Page 58 of The Reluctant Billionaire
I press a finger directly to her clit through the lace, and she shudders and sobs out a strangledGod.
‘So you’ll take every inch I have to give you, and you’ll take it like a good girl. Got it?’
‘Y-yes,’ she manages, bowing her head.
‘Right answer,’ I say, and I unsnap her bra. Next, I peel her thong over that glorious arse and down her legs. She raises one knee and I slide it off, removing her stiletto as I go before doing the same on the other side.
She’s naked, and stunning, and quivering for me. I scoot backwards, giving thanks for this enormous sofa, and admire the un-fucking-believable view that is Lotta’s pussy, bare and already glistening with arousal, just for me. It’s the most tantalising thing I’ve ever seen, and I kneel, using my hands to spread her folds wide open before I put my tongue right where it belongs.
I can’t help the ravenous groan that escapes my lips as I begin to feast on her. I give her one long, decadent swipe of my tongue from front to back before proceeding to tongue-fuck her, slowly and luxuriously. I had a taste in the shower the other night, but that was pretty quick. Now, it’s just me and her, and my prep for the Permira meeting can go to hell.
Worshipping this high-maintenance princess’ body with mine? Showing her I know far better than she does that I’m capable of giving her what she needs?
That’s far more important.
As is, I’m ashamed to say, showing her who’s boss. Or, at least, showing her she doesn’t call all the shots here. I meant what I said. I have her in my office, and I won’t be happy until she’s surrendered to what we have. Till she’s come so hard and screamed my name so loudly that there’s no doubt in her mind that this version of me can own her body just as wholly as the version who fucked her, hard and slow, in her shower and in her bed.
Just the way she wanted it.
Usually, I steer clear of the CEO thing. I feel uncomfortable thinking too much about the power it gives me. Feel even more uncomfortable wielding that power.
But here in this moment, with Carlotta, it’s heady. I feel the need to win her respect and have her crave being on the receiving end of every last bit of the power I wield.
I slide my tongue out of her and move it to her clit. Fuck, it’s so swollen. I flick at it, and she pushes back against my face.
‘God, that’s amazing,’ she pants. ‘Aide,God.’
Every time she succumbs, every time I get closer to that elemental part of her, something loosens in my chest.
‘You are fucking delicious,’ I grunt out, rubbing my nose in her pussy as I pause my licking. ‘You’re going to come so hard on my tongue.’
‘I know,’ she manages.
‘Down on your elbows, sweetheart,’ I say, and I ramp up my onslaught, sliding a couple of fingers inside her as my lips and tongue lave her exactly where she needs it. Fuck, she’s so wet and tight, her muscles gripping my fingers. I add a third.
She lets out some kind of strangled noise of approval, and I finger fuck her harder.
‘Fuck,’ she says. ‘Yourbeard.’
‘Too rough?’ I ask between licks.
‘No. It’s,God,it’s so perfect. I can take it harder.’
The upside of having your community project turned upside down by a knockout hellcat is that, once you get her naked and get your hands and mouth on her, that fire of hers fucking ignites. She’s moaning and writhing and twisting her body, her face grinding against the sofa cushions exactly how I imagined.
She’s so close now. Every exhale is a moan. My fingers and mouth are soaked in her arousal. I’m lost in this sensory paradise. Can’t get enough of the taste and smell and feel of her slickness.
I work her as hard as I can. I know she wants it. Needs it. I know she can take it all.
And then she’s coming, her pussy shuddering beneath my tongue and contracting around my fingers, the fucking amazing sounds she makes telling me she’s lost somewhere deep inside herself, that I’ve transported her to another realm.
And I want her to take me there with her.
CHAPTER 23
Lotta
Holy hell.
