Page 52 of Billionaire Devil

She’s shimmying down my body. She’s so small, so petite. She rubs her naked breasts along my cock, sliding her body over mine.

Holy mother.

She kisses me, licking her tongue along the slit at the head of my cock, teasing lightly, then wrapping her lipsaround me. She sucks gently on the tip, pressing her tongue to the underside.

My head falls back. “Oh, fuck.”

“Is this okay?”

“It’s fucking perfect.” I feel like I’m strung up on a torture rack of ecstasy. “You’re a natural, baby. That’s a good girl. Keep going, just like that.”

She likes my praise. She’s kissing me and suckling on me like I’m a sugar-coated popsicle. I can barely handle it. The pleasure is astounding. The wet, tugging pulls of her mouth paint my cock with red-hot fire. Each languid stroke of her tongue, each kiss, only compounds the pleasure-pain.

I grab fistfuls of her hair to keep her there. Pushing her further onto me. “Take more of me.”

She’s obviously inexperienced, struggling to find rhythm. It’s this combined awkwardness andeagernessthat’s about to undo me. The little minx is greedy for my big, spilling cock.

Her fingers explore, and her tongue strokes me as she takes me deeper.

“Oh fuck, baby.You feel too fucking good. You’re going to make me come. Are you going to be a good girl and drink everything I give you?”

I’m trying to warn her. She can still back out if it’s too much for her. Instead, she takes me deeper, gripping harder.

My orgasm erupts. My cock jerks violently in her mouth as I come very, very hard. She doesn’t pull back. She’sswallowing, drinking as much as she can take, but there’s too much. It spills down her chin and over her hands.

It looks dirty, what I’m doing to her. Her, naked except for those sexy little high-heeled boots she’s still wearing, covered in my cum. She’s licking me now. Kissing me. She’s full of my seed and Ilovethis. It’s inside her. Nourishing her. Becoming one with her. I’m a part of her now.

I’m breathing hard, trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of my life. I pull her up to me and hold her in my arms. I wipe her mouth gently with my thumb, kissing her lips. “Sunshine girl,” I murmur. “You’re so beautiful.”

She’s tired now and her eyes blink closed. She’s sated. Sticky and perfect. I’m so fucking in love with that drowsy, still-sassy smile. “How do you think my lesson went, Professor Maddox?”

“I think you get an A plus. An A plus plus plus plus plus times a billion.”

Her smile lingers. “I like drinking you,” she whispers, already half asleep.

Where did you come from and what are you doing to me?

This girlownsme, just like that. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it except fight like hell and do whatever it takes to prove to her that she’s mine.

15

Tuesday

Nashville, Tennessee

“Rise and shine,gorgeous. Our flight leaves in an hour—and before you say no, I’m going to cure your phobia with champagne and orgasms. You need to trust your all-knowing guide and guru.”

I open one eye a fraction. This bed is so comfortable. I sleptsodeeply. “Go away.”

“Nice try, Sunshine. I ordered room service.” I feel the bed move as he sits next to me, propping himself against some pillows. I sneak a peek and he’s freshly showered, wearing jeans and a button-down white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It’s not fair for him to be so hot this early in the morning. “I brought you coffee.”

“‘Guru’ is pushing it a little, don’t you think?”

“People have referred to me as a guru before.” He sounds offended by my skepticism.

“When?”

“When I make them lots of money, that’s when.”

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