Page 59 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

THEO

Iknow that I shouldn’t be kissing her like this right now because I can’t control my urges.

I need to be inside her. I need to feel every inch of her body, taste it. I need to get all this rage and aggression out in a release, but I can’t do that to her right now.

Can I?

She’s been through so much, and she’s vulnerable.

“Theo,” she says breathlessly as she pulls away. “I don’t want to think right now, can you…can you make love to me?”

Make love to you? No, it would be pure, raw fucking, and I don’t know if that’s enough.

I gaze deep into her eyes, trying to come up with a million reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this right now, but it only makes me fall further into their depths, into her depths.

I lean down and kiss her hungrily. I lift her easily as I carry her toward the bed. As soon as we’re in front of it, I release her.

Her feet hit the floor, and I reach back and unzip her dress. Her hands are fumbling with my belt and zipper.

The dress falls to the floor, revealing the body that I've craved for so long. My hands trace along her curves, and her skin feels like heaven against my touch.

She steps out of her dress and kicks it aside, and I hear the rustle of fabric as she moves.

I can barely see her face in the dim light, but her eyes are on me, wild and full of desire.

Her hands deftly unbutton my shirt and push it away. She takes a step back to admire my body, her eyes lingering on my chest, then trailing down my stomach and hips. She licks her lips, and I’m done.

I pick her up and toss her gently onto the bed. She giggles when she lands. I drop to my knees, climbing up the bed and widening her legs as I do. I immediately dip my head between her thighs.

“You’re already dripping for me, baby,” I breathe against her skin.

She moans softly, her hips bucking involuntarily as my tongue traces a path from her entrance to her clit, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

"Theo," she whisper-breathes, threading her fingers through my hair. “I need you inside me.”

I’m not ready to stop tasting her, to stop driving her wild with my tongue yet. She can wait.

I can feel the heat between her legs, the slickness that promises a tight and wet completion. I want to taste every last drop of passion from her, every ounce of desire she has for me.

With gentle strokes, I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue before dipping it into her moist folds. She arches her back, pushing herself further into my touch.

I slide two fingers inside her, feeling her tightening around me, loving the way she trembles in my hands.

“Fuck,” she moans as she tries to control her breathing.

I'm not going to stop. I need her to beg me, plead with me to give her what she wants. I need her to know that I'm in control and that she belongs to me.

I suckle her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue before sliding my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans become more urgent, her hips bucking wildly beneath me.

"Theo, please," she whimpers. "Please, I need you inside me."

I can feel her muscles clenching around my fingers. I flick my tongue, moving my fingers against her G-spot. She lets out a throaty scream, calling out my name as her walls clench tightly. She’s trembling and writhing under my assault.

She whimpers and cries while she continues to convulse from the intensity of her orgasm.

With a final flick of my tongue, I pull my fingers out of her slick folds and stand up, my erection straining against my pants. She looks at me hungrily, her eyes burning with desire.

I can’t make love to her right now. I need to get primal. I need to slam into her until all the tension is gone.

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