Page 172 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"I can’t think when you touch me."
"Okay."
"What?" I blink. Sin being this… agreeable? Wow! All of my senses go on alert.
I glance down to find he’s indeed holding his hands up.
"See? I can comply with your wishes."
Hmm. "So why don’t I trust you?"
"Give me a chance, Bird."
I chew on my lower lip.
"If I don’t make you come in the next five minutes—"
"Three."
"What?" He glares at me.
I shiver, shuffle my weight from foot to foot. That rough tone, that harsh edge to his intention… Wetness slicks my core, as he’s going to find out in the next few seconds… "Two minutes."
"Summer." He growls.
I bite the inside of my lips, "You have one minute to make me come. If I were you—"
His hands swoop out, he drags my skirt up above my hips again.
"You didn’t wear panties."
"Didn’t want a panty line."
"Liar." He drops his head, licks my pussy from my back hole up to my clit.
I gasp. "Not. Lying."
"You came here with the intention of seducing me."
"Not."
He licks my swollen nub and a trembling starts up my toes. No, no, no. I can’t let him win this. I arch back, away from him. He grips the backs of my thighs, "Spread for me, Baby Girl."
My legs part like the words of my favorite movie prose.
"So beautiful. So sweet. Your cunt is my home, Darling."
I swallow, thrust my pelvis forward, and he plunges his tongue inside my pussy.
"Sin."
"Shh." His hum rolls deep inside of me. A whine slips from me and his grip tightens. He dives into me, licking, sucking. I dig my fingers into his hair and tug. Raise one leg and hook it over his shoulder. He lowers his other and fits it under my other knee. I am riding his face, as he fucks me with his tongue. Thrusting, throbbing, stabbing at my center. I’m coming. "I’m coming." I arch my shoulders back, my spine curves, and the climax rips through me. Sparks of blue and white…Stormy, swirling, big fat tears roll down my cheeks.
He doesn’t stop. He thrusts that wicked sinful tongue of his into me, hooks it across the most delicate part of me. Another orgasm throbs at my center and shoots out, vibrates out to my extremities. He rips his mouth from my lower lips. "Come for me, Bird."
And I do. Again. I shatter on his desk. Moisture drools out from between my thighs. He bends his head, laps up all of my cum. Wipes me clean.
I slump onto the table. He swoops up, rolling my legs up and around his waist, then scoops me up.
