Page 121 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Oh." I tilt my head, giving him access and he obliges.
He strokes his tongue over my earlobe, then eases it inside the hollow of my ear. I shiver; goosebumps flare on my skin.
What the hell?
How had I not known that it could be so erotic to have him nibble on my ear lobe, suck on it, as he grips my hips, propels forward and buries himself inside me?
"Sin. Please."
I squeeze my eyes, throw my head back. His grasp on my hip holds me in place. He cups my breast, pinches the nipple. Jesus. Flashes of heat go off behind my eyes. I am flying, floating... somewhere in that space between pleasure and pain.
He releases my breasts, and I groan.
He slides his hand down to cup my pussy, strum my lower lips, pinch my clit, and I cry out.
The pressure intensifies, grows, radiates out to my extremities. My feet dig into the mattress, my fingers clench, and every pore in my skin seems to open.
He slams into me again with enough force that my entire body bucks. His lips brush my ear. "Come."
And I shatter. The sensations sweep up my chest; my heart pounds against my ribcage with such force that I am sure it's going to jump out. He loosens the grip on my throat and the climax engulfs me. The blood drums against my temples. Sparks of red and white fill my vision. Then, that too, fades away. Darkness pulls me under.
Something cold slides between my legs, and my eyelids flutter. I glance down to find that I am on my back, legs spread wide. A dark hand wipes a pristine white towel down my throbbing center. I wince.
"Shh! Let me take care of you."
He dabs the cold towel on either side of my thighs. The coolness permeates my skin, and the burning eases, somewhat. "Better?"
I nod.
He straightens, walks into the adjoining bath. The door is open, and light pours out. I hear the sound of a cabinet being opened and closed. Then he walks out again. The bed dips as he places a knee between my legs. He squeezes out something from a tube. "What’s that?"
He spreads it out onto my thighs. A cold sensation sinks into my blood and all remaining aches instantly recede. "Is that—?"
"Aloe."
"Do you do this often?"
"What?’
"Take care of virgins in your bed."
He straightens, caps the ointment, then walks past the bed to place it on the side table.
"I’ve never slept with one before."
"Oh."
"And I am only taking care of you, so you are ready for another round."
"Wait... what?"
He slides onto the bed, "Scoot over."
"You don’t mean that?" My pussy clenches. Moisture seeps from my core.
I shift to the other side, making sure there’s the width of the bed between us.
He folds his arm behind his neck, "Don’t I?"
