Page 9 of Dr. Billionaire
“Can I… will you… touch me?”
He wanted to make her be more specific, but Jenna had clearly never had to ask for something like this before. If he had to guess, she had also never come as hard as she was about to come for him either. But that was probably just his big head talking.
Or his cock. His cock was doing a lot of the thinking for him right now.
Moving his finger back to her sensitive little nub, he began circling it with firmer pressure. Jenna’s ass clenched around the thermometer as she resumed moaning softly, rocking her hips over his lap as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
He kept the pressure and rhythm steady on her clit as he inserted two of his fingers into her pussy, and her moans rose a few decibels.
“Oh god, Mark… I’m going to…” she said in a rush, and Mark curled his two fingers upward inside of her.
“That’s a good girl. Come hard for me,” Mark said.
Suddenly she froze and clenched her thighs tight around his hand, her moan escalating into a squeal as her orgasm overtook her. Mark continued right through her climax, holding her firmly in place when she tried to squirm away.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Please,” she panted, “That felt really good. But I don’t need… I’ve never…”
“Shh,” Mark quieted her, continuing to rub her clit while pumping his fingers in and out, and eventually she stopped struggling and began rocking her hips in tandem with their movements.
“Please,” Jenna squeaked, her face betraying her near panic as she approached a second orgasm.
“Come hard for me, my little patient.” Mark commanded, and this time Jenna screamed, arching her back and moving her hands from the floor to his leg to cling on for dear life as she rode the waves of her climax.
Mark left her over his lap a little longer, rubbing her back while she came down from the clouds, her body shaking with occasional aftershocks. Then, after sliding the thermometer free, he slowly helped her to her feet, pulled her into his lap, and cuddled her close against his chest.
CHAPTER 4
“You didn’t have to drive me home. I could have Uber’d,” Jenna said, squirming slightly in the plush leather and reaching to turn off her seat warmer. She definitely didn’t need that right now.
“I know, but it’s late.”
“Ubers operate at all hours, last I checked.”
“Sassy girl,” Mark said, maneuvering his Tesla onto the interstate. “It won’t kill you to spend just a little more time with me.”
“I wanted to stay at your place longer! You’re the one who said it was time to take me home.”
“You’ve had a long night. I don’t want to overwhelm you more than I’m sure I have already,” he said with a mischievous wink.
It was a little late for that.
Jenna had definitely not expected the evening to go the way it had, but she couldn’t exactly complain. She had been served a dinner far more delicious than the ramen noodles she’d beensurviving on since losing her job, and then she had been given not only one, buttwoof the best orgasms of her life.
A lot of weird shit had happened between those two things, though…
Still, what had she really expected? He was ridiculously good looking, andreallyrich on top of that. She’d known going in that there had to besomethingweird about him. And she could take the occasional thermometer in her butt if it meant keeping a roof over her head, right?
Right. Eyes on the prize, Jenna. Or else it’s ramen for breakfast again. And you only have the shrimp flavor left. Blech.
Leaning in toward Mark, she rested her hand on the crotch of his pants. “You know, there’s still time for me to return the favor.”
Mark kept his gaze on the road but raised an eyebrow, his lips turning up into a half-smile. “Someone is still feeling naughty, I see.”
“Maybe,” Jenna fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“Well, alright then, naughty girl. I suppose I can let Elon drive for a while.” He turned on the self-driving feature before reaching to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
