Page 65 of Billionaire's Promise
I pull out, then slide inside her, slowly, slowly, every millimeter of my shaft dragging against her channel. Her body trembles. Her hips twitch. I retreat, until I am poised at the edge of her opening, then thrust forward. Her body bucks. The bed creaks. I impale her, bury myself in her tightness and she cries out. Heat flushes my skin, tendrils of sensations pour out from where we are joined. "Fuck, Eve, F-u-c-k." I begin to move in earnest.
She throws her head back, pushes back, meets my every thrust. "Omigod, Baron, I’m coming, I’m going to—"
"Come with me, Eve," I growl. "Come right now."
She cries out again and her body shudders. Her shoulders snap back before she curves her body, screaming as she collapses.
I wrap one arm about her waist, holding her up as I pump into her, again and again. The tension at the base of my spine coils tightly, twists in on itself as I cram myself inside her one last time. My balls draw up, the vibrations flare out from my groin, up my back, to my extremities, and I empty myself inside of her.
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Ava
I come awake to the sensation of something hot and wet lapping at my cunt. I part my legs, tilt my hips to allow better access. He eases his tongue inside my aching pussy, saws it in and out of me. A warmth trembles out from the point of contact. Heat suffuses my skin. I moan and arch my back, pushing out my breasts. My nipples pebble, becoming throbbing points of pain. I bring my hands up and squeeze them. A shudder runs down my spine. My belly flutters as he increases the pace of his ministrations. He drags his hands up my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs wider, then uses his fingers to pull my pussy lips apart as he swipes his tongue around my swollen clit. A groan bleeds from my lips. My toes curl. He continues to swirl his tongue across my melting core, then thrusts it back inside my channel. He plunges that sinful tongue in and out of me, in and out, until shudders grip me. He releases my pussy lips, only to grind the heel of his hand into my clit, even as he slides a hand around and eases a finger inside my back hole. I moan again, release my breasts and bury my fingers in his thick hair. I tug on the strands and a growl rumbles up his massive chest. The vibrations shudder across my core, and that only turns me on even more. The climax ripples up from my toes, up my thighs, eddies in my core, before it slides up my spine. I arch my back, throw my head back and moan as the orgasm grips me. My core clenches and moisture slides down from between my legs. He continues to eat me out, slurping at me like I am the most delicious fruit ever. He licks me clean, then moves up to fit his lips to mine. He kisses me and I taste myself and him—that edgy danger that is so very Baron. He moves onto his back, pulls me onto him, then kisses the top of my head. "Sleep, little Eve."
His voice soothes me and I burrow into him, and let the darkness overwhelm me.
When I wake next, I am tucked into his side.
He’s sprawled out, taking up most of the bed, his arm flung out, with my head pillowed on it. I rake my gaze across his chest, down to where the sheets are pooled around his waist…and tented…at his crotch. Oh! O-k-a-y, doesn’t this guy ever sleep? Is it morning wood? Must be, right? I glance up and my gaze clashes with his brilliant blue eyes. I swallow, watch him watch me. His hair is ruffled, thanks to how I’d pulled on it, no doubt. His jaw is shadowed and he looks rumpled, more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him, and yet, also alert. He’s always alert, my Baron.
What? Why did I call himmyBaron? He’s not my…anything. My lover? Maybe… Nothing else. Except... Shit. I’d almost blurted out that I love him, then tried to cover it by saying I think I’m falling for him. How lame is that? And he…hadn’t responded in kind. Of course, not. Why would he? I am simply a job for him… Albeit, one from whom he can also draw out orgasms… Not that I am complaining about that… But why the hell did I have to fall for him? More to the point, why tell him? Clearly, the sex is addling my brain. That’s the only reason I hadn’t been able to shut up. And he… Well?
Clearly, he has no such issues. He looks w-a-y too awake, like he had a good sleep and is ready to face the world. Like a night of mind-blowing sex is normal for him. Like he hadn’t just brought me to orgasm so many times that I could still feel the imprint of his dick and his tongue in between my legs. Hmm. Wonder if I can’t return the favor? I mean, fair’s fair. Right? Without taking my gaze off of him, I slide my hand under the sheet. When I close my fingers about his already erect cock, his nostrils flare.
Oh, good. He’s not as impervious as he’d like me to think. I grip his shaft, and my fingers barely meet around the circumference. Shit, is this guy huge or what? I massage him from base to crown and I swear his cock swells further. His gaze narrows. His shoulders tense. He doesn’t move though. Simply holds my gaze with those intense blue eyes of his as I squeeze his shaft and knead his length over and over again. His jaw hardens. A pulse leaps to life at his temple. And a shiver runs down my spine. I slide down until I’m settled between his legs, still under the cover. I lower my head toward his cock and his chest planes flex. I bring my fingers to his base, hold him upright, then tip my chin down and run my tongue across the head. A growl rumbles up his chest, and my core clenches at his response. With this man…
Everything he says and does seems to be calculated to arouse me, and damn him, he’s not even trying. He just has to be in the same space for his pheromones to saturate the air, and I’d be turned on. Moisture pools between my legs as I dip my head and close my mouth around the swollen crown. His eyelids flutter down. He glares at me from under those thick eyelashes…which only emphasize how masculine the rest of him is. I swirl my tongue around the circumference of the head and his belly muscles jump. I bring my other hand down, cup his balls and squeeze, and a groan rips from him. His biceps tense, his shoulders stiffen. His features grow harder, and damn, if this isn’t the most erotic sight I have ever seen. I may be sucking his dick, but I have him by his balls. Adrenaline laces my blood. A feeling of power grips me. I massage his balls, tilt my head and take him down my throat.
Instantly, my gag reflex kicks in. I cough. Tears well up, spit drools from my mouth and I pull back, only he clamps his hand on the back of my head and holds me in place.
"You’d better finish what you started, Eve."
Oh. His hard voice chafes across my skin. My nerve endings pop. Every part of me seems to flare to life. To challenge him. To please him. I stare at him, forcing my neck muscles to relax, to breathe through my nose, as I stay poised with his dick on the edge of my mouth. I lick him again, drag my tongue across the sensitive skin of the crown and his lips twist.
"That the best you can do?" he rumbles, and my belly flip-flops.I’ll show you what I can do, you jerk.I dip my chin, and slide him inside my mouth. I close my lips around him, drag my teeth across the silky skin and his smirk vanishes. I breathe through my nose as I take him down my throat, and a growl rips from him. His fingers dig into my hair and he tugs. Goosebumps flare across my skin. I begin to suck him in earnest, pull back, then slide him inside my mouth...and again. I swallow and his chest rises and falls. "Fuck, Eve. Fuck." He tugs on my hair, so I pull back, then pushes me down. His gaze transfixed on my lips.
"The sight of my dick disappearing in your mouth, woman," he growls, "I’ll never forget it as long as I live."
He begins to fuck my mouth in earnest, maneuvering me into just the right position that gives him the most satisfaction. Throughout, I continue to massage his balls, squeezing, tugging, watching as his body responds. As his thigh muscles clench, as his belly tightens, as color smears his cheeks.
His shaft thickens, broadens, fills my mouth, stretches my jaws. Pain slides down my neck; tears flow from my eyes. Still, I don’t protest. Still, his gaze holds mine. The skin around his eyes stretches. He increases the pace, pulls me back, then forward, until all I can see is him, taste the salty-dark essence of him, smell his edgy, masculine, mountain breeze scent, now tinged with something more lush… Tinged with me. His balls draw up and my core clenches; my toes curl. Spit drips from my mouth and he shudders. "Fuck, I’m coming, Eve. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’d better swallow every last drop, you feel me?"
His hips jerk and he flings out his other arm, grabs the sheet, as his hold on my hair tightens. He growls as he shoots his cum down my throat. The hot liquid fills my mouth, spills over, and he reaches down and scoops up the overflow. He pulls out of me, uses his dick to smear his cum across my lips, then yanks me up and fixes his mouth to mine.
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Baron
The taste of me on her lips… It’s potent and erotic and so bloody right. I turn until she’s once more on her back, under me, where she belongs.My woman. Mine.I soften the kiss, lick her lips, swipe my tongue across the seam of her mouth. She moans at the back of her throat, and the sound goes straight to my head. My heart stutters and something hot fills my chest. I tear my mouth from hers, peer into her face. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" I mutter.
"The same thing you’re doing to me." Her features are serious, her gaze slightly clouded. Her pupils still dilated from the blow job she gave me.
I cup her cheek, drag my thumb across her lips. "That…" I swallow, "that was incredible."
Her mouth curves, her eyes sparkle up at me, and something shifts again in my chest.Shit, this isn’t good.This can’t happen. I can’t let myself get close—okay, closer—to her. Considering I already have feelings for her.
I pull back, then swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. "Don’t you have a class to teach?"
