Page 63 of The Billionaire and the Virgin

He’d get her there, too. The taste of her was stronger here, and her cunt juicy with her slick heat. He flicked his tongue inside her, and decided to add a little something extra to things. He pulled his mouth free and kissed her inner thigh. “Grip me with these, sweetheart.”

She did, her firm thigh muscles clenching against his neck.

Perfect.

Rob sank his tongue into her again, and as he did, one hand went to her clit and began to tease it in time with the strokes of his tongue.

She gave a little squeal and her hips bucked against him. “Oh gosh! Oh!” Her pussy ground against his face, and she was practically shoving her cunt against his tongue, which was hot as fuck. His own hips pushed against the bed as he continued to eat her out, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he worked her with his tongue, and she moaned and cried out his name, over and over, her hips rocking against him until her movements became so needy and so quick that she was doing little more than quivering against his tongue, her voice a high-pitched cry that seemed to go on and on.

And then she was coming, and she clenched him so hard with her thighs that she nearly cut off his circulation, and her juices flooded his tongue and his mouth and he lapped at her, his thumb still working her clit to draw the orgasm out and make it last forever. God, she was sexy. Sexy and responsive and all goddamn his.

And still a virgin, but not for long. His cock was more than ready to seal the deal, and so was the rest of him.

Reluctantly, he pulled his face away from her hot, sweet pussy. His mouth and cheeks were wet from her juices, and he tugged at his shirt and pulled it free of his belt, then wiped his face clean. Marjorie’s legs hung over the side of the bed, and she lay back, stunned, staring up at the ceiling, her face flushed.

He chuckled. “Did I break you, sweetheart?”

“That’s twice,” she said in a dreamy voice. “My legs feel like noodles but I feel so, so good.”

“Good enough to cover that last base, do you think?”

She languidly sat up on the bed and licked her lips. “But Rob, we haven’t done any of the bases for you.”

Ah, damn. His cock hurt so bad at the sound of that. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get to me some other night. Tonight is about you and your virginity. You sure you want to lose it? You won’t hurt my feelings if you change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” she told him softly, her eyes shining.

If she wanted to move forward, then there was no turning back now. At this point, though, Rob didn’t want to turn back. He wanted to shove his cock into her plush, wet warmth and revel in how tight she was. He wanted to bury himself in her and feel her all around him, see her eyes widen with pleasure as he stroked inside her.

So yeah, he was a selfish bastard, but that was what she wanted, right? So he gave her one last quick kiss and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to shed his clothes and seek out a condom. He tore the package open and rolled it down his aching length, then headed back into the room with Marjorie.

She’d sat up on the bed, and was gazing at him with anticipation in her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face, but it only made her lovelier in his eyes. He moved back to the bed and eased her back down onto her back, and began to kiss her again, his knee moving between her legs to separate them. She kissed him back, at first hesitant, then growing with excitement as the kisses grew more intense. When she made a soft noise in her throat, he reached down between them and stroked his fingers through the wet, velvety petals of her pussy. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Ready,” she breathed against his mouth. “I’m yours, Rob.”

“I know,” he murmured, and flicked at her clit before sinking two fingers deep. She took him with a little sigh, her hips arching, and so when he stroked in again, he added a third finger, attempting to stretch her for his cock. She clung to his neck and her mouth locked onto his, kissing him over and over again.

Then, he could put it off no longer. His cock ached with need, and her cunt was slippery around his fingers, and the girl in his arms was sighing and panting with desire. Rob pushed his weight on top of her and then braced his arms against her sides. He spread her long legs wide and then lay his hips against hers until his cock was pressing against her sex.

Her eyes widened. “Oh. That feels...”

“Good?” He took his dick in one hand and rubbed it up and down through her folds, lubricating it with her wetness. “Are you ready for me?”

She nodded, and her hands went to his neck, the look on her face utterly trusting.

When his cock was wet enough (and he could stand it no longer), Rob put his hand on her inner thigh and pushed her leg back against the bed, spreading her wide for him. Then, guiding his length to her entrance, he fitted the head against her heat and looked back up at her.

“Still okay?”

She bit her lip. “Feels very big.”

“That’s because it is,” he said. “But you’ll take me in. It’ll be delicious and snug and it’ll feel so good that neither of us will be able to stand it.”

“I’m ready, then,” she said in a soft voice.

So he began to push into her. She was still tight, despite his efforts to stretch her to take him. Well-lubricated and wet, but still tight. Pushing his cock into her was an exquisite torture. He inched the head inside, pausing with every breath that she sucked in. Slowly, he fed his length into her until he was about halfway in, and she squirmed against him.

“Hurts,” she whispered.

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