Page 78 of Pucking Billionaire

And do I ever. White specks dance in my vision, and my well-massaged toes curl spasmodically as I come all over his clever tongue.

“Good job,” he murmurs before he slides his tongue down, passing by my perineum, and then, in yet another feat of psychic powers, he gives me a lick where the sun never shines.

A shudder ripples over my body, and I flush all over. This is embarrassing in a weirdly hot way. It feels tickly but good, especially when he squeezes my butt cheeks and orders me to relax.

Relax? How can I when he’s sucking on his finger and then pressing that finger against the tight opening of my ass? Slowly, it slips inside, and the sensation is intense, the stretch a little painful—but again, in a weirdly sensual way.

Stranger still, when the finger is gone, I kind of miss it.

“Now,” he rasps. “I want you from behind.”

Oh. I’m pretty sure he means my pussy. Either way… “I thought you’d never ask.” Limbs a little wobbly, I get on all fours and watch in the mirror as he positions himself behind me, Uber harder and thicker than I’ve ever seen it.

“Careful,” I gasp as I watch him put on a condom. “You’re too big.”

“Of course,” he says soothingly, and then he enters me (yes, my pussy) slowly and gently, letting my muscles adjust as he goes. In the mirror, his face looks tormented, like it’s taking a herculean effort of will to exude such control. Then, almost teasingly, he pulls Uber out.

No. I want?—

He slowly glides back in, and it goes in as smoothly as a panna cotta does into my mouth, thanks to the copious moisture I’m producing.

“Faster,” I shock myself by saying. “Harder. Deeper.”

Grunting something unintelligible, he delivers on my demands, thrusting into me like a man possessed.

My moans grow in pitch and desperation.

“Come,” he orders just as I’m doing so anyway.

With a scream, I clench around Uber, and barely remain on all fours afterward.

“Give me another one,” he grunts greedily.

Staying on all fours is the best I can do as far as replies go, but he helps me with that anyway by grabbing on to Socrates before thrusting into me with renewed vigor.

My eyes roll back into my head. A new orgasm builds in my core, but it seems far away, almost out of?—

His finger returns to where it was in my ass, creating an overwhelming sensation that gives me an explosive burst of pleasure—one that leaves me almost hoarse from all the moans and screams.

“One more time,” he growls. “You can do it.”

If I could speak, I’d tell him that I don’t share his confidence—but then I feel him let go of Socrates and grab a handful of my hair.

Oh, fuck. Realizing my eyes are closed, I open them and stare at the mirror.

Yes! He’s grasping my hair in a hard, veiny, premium fist, and the sight of it is like applying a powerful vibrator right up to my oversensitive clit.

I come, screaming his name.

As I squeeze around Uber for the last time, Mason grunts in pleasure, and I feel his release, which makes me spasm again in a weak aftershock.

Panting, I fall into a heap on the bed, unable to move a single muscle. Faintly, I’m aware of Mason cleaning me up and then wrapping himself around me like a billion-dollar blanket.

“Nice,” I mutter.

He snorts. “Just nice?”

“Oh, the sex was divine.” I yawn. “I meant the spooning is nice.”

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