Page 209 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"Please stop crying. I don't know what you want me to do. I want to give you what you need. Please just tell me what you want. Let me reassure you about how I feel." He wiped away my tears with his thumbs.
I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard. He instinctively grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. His hands slid to my ass.
"Let's go back to the apartment," he said and kissed the side of my neck.
"No." I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. This was what I needed. This was something that always worked between us. The only reassurance I needed was his dick deep inside of me. "This is what I need." I wrapped my hand around his erection.
He grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs up around him. He moved toward the wall, but tripped over a bucket. I slid down his torso and my feet hit the ground again. "Shit. Sorry, Penny."
I silenced him with another kiss. I needed him. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down my hips. He pushed his body against mine, pressing my back against the cool wall. He slid my pants the rest of the way down. I stepped out of them and my flats.
"I think this will reassure you," he said and knelt in front of me. I expected him to kiss the inside of my thigh, or lightly brush his fingers against my clit to tease me. But he thrust his tongue deep inside my wetness.
"Fuck," I groaned and leaned my head back against the wall.
He had done this to me before, but never like this. He was acting like he was starving and I was the only thing sustaining him. He thrust his tongue even deeper inside of me as he rubbed his nose against my clit.
"James," I panted.
He lifted my thighs over his shoulders so that he was supporting all my weight. He slid one of his hands underneath my tank top and pressed it against my breast to keep me in place. It felt like I was floating. All the tension, stress, and anxiety seemed to disappear. All I could think about was his tongue between my thighs. He rubbed his nose against my clit again.
The sensation was too much. I moaned as my orgasm washed over me.
"Do you feel better now?" He placed another long stroke against my wetness as he moved my thighs off his shoulders. I felt my back slide down the wall. "Because your cunt is delicious. I could do that forever." He pushed my tank top up and kissed my stomach. "I told you everything would be okay and it will be. I need you to trust me. I need you to trust my judgment."
"I do trust you." He was still kneeling in front of me.
"Then we should be celebrating today, not fighting." He sunk one of his fingers inside of me.
Oh God.
"I'm divorced." He thrust his finger deeper.
Fuck.
"I'm not your professor anymore." He slid another finger inside of me.
"James," I groaned.
He responded by slowly moving his fingers in and out of me. "We can finally be together, just like you wanted. So tell me, how else can I reassure you?" His fingers were driving me crazy.
I moaned.
He stood up and his fingers hooked, hitting me where only he could. "Do you need me to take you home and make love to you?" He kissed my neck. "Or do you want me to fuck you in this closet? Because I need my cock inside of you. I need reassurance too." He pressed his thumb against my clit.
"Fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he said and bit my earlobe. My whole body tingled in response. He grabbed my thighs, lifted my legs around him and sunk his thick cock deep inside of me. He slammed my back against the shelves on the side of the closet as he moved his hips.
Yes!
Bottles toppled to the ground. A fake lemon scent filled the room. But I didn't care that we were making a mess. I ran my fingers through his unruly hair and deepened our kiss. I needed this more than I ever had before.
He began to thrust faster and harder. I tilted my hips to meet him and he groaned into my mouth. His finger tips dug into my hips.
"Harder," I moaned.
"If you want it harder, I'll give it to you harder." He carried me over to a table and pushed some of the contents to the ground. They must have been paper products, because they barely made a sound. He laid me down on the table and leaned over me. I unbuttoned his shirt so I could feel his six pack. "I'll never get enough of you," I whispered. He had said those words to me before. It was true for me too. If he wasn't addicted to me, then I was surely addicted to him. I needed him to know.
