Page 106 of Dial B for Billionaire

“That's it, baby,” he breathes. “Take me deeper. Show me how much you want my cock.”

I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, until he hits the back of my throat. The sound he makes sends heat flooding between my thighs, a half groan, half curse. My clit jolts.

When his breathing grows ragged and his grip in my hair tightens, he gently pulls me away. “Not like this,” he says, voice rough with need. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

He lifts me to my feet in one smooth motion, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tastes of wine and desperation. Then he's lifting me onto the kitchen island, working my bra off and tossing it aside before guiding me to lie back on the cool marble.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden into tight peaks. “I will never get tired of looking at these gorgeous tits.”

I arch into his touch, desperate for more. The marbleis cold against my back, making my heated skin even more sensitive. “Bennett, please.”

“Please what?” He smirks, pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me cry out. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me,” I breathe, hips rolling against nothing. “I need your mouth. Your fingers. I'm so wet for you.”

His eyes flash with heat at my words. He reaches between us, fingers hooking in the sides of my panties, and drags them down my legs with torturous slowness. When they're gone, he pushes my thighs apart, eyes fixed on my exposed center with an intensity that makes me shiver.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he says, voice husky with desire as he drops to his knees. “So wet and ready for me. I'm going to eat you until you scream.”

His mouth is on me before I can respond, his tongue finding my clit with devastating precision. I cry out, back arching as sensation surges through me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he devours me.

“Bennett,” I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair, hips moving against his mouth. “Oh fuck! That feels so good.”

He hums against my flesh, the vibration making me shudder. Then he's sliding his fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that perfect spot as his tongue circles my clit. The man can play me like an instrument, causing heat to build at the base of my spine.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against my heated flesh, adding a third finger that stretches me deliciously. “I could eat this sweet cunt all night.”

“Don't stop,” I beg, grinding against his face. “Please don't stop.”

When he sucks my clit between his lips while pumping his fingers deep inside me, I shatter, crying out his name asmy orgasm slams into me. But he doesn't stop, he clamps down on me, his fingers and tongue working in concert to draw out my climax until I'm trembling, oversensitive and desperate to be filled.

“Oh god, Bennett,” I pant, tugging at his shoulders. “I need you inside me. I need your cock.”

He rises, positioning himself between my thighs, head pressing against my entrance. Even after that intense orgasm, I clench at the contact, my body already craving more.

“Look at me,” he commands, one hand gripping my chin. “I want to watch your face while I stretch you open.”

Our eyes lock as he pushes inside with one powerful thrust, filling me completely. We both moan at the sensation. He's so thick, stretching me beautifully, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, buried to the hilt inside me. “Gripping me so tight. Like you were made for me.”

I clench around him deliberately, making him curse. “Move, Bennett. Fuck me hard. You know I love it hard.”

He complies, drawing back and slamming into me with such force that I have to grip the edges of the island to keep from sliding. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes in the kitchen as his rhythm quickly builds, each thrust driving me closer to another climax.

“You like that?” he pants, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Like feeling my cock stretch your little pussy?”

“Yes,” I cry out, reveling in the overwhelming sensation. “Harder, Bennett. Fuck me harder.”

His control snaps. He pounds into me with animalisticintensity. I can feel another orgasm building, pressure coiling tight in my core.

“I'm going to come,” I gasp, nails digging into his forearms. “Don't stop, I'm so close.”

“Give it to me,” he growls, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Come all over my dick like the fucking angel you are.”

The combination of his fingers on my clit and his cock hitting my g-spot with every thrust sends me over the edge. I scream his name, my inner walls clamping down on him as ecstasy crashes through me.

Before I can fully recover, he's pulling out and lifting me, spinning us around to press my back against the wall. His strength is intoxicating. I love the way he can manhandle me so effortlessly, position me exactly how he wants me.

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