Page 78 of The Bossy Billionaire's Fake Date

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“It’s my birthday,” I said, my hands dipping down lower and lower until they reached the bulge in his pants. “But I feel like I want to give you a present.”

He laughed, and then his eyes darkened. I got on my knees in front of him and began undoing his pants.

“Babe,” he said, never taking his eyes off me as I carefully took out his erection of out his pants. “You look so beautiful with my dick in your hands.”

“Do I?” I smirked. “I know something that will make me look even better.”

I took his entire length in my throat, bobbing my head up and down. I wanted to make him cum quickly and I knew that taking him deep in my mouth was the fastest way to do that.

His moans got louder and louder as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. He got impatient and began to guide my mouth down his length himself. I knew that this was one of his favorite things.

“Yeah baby,” he let out a string of expletives. “Your mouth feels amazing. Keep going.”

It wasn’t long before he was exploding inside of it.

Wiping my mouth, I slowly got up from my knees. I felt proud I could make him satiated.

Thatwas called talent.

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“You’re kidding me!” I gasped, as I stepped out of the plane.

“Nope,” he grinned.

We had landed on a private island. The luscious green trees along the beautiful white sandy beach stretched out as far as our eyes could see. I couldn’t believe it. He booked an entire island for just the two of us to celebrate my birthday.

“You really know how to spoil me,” I said, still in disbelief. He had really gone above and beyond.

“This is just your first surprise,” he said with a coy expression.

“There’s more?” I could not hide my excitement.

He rubbed both of his hands together deviously and gave me a grin.

“I’m just getting started,” he said.

We were staying in a luxury villa in the middle of the island. As soon I walked in, the entire hallway was full of racks of beautiful dresses and designer shoes.

“Wow,” I said, admiring the selection. “Are these for me?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “I didn’t know which one to pick for you, so I got them all. Tonight, I want you to dress up for your birthday dinner.”

He kissed me on top of my head and then left me alone to pick out my dress. I felt like I was in a candy store. I had a huge selection of dresses, bags, and shoes in front of me. After going over several, I finally decided to settle on a cream-colored silk dress.

Holding it up against me in the mirror, I saw that it complimented my skin tone perfectly. The length hit right above my knees, so it was the perfect mix of classy and sexy.

Dylan had arranged a perfect romantic dinner under the stars for me. I walked out wearing the dress I had picked out feeling a little shy.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, taking my hand.

“Thanks for preparing all this,” I said, taking a seat at the table.

“Don’t mention it,” he waved his hand dismissively in the air. “You deserve more. By the way, my parents called earlier. They wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”

I smiled at that. Over the year, I had gotten closer to his parents. Dylan and his dad had repaired their relationship after his dad actively started treatment and therapy for his alcohol use disorder and were now closer than ever.

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