Page 10 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
She cries out at the first lick, then moans on the second.
“Fuck, you’re ripe, aren’t you? Strawberries and champagne don’t have anything on your pussy, Willa. This is the best celebration I could have ordered.”
“What are we celebrating?” she asks, her voice thick.
And later, I’ll remember that as important.
But in the moment, with my pulse pounding in my ears and her scent and taste flooding my system, all I can focus on is the way her body responds to my mouth.
The way she arches beneath me, the pulse of her clit against my tongue. The flood of her juices as I reach up and squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples.
“Come on my face,” I growl between licks. “Let me feel you on my tongue.”
“Oh God,” she moans.
“Roman.”
“Oh,Roman,” she corrects. “You put God to shame.”
Fuck yeah. I flutter my tongue against her clit, then pull it deep again.
She thrusts her hips up, meeting me pull for pull, and I don’t have a condom on me—when was the last fucking time I needed a condom?—but I need to feel her around me.
Just for a minute.
As soon as she starts to climax, I work a finger into her tightness, then a second, the whole time kissing her sweet pussy for all the good work it’s just done to get ready.
“Good job,” I whisper to her quivering cunt before I push up and unzip, fisting my cock with my wet fingers before bringing myself to her entrance.
She puts a hand against my chest, her eyes wide. “I’ve never done it…bare.”
“Fuck, sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.” She licks her lips. “I want to.”
“It’s been years, Willa. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
She lifts her hips, rocking against me. Getting the tip of my cock wet, and then warm, and then—fuck, I’m inside her. Just the tip, and that’s a tight squeeze, but it’s so fucking good.
I plant a hand beside her on the bench and press in, in, in…a long, slick glide deep inside her until I’ve thrust all the way home, and her eyes are impossibly wide, staring up at me.
“Oh,” she says, in the tiniest voice. “Oh, that’s so…full.”
“I’ll pull out,” I manage to promise. “I won’t come inside you.”
“Too bad,” she mumbles, her head rolling back. “I think I’d like to feel that.”
“Me, too,” I whisper before I press my face into her neck.
She wraps her legs around my hips and I give myself over to the feel of her body.
Her breath hitches on every single thrust. But if I pause, she begs me not to stop.
And then her little fingers reach between us, seeking out her clit, and I stare between our bodies as she starts to get herself off.
“That’s it, gorgeous girl. Make yourself come again. Bet that feels good. Makes your pussy hum after I shoved my big cock in it, hmm?”
“Roman,” she gasps.
