Page 29 of Billionaire's Promise
Don’t look down, don’t.I lower my gaze, take in the thick bulge outlined at his crotch. Instantly, my core clenches. Moisture pools between my legs.
I swallow, rake my gaze up his chest, to his face, to where his blue eyes peruse me with frank curiosity. He’s waiting to see what I’ll do next. Hell,I’mwaiting to see what I’ll do next.
I shift my weight from foot to foot, twist my fingers together in front of me.What do you want? What do you want to do? Do you want to stay? Do you want to go? Fuck it. I should leave.I turn away. That’s when he grabs my wrist.
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Baron
What the hell are you doing? Let her go. Unhand her, you bastard. She’s not yours. She’s his. She belongs to a man you’ve have avoided for more than half your life. So why the hell had he called me and asked me to take care of her while he’s away? Knowing Edward, it’s because he’s testing me. But why is he doing that? Why go to this extent to put me in temptation’s way?
Why test me in the first place, when he knows the first chance I get, I’ll betray him?
I tug, and she stumbles back. Her hair flows about my face and I inhale. The scent of jasmine and raspberries, warm, sweet, and lush. Like her curves. Like the flesh between her legs, which would be wet and throbbing and willing. If I reached around and cupped her pussy, would she arch back and into me? Would she part her legs and allow me full access to her slit—to the cradle of civilization that exists between her full thighs?
A trembling seizes her. Her hips twitch and her waist shimmies. The dancer in her emerges, takes over, as if she senses that she is in danger.
I tug again and she turns toward me, her tiny waist at the level of my eyes. I release her hand, only to plant my palms on her hips. She shudders. Her breathing speeds up. I lower my chin, bury my nose in her crotch. A moan bleeds from her lips.
I draw in a deep breath and the scent of her ripens, the sweet scent of her arousal filling my lungs. The blood rushes to my groin and my dick throbs against the constraints of my jeans. I nuzzle into the apex of her leggings. She groans. I tighten my hold on her, tilt my chin up and flatten my face against her pussy. A whine trembles up her throat.
"Baron," she whispers, "please."
The sound of my name from her lips, her pleading tone... All of it rushes to my head. I close my mouth around her core and she hisses. I fasten my teeth around the fabric of her leggings, and through it, on the swollen nub of her clit. She cries out, digs her fingers into my hair as I begin to fuck her pussy with my mouth, through the barrier of her leggings. She parts her legs, gives me more access, and I slide my hands down to cup her generous hips. "F-u-c-k." I squeeze her flesh and she shivers.
I tilt her hips, opening her up further as I continue to suck on her, eat her out through the bloody cloth that covers the singularly most delicious, most erotic part of her. Her entire body jolts. She tugs on my hair and my scalp tingles. Tendrils of pleasure flash down my spine. My cock thickens even more and I thrust my tongue into her fabric outlined slit. She cries out again, digs her fingers deeper into my hair, thrusts her hips forward and into my face. I bite down on her pussy once more and her body trembles. Through the fabric of her leggings, I scent her arousal deepen. I glance up at her and command, "Come." And she shatters. Her eyes roll back in her head, she cries out, then slumps against me. I cup one palm against her butt, bring the other down between her thighs. I grind my heel into her clit, massage her pussy as she trembles and shudders in the aftermath of the orgasm.
"Oh, my god," she mumbles. "Oh, god."
"God has nothing to do with it." I lean back as she opens her heavy eyelids and stares down at me.
She opens and shuts her mouth, then shakes her head as if to clear it. "Did I…did I come?"
I set my lips, "It would seem that way." I set her away from me, then rise to my feet.
"I’ll bring you home."
"Wait, what?" She blinks, sways a little and I grip her shoulder until she seems steadier on her feet. Then I step back. I smooth down her sweatshirt, so it covers her luscious hips, and hides the apex of her thighs.
"What are you doing?" She scowls down at herself.
"Making sure you are covered."
"Covered?" She stares a second longer, then color flushes her cheeks. She glances up at my face. "Oh."
I button up my shirt, then move around and past her. "Coming?"
"I already did."
A chuckle barks out from me. I turn and level a gaze at her. "Sassy, huh?"
She tips up her chin. "You have no idea." She marches up to me, then plants her hands on her hips. "What was that about?"
"What was what about?"
"That," she stabs her thumb over her shoulder, "whatever that was."
"I was simply proving a point."
