Page 127 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
Except I’m not moving anywhere. He’s got me in a secure hold and his mouth is on me. Latched on, sucking and licking my clit as if I’m his first meal after he’s been rescued from a deserted island.
“Miles!” I cry out.
“That’s it. Ride my face.”
I’m shameless. Wanton. Completely uninhibited as he brings me to the brink of orgasm, and then over.
I come on a moan.
He turns me easily since I’m replete and wobbly-legged. His mouth glistens and he uses the back of his hand to wipe it. It’s so hot, my pussy clenches even though I just came.
He reaches for his wallet, pulls out a condom and rolls it on with deft fingers. An easy tug and I drop onto the couch with him, straddling his waist.
A big hand cups the back of my neck as he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and I love it. I’ve had lovers before, but it wasn’t like this. So carnal. So…raw.
I want more ,and by the way his jaw is tight, his muscles tense, and his dick even thicker and longer than before, I can tell he’s holding himself back.
I don’t want that. I want all of Miles. His wildness. His intensity.
Lifting up on my knees, I hover over him. He shifts, pushing his jeans down and out of the way. I close my eyes and lower myself.
“Don’t close them,” he says.
I open my eyes and gaze at him as I take him into my body, one delicious, thick inch at a time.
“Fuck,” he growls, gripping me my hips.
He’s big, and a tight fit. I’m so wet though that he slips in easily, filling me.
When I’m sitting on his thighs, taking all of him, his head falls back against the couch.
“Fuck.”
I start to move and he shakes his head. Reaching up, he lifts my shirt and rids me of it with one yank. My bra falls away with expert precision. Only my skirt remains, bunched about my waist.
“Better. Now ride me, sweetheart.”
I do. We get lost in each other, my orgasm building ridiculously fast since I already came once.
“Shit, I’m going to come. Too fast,” he admits. “You’re too perfect.”
He licks his thumb and reaches between us, working my clit in small circles. It doesn’t take long, and I come around him, my inner muscles clenching hard, which sets him off too.
The tight clutch of his fingers on my hips keeps me in place as he buries himself deep and lets go.
We’re sweaty and satisfied. Breathless and boneless.
He kisses my temple. “I’m not done with you.”
I gasp when he stands, keeping me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist to cling to him.
“That’s round one.” He carries me down the hall to my bed. “It’s going to be a long night.”
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MILES
I wake to the sun streaming through the window, and—
