Page 16 of The Billionaire's Fan

She stands and pulls me down the hallway to the stairs. She looks at me with a smile and climbs the stairs, with me trailing her like a lovesick puppy.

“Which room is yours?” she asks at the landing.

“Straight ahead, end of the hallway,” I reply.

Upon entering my bedroom, she turns and pulls me into her. She hesitantly kisses me, pulls back, and kisses me again. My hands grasp her hips as I pull her against me. We stand together, kissing in front of my bed. My heart is beating rapidly with each second that ticks by with our lips fused.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask. “I don’t want to rush things.”

“There’s no such thing.” She bites my lower lip into her mouth as we turn again.

I pull back and grin, pulling my shirt over my head.

Her eyes watch my every movement with a hunger.

She sits on the bed, and I approach. I lean down as she moves back onto the bed and with one hand at her hip and the other beside her head; I kiss her. She pushes up on her elbows and my hand runs alongside the length of her body. I kiss her lips, her cheek, and just below her ear as her body arches off the bed. Isettle between her legs on the bed, and her leg lifts and hooks behind my back, pulling me against her with her heel.

My cock is aching behind my boxers as I rub myself against her center. As if she’s reading my mind, her hand moves between us, her hand pressing against my length, and I groan. My hand grips her hip as I groan.

“Fuck. Are you sure?” I ask again.

“More than sure.” She replies, fumbling to unbutton my jeans. I step back from her and take in a steady breath.

Our eyes never leave one another, even as she pulls her t-shirt over her head. She lies on my bed, in a matching bra and panties set. I approach the bed, push her legs apart, and pull her to the edge of the bed. I kneel on the floor and pull her panties off, leaning in and kissing her sweet cunt. I flatten my tongue and press it inside of her. I lather her pussy while I eat at her. I swipe my tongue, press it against her, and insert my finger while I fuck her with my mouth. The sweetness of her body pushes me into a trance as I hold her body open to me with one hand and the other pumping my cock. Her fingers thread through my hair while my hand pushes her slightly, my tongue rimming the tight pucker of her body.

A feral sound echoes through my bedroom from her throat as I move between the two. My mouth alternates between the two, a long lick from top to bottom. My tongue dances against the tight bud, as her fingers squeeze. I groan and look up at her. Her mouth is open, her eyes are half-shut and she moans.

I pull my hand away from my cock, spit on my hand for moisture, and rub it against her pussy.

“Is that good?” I ask.

“It’s great.” She replies in quick breaths, while my hand continues dancing against her pussy.

I push up on the bed, my fingers still pleasuring her, circling and inserting a digit every other movement while I kiss her.

We pull away for a moment, and she removes her bra, releasing her beautifully delicious breasts. My mouth moves to her chest, alternating between the valley from nipple to nipple. My hand moves back to her pussy and I continue to massage her pussy. She moves her hand to my lap and strokes me. My hips push against her hand instinctively.

I reach over her body and to the bedside dresser, pull out a strip of Magnums, and tear one away. With my teeth, I open the pouch and pull the condom out of its wrapping.

After sheathing myself, I approach and press lightly against her.

She opens her mouth in a small gasp at my invading her body. I push into her briefly, then pull out and lean down. My mouth connects with her pussy again, savoring her taste as I press my tongue inside her for a moment, before replacing my tongue with my cock. I pull her leg onto my shoulder and push into her. My hand was on her hip, guiding her back and forth onto my cock.

We move against one another. With each thrust, she meets me. With each push, she pulls. Our bodies move against one another so delectably while we kiss. Her mouth drops open and I swallow her moans. I clench my teeth as she pulls my face back toward her and kisses me. My hips move and I get lost in her. Each movement made my heart skip. Each small noise that comes out of her mouth propels me deeper and deeper into her. I release her leg as it falls to the bed and I pull her hips against me, moving to my knees as I push her legs apart and look over to the side of my bedroom, my eyes finding the mirror. I lean forward, kiss her, and whisper against her lips.

“Watch us in the mirror,” I instruct.

As I press against her, she turns her head. Her mouth is agape, her hair fanned out against the pillow and the sight she sees is perfect.

“Watch me make love to you. Watch me fuck you. Watch me want you.” I tell her.

Our bodies continue to make music as we lose ourselves in one another and our reflections. She watches while I kiss across her body, while I bring her to an orgasm, and while I lose myself to my own. She captures my mouth and nearly brings me to my knees once my body settles down against hers.

And at that moment, and from every moment from here on, I’m fully hers.

Cafe Di’bonoisa cute French place right around the corner from my townhome. To most, it’s a small storefront, shrouded by greenery. You wouldn’t know that it’s a cafe without knowing. I stumbled upon this place while looking for a place that sold chocolate croissants, and low-and-behold, it was close to home. Even though it’s a hidden gem, there are always customers. Since then, I’ve become a regular and I’ve gotten to know the owners and their staff over the years.

Jordyn and I sit on the patio, out of sight from the front door and the main walkway, allowing us some privacy while we take bites of fresh fruit, and pastries and sip on our coffees.

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