Page 43 of My Cruel Billionaire

“And you remember what happened next?” His voice was a velvet caress on my skin and in my ears. A moan forced its way out of my mouth as his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin where my shoulder met my neck. His lips alighted there, softer than the fluttering of a moth’s wing. Funny that such a soft touch could drive me so crazy.

“Yes,” I said in a shivering whisper as his lips worked their way back up to my lips. He kissed me hard, staking his claim. I melted into him, lashing my tongue against his own when it invaded my mouth.

His hands moved under my neck, pinching the buttons of my white silk blouse. The first button came undone, his fingers brushing my bared skin. My heart thudded with eager anticipation of what was to come. I’ll admit I’ve had worse trips down memory lane.

Michael kissed me on the neck as he undid the next button. His lips moved up near my ear, soft skin brushing against me.

“I remember how good your body smelled when I started unzipping your dress back then, too.”

He bit my earlobe gently, then went back to mauling my neck. I cried out in a guttural rush, my hands clutching at his head as he trailed molten hot kisses all over my exposed skin. And his hands were busy making sure I had more and more of that all of the time.

Michael clutched me to his body in a fierce embrace. His mouth worked on my shoulder and neck while his hands switched gears to undoing the snaps of my bra in back. I ran my fingers through his luxurious hair and basked in his scent, his presence, and the way he made me feel at times like this one.

My bra came loose and Michael kissed his way down my chest. He enveloped my nipple inside of his mouth and suckled while his finger toyed with its twin. I gasped, pulses of delight throbbing through my body. As if in sudden relief, my lower half reared up to press against him.

“It looks like your body remembers me, too,” he mumbled into my soft flesh. His tongue darted out and made a slow, sensuous circle around my ever-hardening nipple. My mouth flew open in a guttural groan as he suckled.

His hand pressed against the small of my back, fingers worming under the top of my skirt. With expert aplomb considering the circumstances, he found the tiny zipper in back. I felt the release of my skirt as it ceased hugging my hips quite as tightly.

Michael left a trail of kisses down my belly. His hands grasped the waistband of my skirt at the sides. I planted my hands on the counter and lifted my bottom to ease the removal of my skirt. Michael slipped it off my legs, then grabbed my calf and kissed the inside of my thigh.

My heart thudded into overdrive as Michael’s soft lips left a trail of exhilaration and desire on my thigh. His hot breath blew over my quivering pussy. I sucked in a sharp gasp of air and squirmed, easing onto my back on the kitchen counter.

I felt my hand brush against the strap of my purse. I looked up at the kitchen ceiling for a moment, and was lost in memory. On that night, after the show, I’d looked up at this very ceiling while his face was buried in my pussy…

Michael’s fingers pried my swollen labia apart. I groaned, toes curling as I was jerked firmly back into the present. His breath across my quivering clitoris was almost too much to bear.

“I’d forgotten how cute your pussy is,” he purred. “How wet and juicy it is, too.”

He pressed his mouth into the pink trench between my shivering pussy lips and darted his tongue through it. Michael made sounds like a hungry animal devouring its prey. My hands clasped to the sides of his head as if I were holding on for dear life, and who knows, maybe I was.

“Your pussy tastes so good,” he growled. Michael slipped two fingers inside of my convulsing tunnel. I felt my body open up for him, inviting him right in. My pussy wanted to eat his cock, but it would settle for his fingers.

“Oh yes,” he purred into the soft folds of my body. “I know what you like, Jenna. I’ll take good care of my girl.”

He hooked his fingers upward, pushing the back of my clitoris up and out into his greedily suckling lips. My mouth opened wider than I thought possible and I squealed until I was out of breath.

I managed to drag another breath of air into my lungs before letting it out as a piercing scream. I flew right over the edge of climax and he continued to go to town on me until I flopped back onto the counter, a shivering, delighted mess. I was so high off the orgasm pulsing through me I thought I could hear colors and taste sounds.

“You know, Jenna,” he said, sweeping me off the counter and into his arms. It was a good thing he carried me, as I don’t know if I could have walked right about then.

He carried me into the living room, and set me down on the rolled armrest of the divan. I reached up and unbuttoned the top of his shirt.

“Do you remember the night after you sealed the Moskowitz deal?” I asked softly as I bared his toned chest in an ever-expanding V. I loved the way his skin felt beneath my fingertips. Michael had always kept himself in shape.

“I remember.”

“Yes, you were so furious after that meeting ended, even though you got what you wanted.”

“I was furious because they dared to argue with me,” Michael said. "When we all knew that it was going to go my way when the dust settled, period, end of story.”

“I thought you needed extra help calming down that day.” He doffed his shirt, tugging the sleeves and causing the garment to drop off behind him. I traced the hard knots of muscle in his abdomen with my fingers as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his chest.

Michael’s hand petted my hair as I kissed my way down the expanse of toned flesh. My mouth moved over his six-pack abdominals. He flinched a little when my lips brushed the edge of his depressed belly button.

I moved a bit more slowly as I undid the buckle to his belt. The button fly came loose much more easily. I pulled the top of his shorts down and exposed his throbbing cock. My fingers encircled the shaft as his hand caressed the back of my head.

I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to be true to the memory. I opened my mouth and acted like a bad girl. I enveloped the head of his cock inside of my mouth and teased the underside with my tongue.

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