Page 57 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“Make that a late dinner and a very late movie… it might be too late to pull this off.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, his eyes intense with desire. “I think that if we view our fake wedding as a sort of practice session, then we can move to more advanced dating activities.”

“Advanced dating activities?” I laughed softly as he came out from behind his desk. “Advanced dating activities… is that what they call it in the corporate world? Or is that what the kids are calling it on the internet?”

He put his hand on my cheek, velvety soft and warm. I basked in the glow of his touch, feeling pulses of delight stream through my nerves. My eyes slowly closed as my breaths came faster, heavier.

I could feel my blood pulsing in my veins as he pressed his lips against my own. He kissed me tender and sweet, slowly pleasuring me with a very giving performance.

He smothered me with passionate kisses, first taking my lips, then moving down to my neck. His mouth felt so good, so soft and enticing against my skin. I cried out and clutched my arms around his shoulders and neck. His soft hair felt amazing running through my fingers.

Evan’s hands moved up to my blouse, unbuttoning the top notch. I felt the fabric peel away from my skin. Leaning back,I grasped his head and watched as he slowly stripped away my outer layers to reveal the real me.

I slipped out of the blouse as he slid it off my shoulders. He carefully laid it across the back of a chair and then turned back to gaze at me lovingly. Evan’s smoldering gaze traveled down to my bra-clad chest. Once again, I regretted not wearing sexy underwear. But who wears sexy underwear to sign divorce papers except some kind of psychopath?

I loved watching him enjoy the sight of my body. Then he cupped his hands under my breasts and lifted. I sighed as he worked at the snap between my breasts, then moaned in relieved delight as it came free. He gently removed the bra and place it on top of my blouse.

Our eyes met, and suddenly he was kissing me again. He lingered in his passions, hand clutching at my now bare breasts. Evan traced a soft line across my nipple. It hardened almost immediately. I loved the feeling of his warm skin against my own.

Evan crushed my lips with a passionate kiss, his hand sliding down to the small of my back. I lost myself in the kiss, my mind drifting on a plane of desire and heat. Evan slipped his fingers into the hemline of my panties. I gasped as they interloped in the groove of my ass.

“You’re so beautiful, Amanda,” he growled low in his throat. His eyes filled with the kind of animalistic desire that I expected to find in a pure alpha. But I was also pleased to see that his gaze also held a lot of deep affection. I felt warmed up from the inside out.

“Thanks,” I gasped, because I felt like I should say something. He shoved his face between my breasts and made a satisfied groan. I grabbed the back of his head and caressed his hair as his lips sought out my nipple.

He suckled like a greedy infant, flicking the nub with his nimbletongue. A sharp cry forced its way out of my throat. It felt so amazingly good to have him enjoying my body like this. I never wanted it to stop.

Evan set me on his desktop. I leaned forward to facilitate his unzipping my skirt. I slid out of the garment and then sat on the desk clad only in my panties. His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, trailing sensual delights in its wake. Evan rubbed my panty-clad pussy gently, teasing me into an ever more attenuated state.

“It feels like someone is getting all nice and wet,” he purred, eyes glowing with lust.

“Why don’t you check and see?”

He cocked an eyebrow and then shoved his face against my crotch. My mouth flew open in a sharp gasp. I felt Evan’s teeth scrape along the edge of my thigh. A moment later, he caught hold of my waistband against his jaw.

Evan’s eyes rolled up to meet my gaze. Then he pulled back like a dog with a tasty treat and ripped my panties right off of my body. I didn’t know if it was the sudden exposure, or the animalistic grunt he made, or the way he’d just so thoroughly stripped me without using his hands. Possibly it was all three. All I knew was I had never been so turned on in all of my life.

“Amanda, I think you have the cutest pussy in all of the world.”

A moan escaped my lips as he reached out and petted my pussy with gentle, sure strokes. I grabbed the edge of the desk and held on for dear life as he teased me with his expert fingers.

He used his fingers to peel my outer labia open, revealing just how wet my pussy had really become. Evan bit his lower lip and eyed my body like a hungry dog might eye a steak.

“Your pussy smells so good, Amanda. I just have to have another taste.”

He shoved his face between my thighs. I gasped, my eyesfluttering closed as he dashed his tongue down the pink trench between my swollen pussy lips. Evan got really deep into his work, figuratively and literally. My moans grew more guttural as he enveloped my pussy lip with his mouth for a lick and suckle session.

I grabbed the back of his head like a daredevil grabbing the handlebars of his motorcycle. I tried not to pull his hair, but he was working his magic on me with tongue and lips. I couldn’t possibly keep any semblance of self-control with Evan going to town on my pussy in his inimitable fashion.

“Oh God, your pussy tastes so sweet,” he exclaimed into the soft petals of my body. Then he latched onto the lip on the opposite side. My eyes squeezed tightly shut. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, piling up on one another and crashing into my brain. I saw golden sparks sizzling behind my eyelids.

I knew where he was going as soon as he pinched my clitoral hood between thumb and forefinger. My heart started thudding in my chest even harder than before. Evan lifted his gaze from my pussy. His whole handsome face glistened with my juices.

“Amanda,” he purred. “I bet you want me to lick and suck on your dirty little clit.”

“Oh, yes,sir,” I cried.

“Have you been a good girl? Do you really deserve this?”

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