Page 43 of The Billionaire Babe

She moans then, the vibration sending shock waves to my balls, and I see her squirming, her hips moving. She is turned on as well, and that makes me even harder. My dick throbs in her mouth, but she continues to take me deeper with every suck.

“I am going to come down your throat, and then I’m going to fuck your wet pussy with my tongue… I need to taste you,” I rasp, my stomach muscles tightening as she hums and nods in agreement, but she doesn’t let up on the suction that she is now expertly applying. My hands fall to either side of her head, and I sink my fingers into her soft hair. As I pull it tight, her head falls back slightly, and her jaw automatically opens a little more, allowing me to piston in her mouth.

She again moans at my manhandling, and I bite my lower lip, gripping her hair tighter, moving my hips faster. Her moans set me on a path of no return. She looks up at me, right into my eyes, and my torso muscles clench right before I come with a roar. My hips jerk faster as my orgasm coats her throat, a low growl emitting from deep within my chest. Fuck, she is too good at that.

I loosen my hold on her hair, letting it fall, and I cup my hand around her face, rubbing her jaw with my thumb.

“Good girl,” I purr, pulling out of her mouth slowly. Her lips suck me dry like a lollipop, and I am still semihard. One time is never going to satisfy me. She remains on her knees, panting, her lips still cherry red, looking wide-eyed and full of desire.

Bending down, I pull up my shorts, then grab her under the arms, lifting her from the floor. Her legs dangle in the air as I slam my lips onto hers. Wrapping her hands around my neck, her legs circle my waist as I palm her ass, liking the feel of her in my arms. She weighs nothing as I pull her to my chest, her perfect tits squished against my bare skin as our tongues fight frantically. I walk her over to the massage bed that we set up for my warm-up and soon-to-be cooldown.

“Lie back…” I tell her, not sounding soft or caring, but needy and impatient, because I am. Putting her ass on the bed, my hands are already opening her jeans as she lies back. I roughly pull her jeans down, spotting her red lace underwear, and I grit my teeth, my cock immediately rock-hard again. Red is my favorite color, so now not only will I have the vision of her red lips on my cock, but also of her in nothing but red lace underwear. She is killing me and doesn’t even know it.

“AJ, I want you so bad.” she says, and my dick twitches, already thinking about round two. I look up at her face briefly. She is flushed, her hair splayed out, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The urge I have to rip all her clothes off and fuck her every which way I know, pushes to the front of my mind, but now is not the time. Now is just to take the edge off, just to have a little taste, see how far she is willing to go for me.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart. Show me how wet you are from sucking my cock.” I am not sure if she is hot or affected by my dirty talk, but either way, I watch as her legs part. My hands land on her knees, and I spread them as wide as they’ll go.

“I would rip this lace from your body, but red is my favorite color so they can stay on for now,” I tell her, my large fingers running up and down the apex of her thighs, the lace wet under my touch. Slipping my fingers beneath her panties, I feel her again. What I’ve thought about every hour since touching her last. She is bare, soft, and I groan at how wet she is. Pulling the fabric to the side, I look at her, how perfect she is.

“AJ, stop teasing me,” she begs, her hips wiggling.

“Just taking it all in, sweetheart. I’ve never seen anything so fucking good in my entire life.” My finger trails up her wetness, circling her clit slowly. When I push in a finger, I see her take in a deep breath, pushing her tits out like they are taunting me. I pull out a little before I push in again, fucking her slowly with my finger, before lifting it to my mouth to suck.

Once my fingers hit my mouth, I groan at getting a taste of her again, and I can’t wait any longer. Leaning over, my mouth hits her core so fast and hungry, her hips buck up from the bed.

“Oh… that feels so good.” Her hands whip to the top of her head, then grip the side of the massage bed as she arches her perfect body, making me wonder how flexible she is and how many different positions I want to try with her. Fuck me. She tastes exactly how I thought she would. Sweet, like fucking honey, and I am famished. I can’t get enough. I lick and suck like I will die without her on my tongue. My hands grip around her ass, hard, my fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her to me, not wanting an inch to spare between us.

“AJ… AJ… Oh my…” She says my name over and over again as her body withers underneath me. I will fight a thousand battles over and over again if I get to touch her like this after every one of them.

“That’s it. You’re gonna come so nicely, sweetheart, aren’t you?” I push a finger inside her tight, wet center again. She moans long and loud as her back arches again, her body jolting. There is nothing sweet about the way I am touching her, nothing tender and sultry about it. That is not me. She got a taste of that last night on my bike. But the way she is reacting to me tells me she is enjoying every minute of it, and my eyes take in how fucking beautiful she is.

“Yes… oh God, yes… I want this… I want you…” Hearing her say the words gives me a renewed sense of longing. I fuck a lot of women, but none of them say they want me, not like this. They may want my cock, may want my tongue, but none ever said they wanted me. I lean over and suck on her clit again as I move my finger slowly, curling it to that special spot, and her body responds immediately.

“AJ! AJ… that feels good… Don’t stop… don’t stop.” Crying out for me, her hand flies down and lands in my hair. Her fingers spread and dig into my scalp, holding me to her, and I love it. I continue my assault until she is convulsing underneath me, sucking on her clit and looking up to watch her come.

And it is the prettiest damn thing I have ever seen.

22

VALERIE

I can barely breathe as I come down from the high. AJ kisses my inner thighs as I pant, and I move my hands from his hair, wondering what the hell we just did.

I have never done anything like that before in my life. I have never gotten on my knees for a man; I have never had such an experience where I wanted someone so much I would drop my pants in a place like this. But that is exactly what I have done. Two nights in a row. I am becoming a hussy and I love it. I laugh at myself, at how in less than two days AJ has already surpassed every man that has come before him. Literally and figuratively.

AJ looks up and is about to say something when there is a loud thump at the door. I jolt in surprise, and AJ scowls before kissing my thigh again and lifting me from the bed, pulling my jeans up.

“Sweetest damn pussy I ever tasted, sweetheart. Bathroom is in the back. Go make yourself decent, because I don’t want any other fucker looking at you like this but me,” AJ says roughly, his eyes a little less intense. I swallow harshly and give him a nod as I walk past him, grabbing my handbag and shutting the bathroom door behind me.

In the small space, I am able to take a breath and gather my thoughts. My body still hums in a post-orgasmic swoon, my legs weak, my heart racing, and yet I have never felt better. His hands on my body felt like they were always meant to be there. He is strong, possessive, and takes what he wants. I’ve never felt so desired, so sexy, so needy. I look at myself in the mirror and stare at my reflection. My hair is everywhere, my lipstick smudged a little, but considering what we just did, it is surprisingly not too bad. I get busy trying to look presentable again, not needing anyone with a cell phone camera to be taking shots of me like this. I tie my hair into a loose, messy ponytail with the hair band I keep for emergencies, and I grab a wet wipe in the room to delicately clean up my lip line before adding fresh lipstick and a bit of powder. Checking my cell in case the girls have texted me, I see the flash of a notification from socials. I hesitate before deciding to get it over with and click on it.

Hanging on the rough side of town with losers is where you belong, such a trashy dirty whore. This time, the message is from valisaslut. I take a deep breath. These messages seem to know where I am and who I am with, and I don’t like it. But there is not much I can do at this stage, so I delete and block, steadying my nerves. The noise from AJ opening the main door and what sounds like scores of people now walking in and talking pulls me back to reality. I quickly spray some perfume and put everything back in my bag, before opening the door and walking out, trying not to look like I had the most insane sexual experience of my life. I stop short. There are people everywhere.

His friends and mine are on the lounge talking, AJ is sitting on the massage bed where we just were, and a man who looks to be a trainer stands behind him, massaging his shoulders. His eyes meet mine, and he flicks his head at me, calling me his way. I walk over, not wanting to be anywhere else, and his eyes don’t leave mine the entire way. The way he looks at me has immediate flames licking my skin and my underwear grows wet again.

“You alright?”' His voice is low and gravelly as his large hands find my hips, and he pulls me to stand between his legs as the masseuse continues to work his shoulder. My hands land on his thighs, my fingers lightly scratching his skin.

“Never better,” I say with a smile, and his lips quirk in return.

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