Page 8 of The Playboy Billionaire

“If you want them off, then you need to take them off,” he says, standing at the foot of the bed.

I rise onto my knees, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as I move forward before resting my hands against his chest.

My fingers move to the buttons, relishing the firm muscles I’m about to uncover, feel pressed against me. The shirt parts under my hands, and I smooth it away from Cal's shoulders, loving the expanse of toned olive flesh.

This is a man who clearly takes care of himself.

I push it down over his shoulders, surprised to uncover a tribal tattoo circling his left bicep. I let my fingers trail over the black-and-white design.

Cal grips my chin in his fingers, tilting my head up before recapturing my mouth, stealing my breath again. His hands drop, and it’s only then I realise he’s dropped his trousers.

I press a hand against his chest and tilt my head, my tongue moistening my lips.

His boxers stretch as the tip of his hard, swollen cock almost pops out of the top, revealing a damp patch of pre-cum.

“Like what you see?” Cal asks as I raise my eyes to his.

I lick my lips at his words. I don’t think I have ever wanted to taste another person as much as I do the man standing before me.

I drop my hands to the elastic, never moving my eyesfrom his. I push them down, and our gazes lock as my hand travels up and encircles him.

Holding his gaze, I climb off the bed and drop down onto my knees, letting my tongue lap at his tip before stretching my mouth over the end.

“Fuck,” he hisses before letting out a deep groan.

His hands sink into my hair. His fingers lock against my scalp but allow me free rein to savour and tease. I look up. His eyes are almost black, his cheeks darkening with my ministrations. I swallow around him, eliciting another groan, before I find myself back on the bed and flat on my back, his body covering mine, his hard cock, still wet with my saliva, nestled between my thighs, its impressive length pressing against my most sensitive place. I tilt my hips, rubbing myself against him, coating him with my desire.

“Do you know how easy it would be to slide my cock into you right now?” he says breathlessly, pressing himself against me. “You’re dripping for me.”

“What are you doing to me?”

I moan, my hips undulating against his. I’ve never been this carefree and easy with anyone. It’s like he’s cast a spell. My body is no longer my own. It’s a slave to passion, to everything this man is making me feel. His words make me reckless. I spread my legs wider, sliding myself up and down his rigid dick.

Cal moans, his hips pressing against mine. Taking his cock in his hand, he torments my clit with his tip, sending sparks of desire through my body, a telltale pressure building low in my pelvis.

“God, Cal… please,” I hear myself beg, making him chuckle.

He moves to one side, and I hear foil tearing before he’s back.

“I need to taste you first,” he says against my mouth.

His lips slide down my neck and body before he positions himself between my thighs.

He presses an open mouth kiss to my pussy. His tongue laps from my entrance to my clit. He drinks me down. His lips, tongue, and teeth send my body soaring higher and higher. My hands fist the sheets as my body spirals towards the edge as Cal teases my entrance with the tip of first one, then a second finger.

“Cal,” I yell.

One hand fists in his hair as he uses his tongue and fingers to drive me higher. He presses in and curls his fingers against my g-spot, the burn of his invasion skyrocketing me higher.

“Relax, beautiful,” he says against me, gently easing his fingers in and out, twisting and stretching me, heightening my desire.

I drop my head back, biting down on my arm, the pressure of my orgasm rising.

“I’m going to…” Cal removes his fingers before I can finish my sentence, and I growl in frustration.

“Oh no, when you come, I want you strangling my cock. Not my fingers,” Cal says, his lips finding the space below my ear that has me squirming beneath him. “I want your tight little pussy wrapped around me. Is this what you want?” His deep voice whispers next to my ear as he presses the tip of his cock to my opening. I spread my legs wider.

God, yes, this is what I need.

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