Page 6 of Protected By the Billionaire Ex-SEAL

Desire jolts at the thought of us going at it in the restroom or a small closet space, but the idea of going at it for hours on end is even better. Another moan escapes me when he finally removes my shirt. His hands make quick work of my bra, baring me to his hungry gaze.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

Then his mouth closes over a nipple, and all thought ceases.

He licks, laves, and sucks, alternating between a series of motions that drive me crazy before he transfers his attention to my other breast. I place my hands on his shoulders, then tug on his hair when the sensations become too much and I need his mouth on mine again. He goes back to the wonderfully torrid kiss, sweeping me in a tide of pleasure.

“You sure know how to use your mouth.”

I feel his smirk before he pulls me off the wall and guides me to the bed, where he gives me a little shove and sends me back onto it. I rest my weight on my elbows and watch with rapt attention as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants; my hormones rage in impatience. The man is perfection, and I feel like I’ve been plopped into a steamy dream.

But this? It’s real. This man’s a fantasy come to life, one I’m eager to partake in.

When he climbs over me, I can’t help it. I sit up and touch his chest, then run my hands over his muscles before my mouth follows suit to kiss every glistening inch. His muscles tremble, and the strangled groan in his throat has me smiling against his chest.

Then I let out a squeak when, in the blink of an eye, I’m flat on my back again and he’s hovering over me.

“I wasn’t done using my mouth on you yet.”

It’s a dark, luscious promise. I assume he’ll go straight for my breasts again, and he does, but only for a short amount of time before his mouth cruises down to my stomach. He tugs my skirt down and follows the trail with his mouth, his hot breath on my thigh.

“Christian?”

In response, his thumb rubs over my panties, already wet and getting wetter. Then he takes them off, too, until I’m exposed to his gaze and quivering from the tension.

“Christian…”

“Keep saying my name. I like it. I like this, too.”

Holding my gaze with that deep green, he licks, and I almost fly off the mattress. Then he licks again and dives in, and I lose my mind to the pleasure of his soft but firm tongue eating me up so eagerly. My body becomes a slave to his ministrations, blown away by the display of skill and intense, crazed hunger.

All the while, his low drawl never stops.

“You’re so wet, baby. So tight,” he whispers as he slips two fingers inside me.

“Oh, God.” I clench around him.

“That’s a good girl. That’s so good. Open up for me, sweetheart.”

“Christian…”

“Beautiful. So beautiful. Let go, Raven.”

But it’s the last one, with his fingers and tongue working in sync, that sends me catapulting into a mindless, explosive orgasm. He keeps working me through my climax, and I cling to him, his shoulders, his hair, as I shoot into bliss, not loosening my grip until I come down from my high.

As I lie there, breathless, his mouth finds mine and kisses me, consuming, driving me back into desire before I can stop myself. Restless, I move my hands everywhere until they find his pants and underwear and help him kick them off?—

I suck in a breath. His cock is as magnificent as the rest of his body, so thick and large that I can barely wrap my hand around it.

It’s getting harder by the second as I stroke it, and he grits his teeth when I give a particularly firm stroke.

“Fuck. Baby, that’s so good.”

My mouth waters at his groan, then the twitching in my hand. Wanting more, I push him on his back this time and crawl down until my head is level with his hardness. His brows furrow and his voice holds a rough edge.

“I know how to use my mouth, too,” I say before my lips wrap around his tip, where pre-cum is already leaking.

He lets out another groan, hips jolting, and his hands fist on the sheets. I lick, lave, and suck, mirroring the things he did to my nipples until he’s gripping my hair. I gasp when I realize he’s guiding my movements, a primal command that makes me even more keen to please him.

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