Page 45 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

Gripping his hand, my body shuddered as he finger fucked me. My eyes slammed shut.

“You love the way my hands feel on you, don’t you?”

“Yes, I fucking do,” I yelled.

“I know. Your greedy pussy can’t get enough of my fingers. Look how you pump my fingers. I fucking love it. Throw that pussy. Come get this orgasm.”

His deep voice vibrated in my eardrum.

“Noah, it’s coming again.”

My lips parted, and I dropped my head back as I rode out my orgasm.

“Open your eyes and watch how I attack your G-spot. I want to watch you come again, Hope.”

His two tanned fingers sank into my pussy again and again. I gripped his arm as I watched intently as come erupted from my pussy.

“Yeah, I fucking love it.”

“Noah, why are you doing this to me?”

“What, showing you how much you want to be with me?”

“I could see it in your eyes the moment we met. I’ll never get enough of touching you.”

He sucked his fingers, then dipped them inside me again and brought his hand back to his mouth. I turned in his arms, stood on my knees, and pulled the waistband of his thermal pants down, setting his cock free. The long, thick, peppermint stick stood between us.

“Not tonight. We’ll never get work done tomorrow. Got a feeling you’ll have me pussy whipped.”

A light chuckle released from his throat.

I leaned down and kissed the tip of the mushroom head.

Sitting up, I shoved each button through the holes in my gown. His eyes widened.

His large hands palmed my breasts. “Hope, I said we’ll wait.”

“I want to feel your big ass cock inside of me. But don’t break my pussy.”

“I promise to go slow. Tonight, I just want to feast on your beautiful body.”

His calloused hands gripped my ass as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. My body came alive under his touch. My skin starved for his lips.

He stood, taking me with him. “We have plenty of time.”

Noah kissed my lips. Threading my fingers through the back of his hair, my legs squeezed his muscled torso.

“I love looking at your huge dick. Don’t put it away.”

“I won’t.”

Noah stepped into the dark bedroom, laid my head on the pillow and climbed into the bed next to me.

He pulled me into his arms. “I think we have board games in the closet. My brothers and I haven’t played since we were kids. We can play if you want or we can watch a movie.”

“Beating you in a game sounds perfect.”

Noah shook his head. “There’s no chance you’ll beat me in a game of Sorry.”

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