Page 12 of Dedicated Billionaire

I want to snicker, or make a face of disbelief, but there’s no deception in his eyes. He means every word. My cheeks start to burn, and he strokes them with his thumbs, leaning down to kiss the side of my neck.

Oh God, I’m melting. My legs actually start to go out from under me, but his strong hands keep me upright. While nuzzling his way down my throat, his fingers work their way under my top, and the feel of his hot palms against my sides has me pressing against him. I gasp at the stiff rod that pokes into my belly, warming at his low chuckle.

“That’s what you do to me, Carly. I’m harder than steel for you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night.” A sliver of nerves cracks through my wild hunger. This is real. I want him so much, but…

Putting my hands firmly on his chest, I take a deep breath and push away. Ignore the confusion in his lust-darkened eyes and dig my fingers into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Am I really going to confess and risk ruining this perfect moment?

“Promise you won’t stop,” I say.

He shakes his head. “I already said there was no stopping.”

I sigh, hoping that’s true after I say what needs to be said. “I’m a virgin. I- I’ve never even gone this far before.”

His eyes were as dark as a stormy sea before. Now they’re almost obsidian, with barely a hint of blue. “Good,” he growls.

“Good?” I squeak in reply.

His slow smile has me leaning close again, and he runs his finger down the side of my jaw. “Yes. I can’t wait to show you how good I can make you feel.”

He kisses me again, slow and lingering, his tongue teasing mine until I’m gasping. His body is tightly coiled, ready to spring, even as his hands move with more purpose. He’s driving me over the edge, bit by tiny bit. And I’m loving every minute of it.

Soon I really am too weak to stand, collapsed against him as he holds me up. With a smile, he turns and lays me down on the bed, easing his big body down next to me. I sneak a glance at the bulge straining against his jeans and close my eyes tight. The next thing I feel is his hand sliding under my top, up to the edge of my bra.

“Braden,” I whisper, just because I want to say it. Want to prove that this is all real and not a dream.

He pushes my top all the way up and unsnaps my bra, his head lowering to swipe his tongue across each nipple. “Delicious,” he murmurs.

My hips rise as he brings them to tight peaks. When he stops, I open my eyes to see his hands grasped in tight fists as he takes in my body with my shirt pushed up under my arms. I still have shorts on, and they suddenly feel constricting. I sit up and he whips my top off, flinging it to the side. My bra follows it, and he presses me back down, kissing his way down my belly.

I can’t even giggle, the hot trail of his lips is so intense. Ticklish, but making me want to make the same low, growling noises he is when he gets to my waistband.

“I need to taste every inch of you, Angel,” he says, tugging the shorts down my hips.

His eyes darken at the sight of my panties, and I curse myself for always wanting to be comfortable. Running a finger down the front of the simple white cotton, he looks up at me, capturing me with his dark gaze as he moves that finger sinuously up and down.

Angel.I’ve been dreaming of him wanting me this way for nearly my entire life, I can’t believe this is really happening.

I start to pant, my hips moving without any brain power attached. He’s in control. I moan, reaching for his hand, wanting more. So much more.

“Let me show you how good I can make your little pussy feel,” he says, taking my hand and moving it away. “Stay still and let me teach you.”

I can’t believe I’m not actually on fire. The way he’s taking complete control is turning me on like nothing ever has before. It’s like he’s making me shed my skin and break free. Didn’t he tell me I could do whatever I want? I only want more of this.

It’s clear he’s been holding back ever since I told him I was a virgin, but it’s also clear that it’s getting more and more difficult for him. His hard muscles shake as he grips my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Do you want my tongue on your hot little clit?” he asks, moving his mouth against my damp panties, pressing against the swelling bud that’s sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down my body.

“Yes,” I moan.

When I lift my head to look down, he’s staring up at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes. He moves his hands from my hips and slowly parts my legs. “Tell me how much you want me to eat your juicy pussy, Carly.”

I actually make a whining sound, reaching for his hair. I love every second of this and don’t want it to ever end. “Take care of me, B,” I whimper, so free that I’m soaring. Then I fake a pout and grip his hair. “Lick your little Angel,” I demand.

He goes wild, the last bit of his restraint completely dissolved as I keep softly begging him to keep going. “Show me how to feel good,” I say, my hips rising to get closer to his mouth.

He rips my panties at the seams and shoves my legs wider apart. Plunging his face between my thighs, his tongue finally meets the exact spot he’s been so expertly teasing with his fingers.

He keeps me pinned in place with strong hands, lapping at me until my voice gets louder and louder, repeating his name, begging him for more.

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