Page 25 of Faking it with the Billionaire
I’m not fingering or fucking her yet.
“You’re going to beg for my cock,” I say.
Her hips gyrate against my palm when I don’t use my fingers to tease her. I want to. I want to plunge my digits into her warmth and make her scream my name.
My name.
Not my dumbass brother’s.
“I swear if you say Jasper’s name, I will rail the fuck out of your tight little ass.”
“Jealous?” She’s thrusting against my palm, trying to get off, and I smack her pussy.
She gasps, and I’m pretty sure that’s a chorus of pure pleasure as she rocks against my hand. “Do that again,” she whispers.
“Do what?” I ask, my lips against her ear as I smack her pussy and grab my shaft, dragging it over her bottom.
“Oh.” She shudders, and I haven’t even fucked her.
“Do you like ass play?” I ask, nipping her neck and her shoulder.
“I don’t—I don’t know,” she stammers. “I’ve never…” her voice trails off when I remove my hand from her pussy and slide her bottom cheeks apart.
“Say my brother’s name again, and I’ll fuck you hard in your tight little ass,” I warn her.
Her breath catches in her throat.
“Unless you like it dirty,” I whisper. She tilts her head back to the side, and I bite her lips.
“Fuck me,” Emerson says, and I want to, more than anything.
“No, not until you beg for it,” I command. I glide two fingers into her pussy, and my thumb grazes her little pink pucker.
Her hips shift, and she grips the counter, leaning forward.
“Fuck,” she gasps, and she’s not the least bit quiet.
I have half a mind to silence her, but I want the guys to hear her screaming my name. Let them know I’m fucking her. Have them come and watch if they want.
I drive two, then three fingers into her tight pussy, and my thumb circles her pink pucker. She tightens her insides, clenching down as she thrusts against my hand.
“I’ll fuck you, princess, but you have to beg for my cock.”
“Oh god!” she screams and wiggles her hips and gyrates as she leans farther back, half bent toward the counter, giving me the perfect view of her ass and her pussy lips from behind.
I stroke my cock; the condom’s upstairs and out of reach. I won’t chance getting her pregnant, fucking her bare won’t do either of us any good if she gets knocked up.
“Fuck me.” She’s clenching down, her insides quivering as the first wave begins to ripple through her.
“Not until you beg for me,” I say.
I guide my cock against her pussy lips, teasing her with my head. “Tell me you want my cock in your ass.”
She gasps and trembles, her pussy walls clenching onto my fingers as her full orgasm rips through her. She tightens, dripping wet and gasping for breath. Her come is all over me, and I withdraw my fingers, wishing it were my cock. Spinning her around, bringing them to her lips. “Suck,” I say, putting my fingers to her mouth.
Emerson opens her mouth, and I guide my two fingers coated in her pussy juices past her lips. She obeys, sucking them clean.
I might actually explode.
