Page 17 of Tempting My Billionaire Master

“Ethan, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” I moaned, the words tumbling from my lips unbidden.

He licked and sucked my clit with an expertise that left me gasping for air, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me.

He continued to lavish me with attention, his tongue working magic on my most intimate parts. The pleasure built inside me like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over me at any moment.

“Please, Ethan,” I begged, my fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair. “More…”

His tongue continued to tease and tantalize me, while his hands roamed over my body like a master sculptor shaping his greatest masterpiece.

“Is this what you want, Chloe?” he murmured against my swollen clit, his breath hot and heavy on my sensitive flesh.

“Y-yes,” I stammered, barely able to form words as the waves of pleasure rolled over me. “Please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t waste another moment. His mouth enveloped me completely, sucking and licking with eager abandon. The sensations were overwhelming, building into a crescendo of sheer ecstasy that threatened to tear me apart. As my orgasm neared, my grip on his hair tightened, my hips bucking uncontrollably against his face.

“Ethaaan!” I cried out, my voice cracking as the most intense climax washed over me. I felt like I was on the verge of blacking out, my vision blurring at the edges as my body writhed beneath him. But somehow, he never missed a beat, continuing to coax wave after wave of pleasure from me until I was left panting and spent.

Finally, he lifted his head and crawled up next to me, his eyes dark with desire. His fingers replaced his mouth, teasing my still-sensitive clit before slipping inside me, eliciting a shudder of rapture. He kissed me hungrily, my taste lingering on his lips, while his fingers worked magic within me.

“God, you’re so beautiful when you come undone like that,” he whispered in my ear, his voice husky and raw. “I could watch you all night.”

“Your… your turn,” I managed to breathe out, wanting to return the favor. But he shook his head, pressing a finger against my lips.

“Later,” he promised, his eyes never leaving mine. “Right now, I just want to make you feel good.”

His fingers continued their dance inside me, hitting all the right spots and making me moan with each thrust.

“Come for me again, Chloe,” he urged, his breath hot against my neck. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

As if on cue, another climax slammed into me, tearing through my body like wildfire. I cried out, gripping his arm tightly as I rode out the waves of pleasure that threatened to consume me whole.

Ethan worked me through the aftershocks, his touch gentle but insistent. When I finally went limp, he withdrew his fingers and moved up to gather me in his arms.

“Two…” I gasped, struggling to find my breath. “I’ve never… two orgasms, and you’re not even undressed yet.”

“I’m just getting started,” he whispered, brushing the hair back from my face. His green eyes were soft with tenderness and something more, something that made my heart skip a beat.

Still panting, I tilted my chin up in invitation. Ethan bent his head, meeting my lips in a kiss and I melted into it.

As we parted, Ethan rested his forehead against mine.

“Please, Ethan…” I begged, my voice a needy whisper. “I want you inside of me.”

My fingers trembled with anticipation as I reached for the buttons on his shirt, slowly revealing his muscled torso inch by tantalizing inch. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his chiseled chest and abs, an incubus come to life.

“God, you’re so handsome,” I murmured, unable to resist running my fingertips over the roughness of his skin, mapping the dips and grooves of muscle. His flesh was warm satin over steel, scented with sandalwood and sex.

My core throbbed in time with my heartbeat, aching to be filled. I slid my hand lower, brushing the waistband of his trousers.

Ethan’s breath hitched. His erection strained against the fabric, hot and hard under my palm. I rubbed my hand along his length, desire pooling low in my belly at the feel of him.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I said huskily.

As I pulled his trousers down, his huge cock sprang free—already hard, thick and heavy, and even bigger than I remembered. My mouth watered at the sight, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. But first, I wanted to pay him back for the pleasure he’d given me earlier.

Leaning in, I licked the length of his shaft, exploring the map of veins on its surface with my tongue. It felt hot and hard against my lips, and a thrill shot through me as I realized how much power I held over his pleasure. Opening my mouth wide, I took in as much of him as I could, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked him like there was no tomorrow. I maintained eye contact with Ethan, and the intensity of his gaze only spurred me on further.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he struggled to maintain control. “You’re so good at this… Don’t stop.”

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