Page 69 of Billion Dollar Mistake

“Multiple orgasms.”

Never had that before.

As if he can read my mind.

“Will I be the first guy to do that to you?”

I dip my chin. “Yes.”

The wicked grin on his face tells me he loves that piece of information.

And he won’t give up until he’s had them.

Am I ready for this?

Yes? No?

His mouth closes over my nipple and sucks hard.

“Remy.”

“Mmm,” he mumbles, popping my nipple out of his mouth with a graze of his teeth. Before licking it again.

I rock my hips into him, but his heavy body sits on top of me, making it difficult for me to move.

His mouth bites my nipple and I arch my back as he trails kisses along the other side. And I know that nipple will get the same treatment. The scrape of his teeth. The hard suck. I moan. I need more.

“I can smell how needy your pussy is.”

The dirty talk is so unexpected.

I also didn’t realize how much it would turn me on.

“Please,” I beg. I’m desperate to come. His rough touch and dirty talk send me over the edge.

“You can come.” He peppers my chest and stomach with kisses.

“I need more,” I reply.

My skin prickles from his soft lips and warm mouth. He removes my panties as his mouth lays kisses lower until he pauses at the top of my mound.

“Smooth,” he whispers against my skin.

“Is that how you like...” I don’t want to say your women. It feels wrong.

“I like you the way you are.” He dips his head lower and lays a kiss just above my clit. “Smooth landing strip, full hair. I don’t care.”

“Really?” I exhale.

“Do you like yourself smooth?”

I’ve never thought about how I like the feel of myself.

“I guess. It’s easier.”

He lays a kiss on the opening of my pussy, and I spread my legs wider.

A silent beg.

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