Page 47 of Billionaire's Promise
"Ohh," I moan, "Ohhh, Baron."
I sense his lips curve against my sensitive skin, a second before he grabs my arse cheeks and squeezes them apart. Pain vibrates out from the point of contact and my core seems to melt. I grip the edge of the sink, push out my butt and lower my forehead to the cool ceramic surface.
He swipes his tongue up my pussy, thrusts his tongue inside my melting core. At the same time, he slides his thumb inside my puckered hole and I squeal. "Oh, no, no, no, no."
He pauses, "Is that a yes, Eve?"
I hesitate, then nod.
"Say it."
"Yes."
"Like you mean it, Eve," he orders.
"Yes, you bastard," I huff, "you alphahole, you—"
He bites down on my pussy and I cry out. He curves his thumb inside my back channel, as he brings his fingers up to pinch on my clit. The climax screams up my legs, and that’s when someone knocks on the door.
He pulls his fingers and his tongue out of me, and the orgasm recedes.
"No!" I yell.
"Is that a no, darlin’?"
"No," I growl, "you sadist, it’s not."
"Then what is it?"
"If you don’t make me come in the next five seconds—"
Someone bangs on the door, then a woman’s voice yells, "Customers need to use the restroom, can you—?"
"NO," I yell, "go away!"
"But—" the woman protests.
"I’ll be out in—" I stare at the jerkass from the corner of my eyes, "three—" He raises his eyebrows. "Five minutes."
"I’ll have to call security ma’am."
"You do what you have to do," I retort. "Just go away, now."
The steps recede, and I level my gaze on him, "If you don’t put your mouth on me—"
He shoves his tongue inside my channel, grinds his heel into my clit and the breath whooshes out of me.
"Omigod. Omigod."
He works his tongue in and out of me, then slides his fingers up to strum my pussy lips; at the same time, he slides his finger, no, two fingers, inside my backchannel and I explode. The orgasm crashes through me and I cry out. Tendrils of heat flare out from where he continues to eat me out. Continues to worry my clit, to squeeze the swollen nub, which sends another shudder racing through me. Aftershocks of pleasure-pain grip me, and I slump. He rises to his feet and catches me, turns me around, rights my clothes. He leans forward until our eyelashes tangle and I am sure that he is going to kiss me. Instead, he pats my cheek. "Next time I’ll make you come in 60 seconds."
He turns to leave and I blink.Wait, what?What was that about? He reaches the door, twists the handle to open it.
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what you heard, babe." He half turns his head to fix me with his gaze. "Assuming there’s a next time, of course."
Turning, he leaves.
