Page 50 of Tempting My Billionaire Master

I pressed myself against him, craving the feel of his hard length straining against his trousers. My fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, impatience making me clumsy. At last I got it undone and unzipped his fly, freeing his erection. I wrapped my hand around his hot, rigid flesh, delighting in the way he tensed and groaned.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” I teased, stroking him slowly.

“Always happy to see my wife,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

I feigned shock. “I’m not your wife just yet.” I said, quickening the pace of my hand. His hips jerked, and a strangled curse fell from his lips.

“You are and always will be,” he said fiercely.

He crushed his mouth to mine then, kissing me with a passion that set my blood on fire. Ethan expertly removed my shoes, tossing them aside, left and then right, before his strong hands grasped the waistband of my jeans. I watched him, captivated by his handsome face and perfect body, as he pulled my jeans off with ease.

“Let me take care of this,” he murmured against my lips, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. Before I could protest, he ripped them apart, exposing my already wet core to him.

“God, how I’ve longed to taste my favorite wine,” he whispered in my ear, sending tendrils of electricity through my body. He lowered himself to his knees, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my body as he went. By the time he reached my inner thighs, I was trembling with need.

“Exquisite,” Ethan rasped, his breath fanning over my exposed flesh.

Without warning, he went straight for the kill—his mouth was on me, his clever tongue stroking my clit until I cried out sharply. He sucked and teased, licking me with relentless hunger as his hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. It felt divine, as if every nerve in my body was connected to that one point of pleasure. I knew that Ethan would make me come before we even got to the main event—he always did—and I allowed myself to relax into the ecstasy he was creating.

I fisted my hands in his hair, pleasure rippling through me in waves as he tasted me with animalistic thirst. His tongue lashed my most sensitive spot, making me feel as though I was teetering on the edge of a precipice. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and ass, stoking the flames of my desire until I could no longer hold back.

He knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed. His tongue thrust inside me, mimicking the act of sex, and I shattered into a million pieces, climax crashing over me. I lowered my back on the table, surrendering to the orgasm that washed over me in an ecstatic wave.

As I lay there, spent and breathless, Ethan stood up and leaned over me. Our mouths met again, and I could taste myself on his lips, musky and intoxicating, as I tried to recover from the overwhelming waves of pleasure that had just crashed through me. He then trailed kisses down my body, each one feeling like a spark igniting my skin. When his lips met my clit once more, a jolt of ecstasy shot through me, reigniting the embers of my desire.

Straightening up, Ethan removed his trousers with deliberate ease. He now towered above me fully naked in his raw, godlike form. I raised my head to take in every inch of him, wishing I could simply gaze at his magnificent body forever.

“I could look at you for eternity,” I sighed, “but I think I’m getting a crick in my neck.”

Ethan grinned and reached for a thick book on the table next to us.

“Here, put this under your head,” he said, handing it to me. I glanced at the cover. “Atlas Shrugged? You’ve got to be kidding me.” I muttered under my breath. At least it was good for something.

Ethan’s eyes roamed over my naked body, drinking me in. “You look like a goddess, Chloe.”

A blush stained my cheeks at the compliment, but a blossom of warmth unfurled in my chest. I realized, with some surprise, that I felt like a goddess too. Powerful. Desired.

My breath caught as Ethan slid into me. My body exploded with ecstasy as Ethan filled me completely, stretching me to my limit. My back arched off the table as rapture coiled through my body like liquid fire.

Ethan stroked and squeezed my curves as he picked up the pace, grunting with each thrust. I luxuriated in the sensations, moaning freely.

More than anything, I enjoyed the way Ethan looked at me. Like I was a prize he had no intention of giving up. His gaze seared over my skin, branding me as his. He wanted me, needed me, and it made me feel feminine and confident in a way I never had before.

The perfect way he fucked me was just the cherry on top.

“So beautiful,” Ethan rasped, hips pistoning. “So perfect. Mine.”

I arched into him, clutching at his forearms. “Yours,” I agreed breathily. “Always yours.”

Ethan’s thrusts grew faster and harder, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. The reading room filled with the sounds of our passion; our grunts and moans, the slap of his hips against mine, the rustle of clothes strewn across the floor. The smell of sex permeated the air—sweat, arousal, primal need.

“Ethan… you feel so incredible,” I gasped, needing to feel him even closer. I pulled myself up, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper. “You feel so good inside me,” I whispered against his lips before kissing him, tongues tangling.

“Chloe, you’re so fucking beautiful. Your body was made for mine,” he growled into my ear, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me tighter against him.

“Your cock fits me so perfectly, Ethan. I can’t get enough of you.” I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, chasing my release. “More, Ethan. Harder!”

Suddenly, Ethan stood, holding me tight against him, his cock still buried deep inside me. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, clinging to him.

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