Page 43 of The Billionaire's Baby
He wedges his shoulder between my legs, forcing them apart. Cool air hits my exposed skin a second before he grips my ankles and places them over each of his shoulders.
I glance down to find him peering up with a wicked look on his face.
"Wha—" I clear my throat, "what are you doing?"
"Eating the rest of my lunch."
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I swipe my tongue up her pussy lips and she moans. I slide my tongue inside her channel, grip her thighs and spread them apart even further. She thrusts her hips up and into my face, and that sweet scent of her arousal goes to my head. I weave my tongue in and out of her, then slip my fingers in between her arsecheeks. She freezes, and I lick her clit, circle the swollen nub with my tongue. Her thighs tremble. She buries her fingers in my hair and tugs. The pain heads straight to my groin. Hell. My cock lengthens in my pants. I slide my other hand up her smooth skin and squeeze her nipple. She shudders, then locks her thighs around my head as I suck on her pussy, then close my mouth around her clit and draw it in between my lips. Her entire body bucks. A groan bleeds from her, and my balls harden. I raise my head, then rise over her, to fasten my lips to her mouth. The taste of her lips combined with that of her cum, sends the blood rushing to my groin. I pull back, stare into her flushed features, her wide eyes, the tendrils of hair stuck to her brow.
"Jesus, you’re gorgeous." Something hot coils in my chest. I plant my elbows on the table and bracket her in. "Why the hell did it have to be you?" I frown at her.
She stares back at me, her golden eyes wide, beseeching.
I reach down, release my cock, then position it against her entrance. I thrust into her and she gasps. Her mouth opens and closes. I bend, fit my lips to hers, slide my tongue inside her mouth at the same time that I pull back and impale her in one long, smooth move. Her entire body jerks. The table creaks. I begin to fuck her in earnest, plunging up and into her. A groan trembles up her throat; I swallow it, dig my fingers into the curve of her hip and hold her as I continue to move in and out of her. In and out. I wind the strands of her hair around my palm and tug. She moans, then flings her arms around my shoulders, digs her fingernails into my back with enough force that pain shivers down my spine. My balls tighten and my shaft thickens inside of her. I pull all the way out, stay poised at the rim of her channel. She pushes her pelvis up, and I tear my lips from hers. "Tell me you want me."
She firms her lips.
"Say it," I order.
She pouts, then reaches down between us. I slap her hand away. "You don’t get to touch." I snap. "Not unless I allow you."
"And when is that?"
"When you admit that it wasn’t an accident that you stowed away on my boat."
She stares. "You’re crazy."
"I am only just beginning to understand what’s between us."
"What’s that?"
"You’re infatuated with me."
"What?" She gapes.
"It’s true. Don’t deny it. In fact, your subconscious had picked me out as the father of your to-be child, even before you realized it."
Her gaze narrows. "You’re doing this purposely, aren’t you?"
"What?"
"Trying to make me angry?"
"I won’t deny that having you livid at me is a turn on."
"That’s why you’re accusing me of some utter bullshit?"
"Is it?" I drag the crown of my cock up her pussy lips and her eyes dilate. "Tell me you need this. Tell me you can’t wait for me to fuck you, to bury myself inside your hungry, melting pussy and shag you so hard that you’ll feel me inside of you for days."
Her breathing grows ragged and she moans, "Fuck you, Ari."
"I will. All you have to do is give me what I want." I reach down, sink my thumb inside her arsehole and her back bows off the table.
"Jesus," she pants. Sweat beads on her upper lip. She digs her fingers into my hair and yanks me close to her. "Damn you," she snarls. "Damn the day I set eyes on you."
