Page 16 of Tempting the Billionaire
He reaches for the strap of my dress, gently pulling it over my shoulder. He does the same with the other, and then he takes the top of my dress and begins pulling down.
A nervous flutter overtakes me before I remember that he’s already seen me naked before. He’s already seen all of me.
He slides the top of my dress down, revealing my full, bare breasts—the nature of the dress didn’t allow for a bra.
He takes them in, slowly caressing them one at a time, squeezing and then pinching my nipples. I gasp at the sensation, and his smirk widens. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, rubbing circles with his thumbs over my nipples. I moan quietly, throwing my head back.
I can feel the dampness growing between my thighs. I’m so worked up and so deprived, I truly could come just from this. If he just keeps going …
“How do you feel about being a good girl for me one more time?” he asks.
I nod, ready to do anything he asks of me.
He smiles with satisfaction. “And you’re okay with me being a bit … dominant?” he asks. “You like that?” He’s keeping up that same air of power, but beneath the façade is a genuine question. He wants to make sure I’m okay with this. And despite not truly knowing what allthisentails, I find myself nodding. Whatever it is, I want more of it. Now.
At my nod, he stands, pulling me with me, and then he places his hands on my shoulders, guiding me to my knees in front of him. I stare up at him, my bare breasts heaving in anticipation as he slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He pulls out his cock, and my eyes widen.
Holy shit. Sure, I’ve given head before, but will that even fit in my mouth?
He strokes it a few times and, taking in my expression, simply says, “You can take it.” He reaches down to take a handful of my hair, angling my head upward to meet his gaze. “Tap my leg if you want to stop,” he tells me, and then he guides his cock into my mouth.
I take it as deep as I can—which, truthfully, isn’t very deep. Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly slides his cock in and out of me. I obediently take him, feeling myself growing wetter by the second.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I just about fall apart.
Then, grabbing my hair tighter, he begins to pump harder and deeper. I gag, tears coming to my eyes as his cock hits the back of my throat, sliding deeper than any man has ever gone into me. I moan, grabbing his legs to steady me.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he tells me, but doesn’t let up. “Take it like a good girl.”
I moan in affirmation, staring up at him, my expression one of desperation. Then he pumps harder. I squeal, feeling both more aroused and more uncomfortable than I’ve ever been. And despite how my body seemingly wants to reject what’s happening, I can’t help but desire more and more and more. The idea of me, half naked kneeling before this man while he has his way with me, fucking my mouth into submission, is just about the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
And I desperately want it to never end.
I squeeze my eyes shut as more tears come to my eyes, moaning desperately as he continues to pump in and out of me, keeping a tight hold on my hair.
I hear him groaning quietly, and I open my eyes to see his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with desire. Suddenly he pulls out, and I gasp in shock as his cum sprays all over me neck and chest. Panting, I stare down at myself in shock, his liquid coating my chest, sliding down my breasts.
But Ezra wastes no time. Reaching down, he hooks his arms under my armpits, hoisting me back up onto the couch and then spreading my legs, kneeling between them. I stare down at him in shock.
He grins up at me, slowly sliding a hand up my thigh, pulling my dress with it. Once he reaches mywaist, he snakes a finger under the band of my panties and slowly, tantalizingly pulls them down my legs, tossing them aside.
With one hand on each knee, he spreads me open, completely wide and bare before him. I feel myself redden at the sight of me—my black dress bunched around my waist, my pussy bare and exposed before him, my breasts on full display and covered in his own cum.
But he sure seems to love it.
He slides a finger along my inner thigh, causing my breath to quicken. When he reaches my slit, a deep moan escapes me, and I lean my head back against the couch cushions.
“Has it been hard not letting yourself find release this past week?” he asks me, sliding his finger up and down my slit.
I nod. “Yes,” I whimper.
“Did you think about me, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan again.
“What did you think about?”
I blush harder.
