The Billionare

22

It all felt so good.

I wasn’t breathing.

I was only moaning.

And I couldn’t stop.

When I could finally suck in a breath, each exhale dragged through my lungs before I quickly filled them again. I couldn’t hold on to air for too long. I needed the release. I needed to control something, my breathing the only thing I had power over.

His lips went higher.

I still couldn’t tell his precise location. Sensations were starting to jumble, touches were turning to licks, kisses were now bites. My body was overwhelmed. I couldn’t grip, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t prepare.

I just had to take it.

And listen.

And feel.

And when his mouth eventually landed on my p***y, there was a pounding in my ears, a tightness in my throat, a lifting of my back.

“Mmm, Jo. You taste so f*****g good.”

His tongue shot a bolt of energy through me, and I no longer felt my movements.

I’d even lost control of that.

I only felt him.

And it was a kind of pleasure I’d never had before.

Never one that was this intense. Never one that dragged a full scream from my chest as the mere flick of his tongue.

A flicker across the top of me. A long, thorough lick over the whole length. A quick bite, and then he sucked me into his mouth, brushing my c**t with his tongue, instantly starting a build from somewhere in my body.

“Jenner!”

His fingers were teasing my p***y, circling, spreading my wetness before they plunged inside.

Not one.

I could feel two.

This was the most ruthless, melting combination.

The nibbling and licking.

The sucking.

The fingering.

I was gone.

Lost to what was happening in this incredible darkness that seemed to only bring me there faster.

“Oh f**k!”

I strained my wrists against the rope, trying to reach for him, for something, to hold on to anything, but I couldn’t.

And it soon didn’t matter.

“Tell me, Jo.” He licked harder. “f*****g tell me how good this feels.”

His tongue took no pause. It was after one thing, and my body was giving it to him.

“Oh God, I can’t make it stop.”

“Then, don’t.”

My knees fell inward, and he pushed them apart. My head fell to the right and then left, my back rising.

“I want to feel you come.”

That was all it took—that one tiny order—and my orgasm was stretching across my navel, into my n*****s, going as low as my feet.

“Jenner!” I cried. “Yesss!”

It held steady, never wavering, never letting up.

“God, that’s one f*****g gorgeous sight.”

I shouted, “Fuuuck,” and my fingers clenched like a pillow was underneath them.

“You look so sexy when you come.”

And it was still building, still throwing me toward that highest peak, where I felt nothing but this wild, pure satisfaction.

But something happened.

Something that made it even more mind-blowing.

He put a wet, primed finger in that forbidden back hole.

I couldn’t tell how far he went in, but an entirely new feeling was moving through me at a speed as fast as my climax.

A feeling so foreign because no one had ever been back there before.

I didn’t know what to expect, if it would add to what I was already experiencing.

But when I took my next breath, I moaned so loud that it felt like my body was making just as much noise as my mouth.

The combination was beyond words.

Beyond enjoyment.

And he was giving me quickness and more pressure, pulling what he needed from me—all of it adding to this storm.

My orgasm erupted.

“Oh my God!”

The rush, the shudders—now, I really couldn’t breathe.

“That’s it.” He licked. “That’s the c*m I wanted to taste … and now, you’re finally giving it to me.” He was whispering, talking directly to my c**t, suddenly so gentle. When his tongue stilled, he kissed the top of my p***y like he was saying good-bye, and he pulled his hand away.

As I tried to recover, he took off my skirt, and before I could even protest, he ripped the sweater off me, hearing the fabric shred from my body.

“Jenner!”

“It was taking too long,” he growled.

I was so sensitive. I yelled the moment his teeth surrounded my n****e, tugging on it through the thin lace of my bra.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “More beauty.”

There was the quiet opening of a drawer and the sound of foil, a snap of rubber.

He was back on the bed, and I couldn’t hold in the scream when he positioned himself between my legs, poking at that spot still buzzing from his tongue.

“If I’m too rough, I need you to tell me.”

“Rough?”

His lips were on my neck, lowering to my n*****s, gnawing on one, and then the other, like he owned them. “I don’t think you realize how badly I want to f**k you.” His hardness probed my p***y, sliding in just the smallest amount before he pulled back out. “How I thought of nothing else during my flight here and during those long, excruciating hours I was in that meeting, thinking of all the things I was going to do to you.”

And now, he was teasing himself.

Again.

Building up the want.

The need.

And building me up.

“I think I can tell.” I inhaled and swallowed. “I can feel it.” The back of my head pushed into the pillow. “You’re so hard.” There was movement, and I hollered, “Ahhh!”

He was biting my n****e again, this time so much harder, sucking the end after to soothe it.

“You can’t, Jo.” His voice was like a lion’s roar. “You can’t even begin to imagine.” He was lapping one now, his tongue wide, giving me slow, torturous licks. “First, the wait, then watching you come. Now, staring at your cunt, knowing how f*****g wet and tight it’s going to be.” He moaned, going in just a tiny bit deeper and immediately backing up. “You have no idea what hard feels like.”

“But I’m here now … and I’m all yours.”

His face hit my neck, his whiskers scratching the softness of my skin. “Say that again.” He kissed across my throat, dragging his beard. “Say those f*****g words, so I can taste them.”

“You”—I quivered as he lowered, my body blazing—“have me now.”

In one quick thrust, he was fully inside me.

“Oh my God!”

This was entirely different than when his mouth was on my p***y.

But both completely overwhelmed me in opposite ways.