Page 42 of The Elusive Billionaire
This game is lasting way longer than I’d hoped.
Left arm blue.
Left foot yellow.
Right foot yellow.
Left arm green.
Left foot red.
Right arm blue.
With each turn, more skin emerges until a thin sheen of sweat covers both of our naked bodies. Every time Grey moves his hand, he finds a way to graze my nipples, my clit, my ass.
I’m primed for whatever he’ll give me, but neither of us is willing to lose.
Left foot green has me straddling his face.
“Sixty-nine is my new favorite number.” His breath skates across my clit, and I can’t hold back a moan.
“Give up, Monroe. You know you want me to tug this needy little clit into my mouth and suck until you see stars.”
Yes. Yes, I do want that. But I’m also more stubborn than a professional athlete on a winning streak.
“Asshole.” My eyes widen when his cock bounces in front of my face. Hmm, turnabout’s fair play.
Pressing up onto my toes, I lean forward so every exhale lands on his dick.
“Careful, Monroe. You don’t want to play this game with me.” He shocks the hell out of me when his tongue darts out to taste me in one quick lick from my opening to my clit.
We both moan with an overload of sensations.
“It’s your turn to spin, Grey.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I fill it with the tip of him. His salty, earthy flavor hits my tongue, and my lips clamp shut around him.
“Fucking hell, Sav.” His words are as tortured as I feel. “This is how you want to play? We always seem to be bending the rules. That’s fine, though. I’m prepared to win.”
The sound of the spinner urges me to move faster on his cock before he’s forced to move into a new position. His groan is all the encouragement I need.
I’ve never cared for giving head before, but with Greyson, it’s different. Watching this control freak lose control is an aphrodisiac I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
“Right. Hand. Yellow,” he grunts, and then makes good on his promise.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, holding it hostage with his teeth, and I cry out. He’s relentless in his domination, and it’s only sheer will that keeps me upright.
“Spin the wheel.” His demand vibrates against my sensitive flesh. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he flicks my clit with a stiffened tongue. “Now, Sav. Spin.”
I’m losing control of myself faster than my brain can keep up. His tongue dives deep into my core, and I cry out as the first spasms of an orgasm huddle together, waiting for his next move.
“Do you give up?” He growls.
I remove his cock from my mouth just long enough to utter, “N—no.”
“Then spin the fucking wheel.”
I reach blindly with my left hand until I find the small piece of cardboard and spin it. My gaze is fuzzy and unfocused. ThenGrey curls his tongue inside me, and a full-body tremor rolls through me.
But when he licks down, down, down toward my ass, every muscle threatens to give out.
