Page 97 of The Playboy Billionaire

The sound of delight that escapes Caleb doesn’t go unnoticed, ratcheting up my desire. I feel his cock pressed against me. His stamina from last night, second to none. He was insatiable.

I spread my legs, giving him access. He pulls back and stares into my eyes as he spears me with first one, then a second finger. Pumping in and out. My pussy clamps down hard on the invasion, my juices dripping down onto his hand.

“That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy.”

My head drops back against the wall, but my eyes stay locked on his. We are so close, our breath is mingling. He curls his fingers, hitting that magic spot inside and I inhale sharply, before letting loose the moan I’ve been trying to suppress. I ride his fingers, thrusting my hips as his thumb hits my clit. The sensation and my desperate need from the day send me shooting over the edge. I scream as my muscles clamp down on Caleb’s fingers, milking them hard, as he continues to move them in and out as I ride my orgasm. My hips jerk, my vision darkens.

Before I can say anything, Caleb has reclaimed my mouth and has scooped me into his arms, as if I weigh nothing at all.I know I’m not large, but he takes the stairs before shoulder barging his way into his bedroom.

We spent the whole of the previous evening here. His tongue, fingers, and cock sending my body to places it has never been or experienced before.

He places me on the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes, along with mine.

I watch as he stands before me before moving to his bedside drawer, pulling out the box of condoms we started the night before. His cock stands proud, twitching, as I watch him sheath himself.

I lick my lips.

I want a taste, but somehow, I don’t think he’s going to let me, not yet…

Later.

One time, be damned.

I’m taking as much of this man as I can.

Who turns down sex this good?

No one with any sense.

I reach for him, but he clasps my hand in his instead, taking it above my head and following me down to the bed. He clasps my other hand, raising it too. Locking them both in one of his.

“Now, little dancer,” he says, his smoky voice sending shivers straight to my core.

He uses his other hand to rub his heated cock along my seam. Spreading my juices, tormenting my swollen flesh. Each bump against my clit has me spreading my legs wider and wider.

I refuse to beg.

He moves to my entrance, dipping the tip in. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, pressing forward slightly before withdrawing completely.

“You know it is,” I say, lifting my hips to his.

“I thought last night was a onetime thing only,” he replies.

I know I’m not the only one affected here, as I watch as tiny beads of sweat mar his brow.

“My mistake,” I say, not too proud to admit.

I want this gorgeous man and his body. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything before. He’s like a drug… not that I will let him become a habit. There’s a shelf-life, an expiration date as I said last night. But who says I need to become addicted? Why can’t I just indulge why I have the chance?

“Mistake?” he asks, clearly enjoying this. His cock now poised, once more, at my core.

“Yes, my mistake… I want…” Caleb thrusts into me in one swift movement.

Fully seating himself, we both groan. I bite down on Cal's shoulder before moving my mouth to his neck.

“Is this what you want, little dancer?” he asks, letting go of my hands before cupping my ass and thrusting in and out.

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