Page 125 of Billion Dollar Mistake

“Do you want my cock in your tight pussy?” he asks with a dark smile. His eyes drop to the sweet spot between my thighs.

“Yesss,” I stammer.

“You need to wait and earn my cock.” His hand slips between my legs and he cups my pussy hard.

I squirm, desperate for friction.

His hand slides up to the button on my pants. He makes quick work to undo them and then pulls my pants and panties down together.

Yessss.

He roughly removes them and settles between my thighs, and without warning, he licks my pussy.

“Ah.”

My hands fly to his hair. On the next lick, he thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking me hard with his tongue as his hands hold my legs wide open for him.

He doesn’t come up for air; instead, he continues to tongue-fuck me. He’s so good at this. I whimper when he removes his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Without warning, he moves his mouth to my swollen bud and bites it.

My head tips back from the mix of pain and then pleasure. “Ah,” I whimper.

He lifts his head to watch me intently. His hands move to my entrance, and he inserts two fingers. He pumps them in and out, then adds a third finger.

“You feel so good. So tight.”

My body is on fire. I don’t know how much more I can take. Especially as I hear the sound of my wetness.

As if he knows I’m on the edge, he pulls his fingers out and I whimper at the loss.

I watch him bring his three fingers to his mouth where he licks them clean. It’s so hot. To watch him enjoy the taste of me. He’s so hot.

“You taste incredible.”

He shuffles on the bed, so his knees are between my thighs. He drops to his elbow to kiss me in a violent kiss.

When he pulls back, he lines his hard cock up with my wet core. Without warning, he slams into me all the way to the hilt.

“Oh…my God,” I gasp.

He doesn’t slow down, instead he picks up the pace.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts in hard. He’s not holding back. He fucks me relentlessly. My erratic pulse is unable to slow down. With every hard thrust, my tits bounce. He tries to go deeper even though it isn’t possible. He fucks me harder. And harder. His balls hit my ass and I quiver with the need to come.

“Fuck, your pussy was made for me. You take me so well, baby.”

I can’t take much more.

“I’m going to come,” I breathe.

“I’m coming too, so fucking hard,” he grunts.

His hips still slam repeatedly into me until I come. He follows. He pauses when he’s deep inside me and I feel his dick jerking.

He smiles down at me. I blink and look lazily up at him as if he has answers to what that was.

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