Page 43 of The Elusive Billionaire
“Right. Right foot blue.” I don’t move. I can’t. Sensations override common sense, and all I can do is hold still and accept my fate as an orgasm calls on every nerve ending I possess to wake up and get ready for detonation.
“You didn’t move.”
“I—I…”
His tongue rims my ass, and I jolt forward before pushing back against his face.
“If you come, you lose, Monroe.”
Oh shit. Shitty, shit, shit.
“And then you’re going to beg.” He says it with reverence, as though it’s a wish coming true.
“I don’t…I don’t beg.” I do, however, pant. I can barely get words out.
“You haven’t moved to your new position, and you’re about to come.”
“Does that mean if you come first, you lose?”
He grunts into my wet flesh. “I never lose.”
Game. On.
I take Grey’s cock into the back of my throat, then push a little more, forcing him past my gag reflex.
“Fuck me,” he roars.
That’s the plan, Greyson. That’s the plan.
As if he heard my unspoken thoughts, he dives in harder, more relentless than before, causing me to double down on his cock. I suck harder, move faster, greedy in my pursuit of his orgasm.
It’s a race to orgasmic bliss, and I don’t know how we’ll ever decide a winner and a loser here.
My knees fall to the floor and Grey’s grunt of approval sets off new sparks deep in my belly.
I’m not sure what happens next, but his hand is suddenly locked around my back, holding my core to his rapacious mouth. Two thick fingers plunge inside me, and I scream around his cock. He works me with fingers and lips, using my dripping wetness to his advantage.
I can’t catch my breath, and it’s like he senses it as he rams into my mouth over and over again from below.
“Come for me, Sav.”
“No.” It’s a garbled sound that’s mixed with so much saliva it comes out in a sloppy cacophony of noise.
“Fuck, you’re stubborn.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth again and keeps sucking. He doesn’t give up, and he doesn’t back down as pull after pull assaults my aching little nub.
Then his fingers, wet with my arousal, slip to my back hole, and tears form in my eyes.
I’m going to lose this battle.
But I won’t go down without a fight.
I slide down his cock until he fills my throat, then I reach around to cup his balls with one hand, while my free hand explores his body, searching for that spot I know will set him off.
“Come,” he demands.
His cock swells, and I press my finger to that sensitive spot he hates so much because it makes him lose control.
