Page 170 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"But it’s too little too late."
My mouth falls open. I know I am gaping, but fuck that. "Don’t you dare do it, Bird.
"What?"" She unzips my pants, and my dick swings free. She grabs my swollen shaft at the base, swipes up to the tip, and I huff.
Tighten my hold on her nape.
"What were you saying?" She peers up at me from under her thick eyelashes, massages me again. The blood rushes to my groin; my cock jumps.
"Don’t you dare leave—"
She squeezes me with enough pressure for my shaft to thicken. The pulse thuds at my temples, behind my eyeballs. My balls are so fucking hard that I am sure I am going to come right now.
My head spins; my knees tremble. And fuck, this isn’t about the blow job. It's simply that the woman I love, is getting me off— Hold on.
Love. What? No. I did not think that.
I mean, I’d confessed to almost being in love… When had I crossed the line? Is that why I’d spilled all my secrets to her like she was my sounding board? Which she was… She is… Mine.
I am hers. Hers. I stare at her flushed features. Take in the dilated pupils, the color on her cheeks. Her parted lips. She, too, is aroused. Good.
I force my shoulders to unlock. Widen my stance. "Bird."
"Hmm?"
She drags her fingers to the base of my very excited cock.
"I love you."
