Page 7 of The Billionaire's Gamble

She nods, but stops me just before I press my mouth to hers. “I – I have to tell you, it’s actually my first time,” she says as a blush creeps up her cheeks.

“What?” I ask, blinking at her in shock.

“I- I'm a virgin,” she stutters, swallowing nervously. She lifts her eyes to mine once again and what I see in the dazzling green depths makes my breath cease in my throat.

“But,” she continues, “I want you, Dean.”

I should stop now. I should make some stupid excuse and escort her to her friends. I should end this madness while I still have some shred of control…

Ignoring the insistent warnings of my conscience, I lower my head to hers and capture her mouth with mine once again.

God, I’m already addicted to her taste. And her smell. It’s so warm.Like honey.She gives a little whimper, melting against me in a way that makes my core tighten. Every inch of her soft body molds perfectly into mine, her breasts pressing against my ribs, her lips parting to give me access. I swirl my tongue over hers, loving the soft, needy moan that escaped her throat. I tease the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue, nipping their fullness.

I can feel my cock hardening and it takes everything in me to suppress the urge to go feral, to lose control and claim her like I need to. But Hannah is different… She's pure and innocent. And sweet.

With a groan, I lay her back on the couch without breaking the kiss and climb over her, supporting my weight with my arms. I can eat my blood roaring in my ears, rushing through my veins in hot waves. Tearing my mouth away from her, I trail hot kisses down her throat, pressing my lips against the rapid beating of her pulse. I kiss a path over her soft, sweet skin, tasting her, nibbling her earlobe.

“Oh!” Hannah whimpers and turns her head to the side, surrendering her throat to me. I can feel her body trembling beneath mine, her breathing uneven as her body rocks into mine.

I slide her dress down her shoulders, slowly, waiting for her to stop me and when she doesn't, I reach behind her to pull her zipper down. My breath ceases in my throat at the sight of her lacy pink bra. I reach out slowly, trailing my fingers over themounds of her breast until my fingers find the clasp of her bra between her breasts. I unhook it and cup her left breast, gently flicking her nipple with my thumb.

“God, Hannah, you have such beautiful breasts,” I murmur, hungrily raking my eyes over her tits.

She lets out a soft moan, her eyes growing wider, her cheeks redder…

“Do you like it when I do this, Honey?” I ask, teasing her pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She opens her eyes, her breathing ragged as she stares deeply into my eyes. “Do you?

“Y- yes,” she stutters.

“I bet you'd like this better,” I say, ducking down to draw one of her nipples into my mouth.

"Oh, Dean!" Hannah gasps, her body jerking unconsciously. I continue to tease her with my tongue, stroking and suckling, switching between both breasts until her moans become desperate cries of pleasure.

I grind my erection against her hip, my body strung so tightly I think it might snap. Maybe I'm an idiot for taking things this far. I should stop… she deserves dates in the moonlight with candles and roses, not me grinding against her.

I need to stop. But how can I when Hannah is coming apart in my arms, her response burning me up? Her little moans and whimpers are driving me out of my mind, her wine-dark nipples drawn into tight buds that begged for my mouth.

I want to fuck her long and hard. I want to make her come again and again. I want to forget myself inside her. But I also don't want to rush her. She deserves way better than that…

The least I can do is make her come. Right?

Dragging my lips from hers, I place my hands on her knees and push her legs apart. The scent of her arousal hit me, and it takes everything in me not to throw caution in the wind and claim her right there and then.

“Look at me, Hannah.” She looks up at me, so beautiful it makes my chest ache. Without taking my eyes off her, I slide a finger over her folds, stifling a curse at how wet she is. “Tell me if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”

She nods, letting out a soft whimper when I brush my thumb against her clitoris. I look at her, taking her all in… Her slightly parted lips… Her flushed skin and dilated eyelids…Damn, she's gorgeous.

I slide a finger into her, testing her readiness. She clenches around my finger, her hip rising to meet my thrust.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, searching her face.

She shakes her head, running her tongue over her perched upper lip. My gut tightens at the gesture, my blood roaring in my ears as my cock strains for release. Ignoring the lust thrumming in my veins, I withdraw my finger and slide it in again, slowly, without taking my eyes off her. Her breathing hitches, her eyes drifting close. I lean down and kiss her, while still moving my finger rhythmically inside her, my thumb circling and pressing. My free hand remains on her hip to hold her still as I continue to tease her, mirroring the actions of my finger with my tongue.

Suddenly, she stiffens, pushing against my hand. I reduce my strokes, bringing her back from the brink and with one last thrust, I push her right over the edge. She comes apart, her body shuddering violently as a powerful wave of orgasm overcomes her.

I don’t stop. I ride through it with her, keeping the pressure and rhythm steady, trying to prolong her pleasure in every way I can. I run my mouth over her body; her breasts, her throat, her lips, everywhere… until the quaking inside her slowly subsides.

We lay quietly for a long time. I held her, unable to take my eyes off her, as her breathing slowly returned to normal, her body now limp, a sheen of sweat on her flushed skin. Then she opens her eyes shyly and meets my gaze, her eyes clouded with an emotion that fills me with warmth.

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