Page 64 of The Reluctant Billionaire

He’s good enough to eat.

He pulls his water bottle away and looks down at me with interest. ‘What’s going on here?’

‘I’m showing my appreciation for how insanely sexy you look like this,’ I say. I turn my hand so my knuckles follow the damp path of his happy trail down past his waistband to graze lightly over his cock.

He inhales through his teeth. ‘I’m sweaty and disgusting,’ he says, but his eyes are already flicking to my boobs. He arches into my touch, probably unconsciously, and I stand there and palm him shamelessly, loving how he grows harder and heavier right there in my hand.

‘You’re sweaty anddelicious,’ I correct him. I stand back so I don’t take him out with a rogue elbow as I tug off my painting t-shirt and my hot-pinkBarbielogo-ed vest top. I’m in a matching pink bra today. It’s ridiculously cute and shows off a lot of nipple.

He groans out an anguishedfuck me, Lotts.

I sink to my knees in front of him.

‘You don’t have to do this, sweetheart,’ he pleads. ‘Seriously, I can wait till I’ve showered.’

‘Well that makes one of us,’ I say tartly, and I pull down his shorts. It seems he lost his briefs, too, when he changed, because his cock springs out, thick and far readier than he’s letting on.

I look up at him and flick my tongue lightly over his crown as I grip him hard, and he rewards me with a low rumble of approval. He’s damp everywhere, slick and hot beneath my fingers.

I wave my free hand at him. ‘Water.’

He hands me the metal water bottle and I take a slug. As I hoped, the water’s ice-cold. I keep it in my mouth and wrap my lips around his cock again, basking in his shocked, delighted jolt, his pained sigh, as I bathe his heat in cool liquid, my tongue moving more easily now as it sluices him down. Some drops escape my mouth, trickling over my chin and hand. I blindly stand the bottle on the floor and resume my onslaught, my free hand going to cup, to knead, his already-heavy sac.

I find my rhythm.

Pump him with my fist and mouth.

Swirl my tongue around his silky crown.

Caress his balls.

Swallow the water when it loses its coolness.

Take a swig from the bottle, rising up on my knees slightly as I drink so I can glide Aide’s tip between my lace-cupped breasts.

Repeat.

And, above all, revel in the glory that is this man coming undone around me as he shifts, and moans, and claws at my hair, my shoulders. As he begins to move his hips to meet my wet, willing mouth.

After one swallow, I look up. ‘Fuck my mouth,’ I tell him, and I swig more water. When my liquid-filled mouth takes his length in again, he takes heed. He puts one hand on my jaw, another around the back of my neck, holding me steady as he works those hips. He starts off hesitantly, picking up strength as I moan and suck harder so he’s pistoning his hips against me, forcing me to take everything.

I let my eyes flutter closed and focus on my rhythm, on giving him the maximum amount of sensation I can, and on not gagging, because this guy isbig, and he’s going for it.

‘Sofuckinggood,’ he grits out, his hands gripping my hair even more tightly.

There’s nothing like this. Nothing like being on my knees for him, worshipping his cock with my mouth while he desecrates said mouth with said cock. Nothing like feeling and hearing his entire body struggle to handle how I’m making him feel. Feeling and hearing him get closer and closer.

It’s fucking amazing.

I’m already well-versed in how well-endowed Aide is, but feeling every hot inch of him down my throat is a whole other experience. He’s overwhelming me, and I’m overwhelming him, and I let him know with my moans and my sucks how eager I am to bring this home.

‘I’m close,’ he tells me, and I nod.

‘Lotts—’ He releases my head and tries to pull out of me, but I grip him harder, the hand on his balls moving further back to hold him against me by the arse.

He’s so close. The balls I just cradled are so tight. And then he’s coming with a low roar, his head hitting the wall with a noisy thud as he jerks his orgasm into my mouth.

When his shudders have subsided, I swallow it all and suck him clean before I stand. He’s staring at me like he’s shell-shocked. Then he grabs my jaw with both hands and hauls me towards him, kissing me hungrily, his tongue rampaging through the exact space his cock just occupied. And as he slides a hand down my back, pressing me towards his sweat-slicked body, I marvel at having had the unique privilege of undoing Aidan Duffy with my mouth.

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