Page 32 of Daddy Billionaire Dragon

“Don’t stop,” I say, closing my eyes, moving my lips closer to his.

His fingers are moving up and down the soft skin of my inner thigh, almost touching the lacy scrap of fabric covering my mound. Touch me! I want to scream, but bite my lips and close my eyes instead. I am so wet that my panties are soaked through. He isn’t unaffected either. His hard shaft is pressing intimately against me. When I wiggle, he groans and closes his eyes. I move against him again. It’s as if my mind is not my own. I am possessed by a wild recklessness.

On a muttered oath, he captures my lips again, fiercely devouring my mouth. The kiss is wild, untamed, hungry. It reaches places inside me I didn’t even know existed.

His hand moves up from my thigh up my hips, over my ribs, and cups my breast through my sweater. When his thumb grazes against my sensitive nipple, I feel like I might pass out because of all the delicious sensations coursing through my body.

The flight attendant’s nervous clearing of a throat behind us breaks through the haze of desire.

“We will be starting our descent shortly,” she says with an embarrassed smile.

I blink a couple of times, then gasp out loud when I finally realize the position I am in. I try my best to straighten my skirt and wiggle out of Lex’s grasp, but he tightens his arms around me. My face is flaming red, but Lex only cranes his neck, smiling lazily at the flight attendant.

“We’ll buckle up,” he says with a wink. I can practically see her melt before she turns away. After another brief kiss, he finally lets me go.

“We’ll pick up where we left off the minute we check into Four Seasons.” His eyes are still dangerously dark. I can only nod.

We land in a few minutes and are out of the airport in another few after completing the formalities. It is still dark. Another stretch limo is waiting for us right outside.

Lex’s arms come around me the moment we are seated in the back seat of the limo. A solid partition separates us from the driver. I expect him to kiss me, but while our lips are almost touching, he makes no move to actually close the gap. Instead, his hands move leisurely up my arms, over my shoulders, down my back, till they reach my ass. He cups my ass cheeks and pulls me closer.

“Lex,” I whisper his name in his ear and bite the lobe, making him suck a sharp breath in. Since he won’t kiss me, I try to kiss him, but he smiles and turns his face so I end up kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Patience, darling,” he teases with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“No,” I protest, trying to capture his lips again.

He cups my face with both his hands and lays feather-light kisses on the ridge of my brow, the tip of my nose, both my cheeks, and the corner of my mouth, avoiding my lips. It feels incredibly tender. His warm breath feels ticklish on my face, making me smile. He runs the pad of his thumb over my lower lip. I open my mouth to take his thumb into my mouth, but he withdraws it.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I protest.

“You have been steadily driving me out of my mind ever since I first saw you,” he says, twirling a lock of my hair around his forefinger. “But we will reach the hotel in a few minutes, and I don’t want to be interrupted. I’ve waited too damn long for this,” he says, slowly moving his hands up and down my back.

Just like Lex predicted, we pull up outside the hotel a few minutes later, and are checked into the Imperial Suite by the extremely polite hotel staff. It is a luxurious suite with supposedly fabulous views, but I can admire all that later. Right now, Lex and I have eyes only for each other.

The minute we are alone in the huge bedroom, we begin tearing clothes off each other. Lex is unbuttoning my sweater while I’m undoing his belt. He sweeps his T-shirt over his head and throws it in the corner. I unzip his jeans and pull it down his waist. He gets rid of my skirt. Soon, we are standing in front of each other in our underwear.

Lex is devouring me with his eyes. I thank my lucky stars that I decided to wear my sexy purple silk and lace underwear instead of the drab skin tone ones. He is wearing black boxer briefs that mold to every sexy bit of him, leaving nothing to the imagination. I reach forward and encircle my hand around his impressive girth through his briefs. He sucks in a sharp breath and closes his eyes. When my hand moves up and down his erection, he actually growls.

“Stop,” he says, covering my hand with his. “The first time, we do it my way,” he says bossily.

Before I can object, he sweeps me up in his arms and deposits me on the center of the king-sized bed. His body covers mine.

“I am going to do every single thing I’ve imagined doing ever since that night you ran away from me in The Sitting Duck,” he whispers hoarsely in my ear. My belly quivers in response to the promise in his words. I hungrily reach forward and run my hands all over his chest, over his ribs, his taut abs, moving further south till I reach the waistband of his briefs. He captures both hands and raises my arms above my head.

“We do it my way,” he whispers, holding both my wrists in one large hand over my head. I want to protest but when his lips clamp on my nipple over my silk bra, all I can do is whimper helplessly. He takes the other pebbled tip in his mouth, doling out the same treatment. Then he blows over the wet fabric, making my skin erupt in sparks. His fingers trail over my stomach, but don’t move any further. I am going out of my mind with my need for him.

Reaching behind me, he snaps my bra open, exposing my breasts to his gaze. He kisses down my body till he reaches the waistband of my panties. With his teeth, he pulls my panties down my hips. I kick my legs to get rid of the last bit of fabric. He nips my hips before straightening up to look at me. Breath escapes his body in a whoosh. His gaze is so dark and dangerous that my heart starts beating a steady tattoo against my ribs.

“I have fantasized about having you naked in my bed every single night since I first laid my eyes on you,” he says as he eats me up with his eyes.

“R-really?” I stutter as my breath catches in my throat under his hot scrutiny.

Instead of replying, his body covers mine, and suddenly, his mouth, his hands, his tongue are exploring every single inch of my body. When he briefly moves away, I cry out loud in protest. Sitting up in the bed, I try to pull him back to me.

“Protection,” he says, pulling out a condom from the back pocket of his discarded jeans. I think I drool a little when he finally, finally gets rids of his briefs and I see him in all his naked glory for the very first time.

“Let me,” I say, reaching for the condom in his hand. I sheath him, caressing every glorious inch of his erection. As soon as I am done, he pushes me down on my back, parts my knees, and enters me in one swift motion. I am so ready for him. When he begins to move inside me, I cry out his name and cling on to his shoulders, meeting his every thrust, till long, long minutes later, we both reach our peaks.

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