Page 53 of My Cruel Billionaire

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I was aware that she hadn’t directly answered my question about Damon’s father. Not only that, but she hadn’t really responded to my offer in any tangible way.

Unless you count trying to seduce me, of course. Not that she had to try too hard, pun fully intended.

I gave up worrying about her motives and instead just exulted in having Jenna in my arms. I hadn’t realized how much I would miss her when we broke up all those years ago. I still wonder if things would have worked out then if I hadn’t broken it off with her.

Now I supposed that we would never know. I could only handle the present and plan for the future. And speaking of the present, I couldn’t get enough of her. I loved the taste of her skin.

I kissed her neck, finding the tender spots I knew drove her crazy. Jenna moaned and clutched at me all the tighter when I licked her neck before leaving a flurry of soft, lingering kisses along her slickened flesh.

I tugged the hem of her skirt upward, exposing her ass. My hand roamed around, feeling the fragile thong panty separating me from my goal. I hooked my fingers in the thong and pulled it aside easily. My fingers slid into her slickened pussy, only an inch or so but enough to feel how hot and wet she was.

She cried out, and practically climbed me like a tree. I laughed as I laid on my back upon the desk. She climbed up and straddled me, her hands working at my belt.

She was so damn sexy, panting with need, her skirt hiked up around her waist, one of her nipples hanging partially out of her bra. I basked in the view while she got my cock out. Looking wasn’t good enough, though, and I had to touch.

Jenna cried out as I rolled her over so she lay on her back. I got up on top, asserting my dominance as I pulled her shirt open wider. I buried my face between her breasts as my fingers toyed with her wide open, dripping wet pussy through the thin membrane of her panties.

Those panties were annoying me. They were in the way. I could take them off, but then I’d have to stop kissing her from mouth to neck to breast and back again. That would be unacceptable, so instead I grabbed the waistband and tore them right off her body.

She moaned into my mouth as her panties ripped free. I slid my fingers through the groove between her swollen pussy lips as I moved my mouth down to her neck again.

At some point we got her bra off, don’t ask me how. I was a little bit distracted. I think it unsnapped in the front or something like that. At any rate, I kissed over the barrier of her skirt, a rolled-up wrinkled line separating her belly from her pleasure valley.

My lips left butterfly-soft kisses along her skin as I moved inexorably toward her pussy. I loved the sounds she made, a symphony of moans and sighs and soft cries which had nothing to do with pain or fear.

I enjoyed making Jenna feel good. And not in a trophy orgasms kind of way, either. I genuinely derived pleasure from the act.

I sat down in her rolling chair and pushed her thighs apart. Her pussy spread open for me, the lips wide apart.

“You’re so ready for me to eat this juicy pussy, aren’t you?” I moved my face in close, my fingers teasing the mouth of her opening. Jenna cried out, her hands going down to caress my hair. Sometimes she tried to push my head in closer, but I never let her do that. I would go down on her when I decided to, and only when I thought she was ready to explode.

“I asked you a question, Jenna,” I said in a mock stern tone while my fingers traced circles around her pink softness. “You need to answer me.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes, what?”

“Oh God, you’re so mean,” she cried. I leaned in and pursed my lips, carefully kissing her exposed and swollen clitoris. Her moan turned into a shriek.

“Yes, I’m ready for you to eat my pussy,” she gasped as her breathing approached something akin to normalcy.

I buried my face between the petals of her open flower. My lips sought out her nether lip, latching on and suckling. Her juices slid onto my tongue and my heart thudded a rapid tattoo inside of my chest.

I groaned like a feasting lion as I worked my lips over her swollen labia. I suckled hard, getting every last drop I could of her sweet nectar. Jenna’s hands gripped my head so tight it felt like she was on the verge of pulling my hair out.

I pulled out on her pussy lip, stretching it like taffy with my mouth. I reached up and grabbed her wrists and then pushed her hands up and to her sides, pinning them there. She squirmed a little but didn’t really try to escape.

My mouth dove into the other side and gave it equal attention. I loved how she tasted, how she smelled, and how she felt against my skin. I slithered my tongue in circles around her clitoris while my fingers wormed in ever deeper. I had three of them inside of her at that point.

She groaned, writhing in my grip, then sucked in a sharp gasp of air when I sucked on her clit. Jenna’s scream filled the air, echoing off the kitchen walls as she came hard.

“I remember some good times out on the terrace, too,” I said.

“Oh God, you think I can walk right now?”

I pulled her arms until she sort of doubled over on my shoulder. Jenna laughed as I hefted her into the air.

“Oh, you caveman brute,” she said while playfully pounding my back with her balled-up fists. “Whatever are you going to do to me?”

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