Page 54 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"You’re fucking soaked."
Thanks for stating the obvious.
He massages my core, and a groan trembles up my throat. He slips his fingers under the seam of my panties, and I pant. Goosebumps flare on my skin. Please. Please do it. Please slide your fingers into my underwear, thrust your massive fleshy fingers into my melting, aching pussy. Hell, what does one have to do to get a finger fuck, huh?
"Say it."
I frown.
"You know you want it."
"No."
He grinds the heel of his palm into my core, and the heaviness of his palm combined with the friction of the fabric against my clit… Gah! A trembling sensation sweeps up from the soles of my feet. No, no, no. I can’t come. Not like this. I bite down on my lower lip and his nostrils flare. He lowers his head, until our eyelashes tangle.
"Ever climaxed in a boardroom before, Darlin’?"
I scowl at him and his mouth quirks.
"That’s what I thought." He raises his hand and I blink. What the—? He brings down his palm on my already sensitized pussy.
A scream boils up.
My entire body tenses, my spine curves, the orgasm swoops up to envelop my thighs, my waist, it bursts up my spine and crashes behind my eyes. Sparks of red and black squeeze my vision. Moisture gushes out from between my thighs. My shoulders tremble, my breasts hurt, the hollowness in my womb intensifies.
I crack my eyelids to find him perusing my features. "You’re beautiful when you orgasm, little Bird." Something burns deep in those eyes, "You’re unique, you know that?"
Heat flushes my cheeks. "Did you just say what I think you did?"
All emotions fade from his face and his features shutter. Oh, so it’s like that, huh? So, we are going to ignore that the alphahole showed me the first crack in his countenance?
He scrunches his forehead and a line appears between his beautifully arched eyebrows. "You enjoy trivia, Pink?"
Here we go again. I am beginning to get familiar with his manipulative nature. And PS, I like this nickname less. I jerk my chin.
"How many orgasms do you think a woman is capable of in the space of five minutes?"
Don’t think that’s a rhetorical question. Also, I have a feeling I am going to find that out. Btw if he thinks I am going to answer that question, he has another think coming.
"I hope you are keeping count, hmm?"
His lips curl at the corners; intent glitters in his eyes.
Wait. What? Don’t, don’t.
He slides his finger inside my panties and eases it into my melting pussy. “Oh!” I stutter. My hips tremble.
"Did that turn you on, little Bird?" He adds a second finger, a third. I gasp. Pinpricks of pleasure radiate out from my core. He thrusts all three fingers deeper, then curves them. My breath catches; my thighs spasm. My eyes roll back in my head. OMG. What’s he doing to me? A vibrating sensation buzzes up my spine and down again. My entire body seems to be humming with an out-of-body sensation. The vibrations intensify. I sense him lean toward me.
He’s suspended above me for a second, enough for me to pick up the shift in the air. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I crack my eyes open to find him reaching for his phone which is buzzing in my line of sight. He picks up his phone, plonks it between his ear and his shoulder, "Hello?"
What the hell?Did he just answer his phone, and in the middle of getting me off? Anger explodes low in my belly. I tilt my chin, raise my shoulders off the table and he jams his fingers back inside of my thrumming core. Too much. Too full. I hit the table with a thump. His gaze locks with mine. Indigo eyes intensify to a color that is almost jet black. Dark, brooding, edgy like the rest of him. His features tighten with almost painful intensity; his jaw tics.
"Tell me." He speaks into the phone.
Is he actually holding a conversation while being knuckle deep in me?
I mean… honestly… this is… not happening. No way. Adrenaline laces my blood.
