Page 33 of Billionaire Neighbor

“Me too,” I moan. “I’d stay every night if I could.”

Reaching down, I unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his waistband. His chest is smooth, and I run my fingers down the center of his body, past his sculpted abs to his belly button. His torso is well defined. I love how his muscles flex under my touch.

“My turn,” he says before pulling delicately pulling my shirt over my head. He runs his hands up and down my back as he kisses the exposed parts of my breasts.

Asher reaches for my bra strap and starts to unsnap it. “Let’s get rid of this,” he says.

He manages to unhook my bra with ease, the cold air makes my nipples taut instantly. The throb of Asher’s hardness pressing against me is a welcome distraction from the stinging I’m experiencing up top.

Asher moves his mouth to my breast and latches onto one nipple and then the other. I moan and cradle his head in my hands. The warmth of his mouth immediately followed by the sting of cold air sends shockwaves through my body as his tongue continues to move around my nipples in tiny wet circles.

Asher releases my breasts, wraps his arms under my ass before standing up.

“Let’s move this party to somewhere a little more comfortable,” he says.

I kiss him and run my fingers through his dark hair as he slowly carries me down the hall to his bedroom. He uses his foot to push the door open and heads for the bed in the center of the most decorated room I’ve seen in the condo. He turns to set me down first, but I have another idea in mind.

“No, Mr. Jordan, put me down and lose the jeans. Then I want you to get on the bed,” I say.

He cocks his head to the side and gently lowers me to the floor.

I like it when he follows my directions.

I reach for his jeans and unbutton them before slowly pulling down his zipper. Asher silently watches me as I help him out of his jeans.

I run my hand over the large bulge in his boxers. “Looks like I have one more present to unwrap tonight.”

Pulling down his boxers, I try to hide the shock on my face. His boxer briefs were snug against his body and somewhat compressed his already large bulge. Now, with his boxers shoved to the floor, his dick stands tall as it’s finally free from its prison.

The room is dark but there’s enough light coming in from the full moon shining through the window. I shimmy out of my own jeans and panties and drop them to the floor. Asher reaches out to touch me, but I swat his hand away.

“It’s not your turn yet, Mr. Jordan,” I whisper.

He smiles and drops his hands by his sides. I watch his dick bob up and down with anticipation, ready and waiting for my next move. I push back him back onto the bed and instantly wrap my hands around Asher’s length, giving him a firm pull. He inhales sharply and holds his breath for a moment, taking in the coolness of my hand, his cock quickly warming my palms.

I try and fail to completely wrap my hands around the throbbing girth of him. Managing as best I can, I slowly stroke him up and down, twisting my hands in opposite directions. Asher moans and writhes around on the bed. I finally bring my mouth down over the mushroom tip of his member, working my tongue in waves.

He lets out a loud hiss as I work my way down his shaft, taking most of him into my mouth. Slowly, I work my way back up and twirl my tongue around the tip again.

Asher says something under his breath, but I’m too focused on the task at hand to hear exactly what he said.

Repositioning myself, I trace the large vein on his thickness with my tongue, enjoying every gasp, murmur and moan coming from his lips. Not wanting to drag out the moment for too long, I drop my mouth back to the tip of his dick and bob up and down his shaft. I suck, slurp and stroke him until the rhythm of his breathing changes. He grabs the back of my head and helps thrust in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck!”

Asher thrusts one last time and fills my mouth with his warm sweet cum. I keep sucking, wanting every drop before swallowing. I move up to hover over him and see that he’s breathing hard, his eyes clenched shut as a look of pain coats his face.

“Are you okay?” I ask concerned. Was I too rough?

“Yes, but I think you paralyzed me,” he chuckles softly, frozen still, as I collapse on top of him laughing too.

“That was amazing,” he whispers.

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