Page 86 of Pucking Billionaire

“Yes, just like that,” she moans as I suck on her clit.

Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her sex, I keep a steady pace until she comes all over my mouth. Only then do I pull away to look up at her flushed face.

“That’s a good start,” I say huskily and pick her up to lay her on the bed. “But you owe me a few more of those.”

She licks her lips, staring up at me as I get on top of her. Her voice is breathless as I begin nibbling my way down her collarbone to her chest. “A burden, to be sure. But first, I have a craving for Uber.”

I stop midway to her nipple and lift my head to pin her with a confused stare. “Do you mean Uber Eats?”

She bites her lip. “I nicknamed your cock Uber.”

Huh. “You did?”

“It has to do with Nietzsche,” she says. “Not any sort of ride sharing.” She narrows her eyes at my cock. “I don’t want to share him with anyone.”

Fair enough.

I point at her pussy. “I don’t want to share Lyft either.”

“Lift? Like British for elevator? Is it because you’re thinking about riding… up and down?”

“No, Lyft with a ‘Y,’ like the app. But yes, I want Lyft riding Uber all night long.”

She bites her lip. “That can be arranged.” She points at her right breast. “Since we’re on the subject of names, this is Plato.” She points at the other side. “And this is Socrates.”

I arch an eyebrow. “In that case, I’d like to cup Socrates and Plato.” I match actions to my words. “Next, I’m going to suck Socrates and Plato’s nipples.” I do this too until she moans.

“Not fair,” she gasps. “I still haven’t gotten my fill of Uber.”

Oh. Right.

I pull away and lie on my back, Uber jutting out like a mast on a ship chock full of horny pirates.

Sophia takes me into her mouth, making my head spin.

“Fuck, Ladybug… That feels so good, we should name your mouth… or tongue.”

Her reply is a flick of said tongue around Uber’s head.

“Ayn Rand?” I suggest gutturally.

Sophia looks up at me, cock still in her wet, silky mouth, an as-yet-unnamed-eyebrow raised.

“She was a philosopher as well as a novelist,” I somehow manage to explain. “With her being Russian-American, I?—”

Sophia takes Uber deeper until I feel her throat, and further conversation becomes impossible. Thinking too. Hell, I’m lucky I remember how to breathe—but even there, I’m barely succeeding. My inhales are shallow and fast, exhales loud and bordering on groans of pleasure.

“Stop,” I manage to grunt when she ice-cream licks the head. “I want to be inside you.”

Without my prompting, she sheaths Uber with a condom and gets on all fours.

Such a good girl.

“Fucking hot,” I whisper into her ear as I enter her.

I move slowly at first, but then she arches her back and demands I speed up, and I’m all too happy to oblige.

“Yes!” she screams as she spasms around me.

---