Page 43 of The Billionaires' Prize

This is different from every other sexual encounter I’ve had. This is about Alex’s pleasure and about how desperately I want to make him feel good. And desired. And appreciated.

I lean close, blowing hot air over the tip. There’s a liquid pearl gathered in the slit, and I swipe it with my tongue. He groans and I shoot a look at him.

He smirks down at me, both cocky and needy. Then he twists, reaching behind him and grabs a wooden spoon from the crock. He clamps it between his teeth and shoots me a look that singes my socks.

He’s probably over estimating my skills in this department, but I give an eyebrow wiggle.Good man.

Hoping he’s got a handle on his vocals, I open my lips and suck him deep. His eyes widen, and his muscles vibrate, almost as if they’re moaning even as he remains silent. The connection between us is electric, arcing back and forth. I stroke his lengthwith my tongue and then drop my gaze, twisting my mouth around the tip.

This is what we needed. A few moments alone, for me to remind him I want him. That I can’t get enough. That we’re in this now and he’s essential. That his pleasure is just as important as my own.

Sucking him deeper, I take a breath and relax, focusing on letting myself take him. It works. The crown bumps the back of my throat. I breathe through it. Nose tingling and eyes watering, I battle back the sensation of invasion.

He’s invading me in the best way.

Body and soul.

Alex cups the back of my head, massaging my scalp with gentle fingers.

I take him deeper. Fractions of an inch feel huge. My lips stretch wide, my jaw aches and saliva pools.

But it’s worth it.

Pulling back, I open my eyes. His cock glistens, and his fingers tighten in my hair. I meet his gaze, feeling the intensity crackle.

I give a few bobs of my head, then I sink down, wrapping my hands around his base, dropping one to cup his sac.

His other hand joins the first in my hair, holding me tight, and I melt into his touch. He’s got me.

I’m making a mess of my panties. Who knew giving a BJ could be such incredible foreplay. Even though my pussy is now well-loved and even a little tired, she wants this man. This magnificent cock.

But I want him to blow across my tongue and fight to stay quiet at the same time. My lips curve into a smirk just imagining it.

I gently tighten my grip on his balls, and his hips shoot forward. I nod up at him and relax my mouth. He needs no explanation.

I inhale, and he takes over, holding my head and thrusting his hips. His cock shuttles in and out of my mouth until my saliva dribbles down my chin. My eyes water as he presses against the back of my throat.

Do it.

You sure, his lifted brows ask.

I nod again, and he sucks in a breath, then repositions a hand to clasp my cheek. His hands are so big that his thumb curls beneath my chin, tipping it up until I’m at the perfect angle.

His hips pull back, and his cock drags over my tongue. I tease him, licking and flicking. It’s amazing how responsive he is. How his flesh pulsates against my lips.

Then he slides deep.

I love the way he holds still, watching me, checking in, waiting for a correction. When I don’t give him one, he pulls out again.

In. Out. Until my eyes water. He holds me, gentle but firm, doing all the work. All I can do is stay on my knees and keep my right hand locked around his base and suck until my cheeks are hollow.

He grunts but cuts off the sound as his hips still. Cum floods my tongue, pouring down my throat. I swallow his salty essence, milking his shaft with my fist. His fingers tighten in my hair and the bliss on his face makes me feel ten feet tall.

I roll his balls between my fingers, and his hips jerk back and then forward. He sucks in a sharp breath as another spurt hits the back of my throat. Hell yes. His thumb traces my neck as I swallow.

This is pleasure. Messy and unpolished. His touch lets me know just how sated he is, just how much he enjoyed himself.It’s like a thank you and a pat on the back mixed with anI-can’t-wait-to-return-the-favorrolled into one.

Then his hands soften and he pulls his cock out, collapsing against the cabinets. I slump down on the floor and wipe my face with the back of my hand.

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