Page 5 of Eluding the Billionaire
“Aye, of course. Take what you want,” I tell her. She does, unbuckling my belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping my pants before pulling them down to my ankles, leaving me standing in only my boxer shorts. She stares down at my cock straining behind the stretch-cotton fabric.
“Impressive,” she murmurs, almost to herself. I choke out a laugh.
Katie has become a woman of few words but lots of action. Kicking off my shoes, then dress pants, I wait for her next move. A tiny crease forms between her perfectly arched eyebrows while she continues to stare at my barely covered cock. I wish I knew what was running through her beautiful head. That greedy look she’s giving me is pumping even more blood to the region that is the focus of her gaze.
I’m painfully hard. Her eyes widen before tracking up my abs and coming to rest on my face. Another one of those cheeky dimpled smiles spreads her mouth wide. It promises more than just wanting to look.
Rising onto her toes, she hooks one hand behind my neck, drawing my face down to hers. Then she roughly seals her champagne-infused lips to mine in another demanding kiss. Again, the moment our lips touch, a fire ignites between us. The kiss is hard and full of need. She opens to me and our tongues fight for supremacy in a passionate duel, each of us giving and taking in equal measure.
I want to capture her in my arms, but I would hate to restrict her movements in any way. Instead, I let my mouth show her how much I’m enjoying our kiss.
Her free hand slips below the waistband of my boxers, then her fingers try to close around me. A low groan of pleasure escaping from deep within my chest is lost in our kiss. My dick flexes with a burning need for this woman before the lady in question pulls back from the kiss, her eyes growing wider.
“Do you like my cock in your hand?” I ask, and she nods quicker than a bobblehead character.
“But … You’re very big. I’m not sure you’re going to fit.” Her head tilts to the side and she begins to chew on her bottom lip. It’s so cute, I have to chuckle.
“Baby, trust me. You’ll be so dripping, so ready for me that you’ll be begging for every inch to fill you up.” Her eyes darken with lust, confirming that she likes me talking dirty. Good, because I’m happy to share with her all the dirty thoughts and words running through my head.
She taps a finger to her lips. “We’ll see. But first, I think I might need to get better acquainted with your member.” Another laugh bursts from my lips. For someone so unafraid to take what she wants, it surprises me that she seems unable to saycock. The woman is a contradiction between words and actions. It’s intriguing.
“Why are you laughing?” she demands, and I’m sure if her hand wasn’t currently busy with my boner, she’d probably have it firmly on her hip.
“No one has ever called my cock a member.” She blushes, and it’s fucking adorable.
Hold up. Since when have I ever thought of a woman as adorable? Especially one who’s only going to be a one-night stand. Maybe I had too much to drink, and the combination of alcohol with her pretty face has me turning soft. Inside. Not where it counts.
A couple of seconds pass where I think she may abandon the whole idea of sex. Then both her hands go to the band of my boxers. She begins to drag them down, and a whoosh of air is released from my lungs. The fabric is no longer restraining my erection, and it bounces against my stomach.
Her gasp is barely audible, and this time, that’s all the reaction I get before she’s dropping to her knees before me. I swallow hard. I’m so fucking horny right now I can barely see straight.
I know I need to slow this freight train of lust down. But first, I want those sinful glossy lips on me, just for a few moments of bliss. The same as any guy in this situation—when a beautiful woman wants to suck your cock, you let her.
She readjusts her position on her knees in front of me, then wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, her grip firmer this time. Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips before she leans forward to lick the drops of precum from my tip. I wobble. Literally. She licks me again, running her tongue along the length of me, like I’m her favorite kind of ice cream. My hands clench at my sides. I want to fuck her mouth hard, but I let her set the pace.
I brace for one more mind-blowingly long swipe of her tongue, and my eyes roll back. Then she finally seals her lips around me. It’s a new kind of torture—the way she hollows her cheeks, sucking on the crown, then easing her lips farther down my stiffened cock. Katie’s mouth is full, and her head bobs up and down several times, working me over, hard and deep.
“Fuck, lass, you have a dirty mouth.” My head bangs back against the solid door. I’m holding myself up with my palms laid flat against it. My eyes close and my whole world disappears into this one moment in time … her sweet, talented mouth on me, slowly taking more and more.
Hell, I need to take control back or this is going to be an embarrassingly short evening. I entwine my fingers in her hair and tug back gently until, with a pop, she releases me.
“Hey, sweetheart, we need to slow down before it’s too late,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “You’re too fucking good at that.” She looks up at me with the most innocent-looking smile. I’m in so much trouble here. Everything about Katie is perfect.
I help her to stand. She’s taller than most women but in heels, she only reaches my chin. I reach one hand to her jaw and tilt her lips up to mine, dropping soft teasing kisses to her mouth, cheeks, and along her jawline to her ear.
“You deserve to be savored, not rushed,” I whisper into the shell of her ear as I bring my hands up to rest on her shoulders.
Then, slowly, I begin to walk her backward until her legs hit the end of the king-size bed. My lips return to hers in another steamy kiss. Her taste is becoming slightly addictive, but there is so much more to discover, like the beautiful tits she’s thrusting into my torso. Not waiting another moment, I ease the thick straps of black velvet down from each shoulder until the top half of the dress is gathered at her waist, trapping her arms by her sides. Katie’s deep brown eyes flutter closed, and a delicate whimper slips from her slightly parted pink lips.
My eyes devour her lush, rounded breasts and pert dusky nipples, their bare beauty far surpassing my earlier imaginings. These beauties deserve to be worshipped and lavished with kisses. With both hands, I reach out to cup the glorious silky-soft mounds that fill my palms to overflowing. I bend and capture one taut pink nipple in a wet kiss before circling my tongue around its peak. She quivers in my arms, and the sound of her moans fills the air. I follow the same pattern on the other peak, but this time sucking on the surrounding flesh so hard she’ll wear my mark tomorrow. I haven’t given a girl a love bite in years, but something in me likes the idea of Katie having a reminder of our night together.
My lips explore every newly revealed inch of flawless skin as I drag the dress from her body. Kisses are peppered over her stomach and from hip to hip, no patch left untouched. Her skin against my mouth is softer than the velvet fabric being removed. Her fingers burrow into my hair, pulling me closer. I consider that an invitation for me to continue, so I do. Reaching the junction of her thighs, I help her step out of the dress now pooling at her feet, then flatten my hand to her stomach and ease her back onto the bed.
I need a moment to again drink in the loveliness before me. Her gorgeous body is clothed only in the skimpiest sheer black panties. The underwear doesn’t hide much, but still, they need to go. Quickly, I slip them from her hips and down her legs so every inch of her is displayed before me. My mouth waters at the tempting sight.
Katie leans up on her elbows. “Well, are you just going to stare, or are you going to do more like you promised?”
I smile down at her. “Baby, I certainly plan on fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
