Page 81 of The Billionaire's Secret
"You mean someone as proper as me? Someone who seems so conservative? I couldn't know my tastes, could I?"
"Do you?" I lower my hands to my sides, "Do you know what you're asking of me? Are you ready for everything I am going to demand from you?"
Her chest rises and falls, she firms her lips. "I could ask you the same thing." She reaches forward.
"Gigi... No..."
She grabs my crotch, squeezes my erection.
A groan rips out of me. The blood thuds at my temples. "What are you doing?"
"What does it seem like?" She brings up her other hand to massage my balls and my vision tunnels. "Gigi," I warn her.
"Saint." She peers up at me from under her sooty eyelashes. "I've seen enough porn online to know what turns me on. I've spent my life trying to fit in, trying to be something I am not. I need you to set me free, want you to let me embrace my fantasies, I want this Saint, I—"
"Take your hands off of me," I snap.
She blinks.
"Now."
She pulls back, her face, pale. "I... I'm sorry."
"Show me."
"What?" She drops her hands in her lap.
"Show me you understand what you’re asking for."
"But I... I meant it." She blinks rapidly. "I...do want you."
"You don't get to set the pace." I prop my hands on my hips. "You feel me?"
"B...but." She wrings her hands together. "I—"
"On your knees."
She draws in a breath.
"Now."
She scrambles to the floor, fingers twisted in front, head bowed, her dark hair flowing about her shoulders.
"Beautiful."
A visible shiver runs up her spine.
I unhook my belt, lower my zipper, a moan bleeds from her, and fuck me, but I can’t wait any more.
I wrap her hair around my palm, yank. Her head falls back, her gaze wide. Color flushes her cheeks.
"Open," I demand.
Her lips part.
Fuck, the way she looks right now? My heart begins to race.
"I’m going to fuck your mouth, now."
