Page 9 of British Billionaire
I pull my finger out of my pussy and lick my juices off my skin. He loves that.
“I want you to fuck me, Jacob.”
“Where?” he growls.
“Right here.”
I pull up my skirt and expose my nakedness. His eyes open wide. Locking in on my cunt like two big green missiles.
I slide my fingers inside my cunt and then run them along my entrance.
I’m so wet I could bottle it and sell it and I’d call my company Vagina Spring Water. The gift that keeps on giving.
As long as I’m with Jacob - as long as his cock’s hard and near me and begging to stretch my tight, inexperienced walls - nothing bad can ever happen.
Normally, I’m the kind of girl who prefers to make love in the dark. I’m insecure about my body.
But not with Jacob. He makes me feel good about my weight.
“Yes.” He kneels down in front of me and kisses my pussy. I arch my back and moan loudly as his tongue slowly massages my clit. “So pretty,” he growls. “So wet. And all mine.”
“Yes, big boy.” All I want is for him to bury his big fat cock inside my cunt. Why is he making me wait? Why is he teasing me like this? Doesn’t he know the torture he is putting me through? “I’m yours,” I tell him. “All yours. To do with as you please.”
Suddenly, he grabs my ankles and lifts my legs in the air. He’s throwing me about like a beach ball… and I love it.
"All mine," he repeats.
My fingers grip tight onto the rug. He caresses my entrance. The tip of his cock presses against my skin and drives me wild.
I reach up and pull his head down. Our lips squeeze tight against each other.
I want to kiss him as he enters me. I want his body pinning me hard against the ground as he plows deep inside my cunt and fills me with his precious, hot come.
“Now,” I beg him. “Fuck me. Now.”
Jacob smiles. His teeth are so white and straight. It’s another thing I love about him. I bet he could rip meat straight off the bone. Like a caveman.
When the first inch of his thick, throbbing manhood squeezes between my lips I close my eyes and scream into the night. My tummy trembles and shivers.
It feels so good I could die.
I’ve never had a man of his size before. It takes a moment to get used to.
But Jacob is patient. He eases himself in slowly. Holding my face in his massive hands and peppering my lips with delicate kisses.
“I love you,” he whispers.
His words drive me wild. I roll him over. Straddling him. My breasts in his face. He squeezes my ass in his strong grip as I begin to ride him.
Just like the horse he picked me up on earlier. But better. Much better.
“Oh, fuck!”
I scream the words over and over again. Like a mantra.
Maybe this is the only way I’ll ever find inner peace?
Trough Jacob, and the interconnectivity of our bodies during sex.
