Page 66 of Billion Dollar Mistake

I bite his bottom lip and he growls fuck against my mouth.

The sounds he makes when I do something excite me to try to do more.

I’ve never been this eager or bold. Definitely not with sex. I’ve had good sex, but Jeremy is screaming great. The wild streak in him, where the pressure of his hand on me increases, and his control tells me it’s going to ruin me for all other men.

How would I be able to compare?

I couldn’t. No one could ever compare to him.

My hands touch his ripples and strong muscles. I moan at the touch of his hair and warm skin.

He's perfect.

I’m soaking in every second of this kiss and his body under my hands.

When his shirt hangs open, I pull my lips from him and push his shirt off his shoulders. His tanned body makes me thirsty. I lick my lips.

“Star. The way you're looking at me…” He trails off as if he’s lost for words.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for a while now. To see you in real life. This doesn’t seem real. You don’t seem real,” I say, my eyes still roaming over his body until they meet his blazing gaze.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wondered how sweet these lips would be,” he says, running his thumb over my bottom lip with pressure. “They are better than I thought. And now it makes me think how sweet that pussy of yours would taste.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. His naughty words. The image of him on his knees tasting me…

“Remy,” I breathe. I need him.

I reach for the top of his shorts. Enjoying the feel of his heated skin as I pop the button and unzip him.

“Why do I get the feeling you not trying to remove my clothes is a problem?” I ask, sliding my hands between his shorts and briefs and pushing the shorts down.

“I want to enjoy this moment,” he says, staring down at me. His shorts hit the floor, and he stays still.

I pause and undress him as I absorb his answer. “Why? Do you think it’ll be our last?”

Our eyes hold. His hand touches my cheek softly as he speaks. “Fuck. No. This is the beginning of us. I’ve never thought of myself as being in a relationship. But with you, I see a whole future.”

“Oh,” I say shocked. His words snap me back to his briefs. I push them down, freeing his thick, large cock. Fully erect he’s intimidating but it doesn’t stop my sex from pulsing. I want him more now.

My gaze drinks him in, starting at his cock and moving up to his quizzical face.

“I’ll take care of you,” he rasps.

“You will,” I reply eagerly.

“Now I’m naked for you. I think it's only fair…” he whispers, leaning into my neck and nipping at my skin.

“Ah.”

“This dress is like wrapping paper. I can’t wait to tear into it.”

Oh no.

But I’m sure one touch or one slide of his thick cock into me and I’ll come. I sink to my knees in front of him.

A hiss leaves his mouth.

I stare up at him from under my heavy lashes. Watching as he registers what I’m about to do.

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