The Billionare

14

She instantly lowered my zipper, navigating my c**k through the hole of my boxer briefs. Once my d**k was out, she got on her knees, licking those pouty f*****g lips.

“Jo …” I stared down at her as she surrounded the base of my shaft with her fist. “Fuuuck.” I spread my arms out, palms pressing against both walls of the stall. “What the f**k are you doing to me?”

“I’m taking what’s mine.”

Mine.

I needed to know.

I needed to f*****g clarify.

“And that is?”

She looked at me through her long, thick lashes. “Your cum.”

Watching that word come out of her mouth was the hottest thing in the world.

She wanted to make my balls throb. She wanted my nut in her mouth.

She wanted to own my pleasure.

She surrounded my tip, swirling her tongue across it, and my head fell back from the sensation. “It’s all yours,” I exhaled. “Take it.”

Her hand focused on the bottom, twisting, turning, rising to meet her mouth in the center. She added so much of her spit that her tongue was like a f*****g sled.

“I want it,” she begged as she surfaced. “I want you to come.” She bobbed harder, picking up speed. “Give it to me, Jenner.”

I held the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, watching her choke as she took more of me in. But she never stopped, never paused. She relaxed her throat and sank down, pumping her hand before she rose to the tip and did it again. She knew the amount of tightness I needed, how hard to suction in her cheeks when she was on my crown. How to flatten her tongue when she circled down the middle.

This girl knew how to give some f*****g head.

“Yesss!” I took in her face, the way her cheeks expanded around me. “That’s it.” I squeezed her hair. “Suck it. f*****g suck it, Jo.”

My balls were tightening.

My f*****g legs turning numb.

“Come for me, Jenner.”

Each order became hotter.

More of a turn-on.

Demanding in a way where I wanted to give her whatever she needed.

And this one triggered the build in my body.

She still had a free hand, and knowing I was watching, she slipped it between her legs, moaning the second it touched her p***y.

The vibration moved across my c**k.

“f**k …” I rocked my hips forward. “Let me see you finger yourself.”

She only had to lift her dress a few inches before I saw her cunt.

And she had two fingers buried deep inside it.

The same place my hand had been.

The place I couldn’t stop dreaming about.

“Make yourself come,” I ordered. “I want us getting off at the same time.”

She had both arms moving, drawing out the most intense feelings from both of us, our sounds matching as they hit the air.

I couldn’t hold off for much longer.

Not with the way she was fisting me, not with the way she was chugging me down.

It felt too good.

And every time I glanced at her, she was finger-f*****g that gorgeous p***y.

Each of her breaths hit my c**k; each of her moans dragged me farther in.

“Jo,” I barked, the orgasm beginning to take hold. “You’d better f*****g come.”

My eyes wanted to close, but I wouldn’t let them.

I needed to see this.

I needed to watch the shudders move across her body.

“Tell me,” she cried. “Oh f**k, Jenner, tell me.”

I reared my hips back, the explosion of tingles moving through my balls and into my shaft, and the first burst shot out of me.

She didn’t need the warning.

She could feel my movements.

She could taste me in her mouth.

But if she needed words, I would give them to her. “I’m f*****g coming.”

There was a change in her mouth and the way she was circling my shaft. They both came with a harder suction, like she wasn’t just taking my c*m, but also trying to suck it out of me.

And with that came a whole new wave.

A whole new build.

And with each dip, she milked me more with her tongue, the shift in her throat telling me she was swallowing me down.

I clenched her hair in my fist and roared, “Oh fuck.”

I’d never felt anything like it, nothing this engrossing, this amazing.

Pleasure spread across her eyes as I shot another load, and I knew that was when she was coming, her body shaking, her balance almost wavering. But she didn’t let up. She gave me exactly what I needed, draining me, emptying me, pulling every f*****g moan out of my body.

She didn’t pause until I eased my c**k out of her mouth.

But once that happened, I realized her hand was still on her cunt, continuing to finger-f**k herself. And now that her mouth wasn’t full, I could really hear her sounds.

“Jenner, oh God, yes,” she cried, squeezing my shin.

One last quiver came through her body before she finally stilled.

I helped her onto her feet. Grabbing her fingers before her hand dropped, I brought them up to my mouth, licking them. “That taste …” I shook my head, making sure her skin was dry. “Goddamn it, Jo. I can’t get enough of you.” I held her face, staring into her eyes. “Who the f**k are you?”

Her body stiffened for just a second, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Someone who wants to swallow you again.”

Eight

Joanna

W

hen I’d gotten off the plane in Vegas, my friends and I in a ride-share on the way to the hotel, I didn’t expect this week to be anything more than just fun—partying, hangovers, tanning by the pool.

But it had turned into so much more.

And now that we were on our last day here, flying out tomorrow morning, I was devastated that this trip was coming to an end.

Mostly for one reason.

A reason I didn’t want to admit.

Jenner.

Monica had seen this coming, like it was a celebrity alert broadcasted across the world. She wanted this for me—she wanted us to work.

But there were so many factors that went into play. Long-distance was only one. Relationships were hard enough. Living on opposite sides of the country, constantly missing each other, felt impossible.

Besides, Jenner hadn’t even hinted that he wanted anything to happen beyond this trip. We had exchanged phone numbers, and that was the extent of our commitment, but we were still hanging out almost nonstop. I’d spent every night in his bed, and now, both of our crews were at the pool together, celebrating our final day.