Page 5 of The Damaged Billionaire

Like a reward for my greediness, his tongue swipes up my opening, his lips suctioning on my clit. He sucks with little pulses, tongue flicking and swirling, before repeating the action with another long swipe like he needs to taste more of me. He is slow one moment, taking his time, relishing me like I am the best meal he has ever had. But at the sound of my whimpers or moans, he returns my pleasure with a groan, doubling down his attention like he needs to devour me whole.

“You are so fucking delicious, so fucking wet and delicious.” His voice vibrates into me, his mouth not leaving me for a moment as he goes right back for more.

“Oh God.” I pant at his words. “Yessss, like that. Please don’t stop.” Biting my lip, my hips begin to rock against his face. My head pushes back against the wall harder, my eyes closing as I try to suck in the air I am lacking.

My hold in his hair tightens. Heat coats my skin as I start to sweat when he buries himself completely between my legs. Glancing down, I take in the fact that I’m still fully dressed besides my panties, and for some reason that makes me feel even hotter. How we couldn’t even wait to finish stripping each other before this. Watching him work me over is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s so into it, his eyes closed, nose pressed against me, jaw flexing.

I whimper, but it’s more like a sob without tears. At the sound, his eyes open and lock on mine, and when he sees the look on my face, he smiles. The only part of it I can see is the lift of his cheeks and spark in his eye, and it’s so sinful. I can’t believe I nearly went back to my room for a bath and a glass of wine instead of this.

With his eyes still on mine, his other hand glides up the inside of my thigh before I feel him insert a finger, and I almost combust on the spot.

I am moaning and panting like a porn star as he moves his finger in and out, massaging that magical little spot inside me with every pass. His mouth keeps up its unrelenting rhythm, and his grip on my ass grows almost bruising. And I can’t get enough of all of it.

“Don’t stop, don't stop, don’t stop,” I chant, feeling my muscles clench before I let go with a scream.

The orgasm that overtakes me is so intense, I clench every muscle in my body to the point of pain. He doesn’t let up as each wave of euphoria rolls through me, my limbs shaking and my breaths quick. With one last shudder, I heave like I have run a marathon, trying to get a grip back on reality. He presses one last kiss to my clit when I whimper from sensitivity, but I can’t even move or think for a beat.

“That was…” I breathe out, my eyes darting around the room, yet looking at nothing. Swallowing, I try to bring moisture to my lips and center myself again.

“Just the appetizer,” he murmurs, his lips still on me, dragging up my body as he starts to come back to eye level, bringing my dress with him. “Time to get you naked. I want to see you and your beautiful body while I feed you.” My dress slides up, popping over my breasts, and I raise my arms into the air as he scoops it off my body.

I stand there in front of this stranger, now totally naked except for my shoes. I don’t do one-night stands. In fact, this is only my second one ever. So I shouldn’t feel comfortable or safe in this situation, but I do. I also feel feminine, sexy, wanted, desired, worshipped. It has been a long time since I have felt any of those things.

“Look at you…” he says in awe, taking a small step away to look at me, but keeping hold of my hand. “You are breathtaking,” he adds in almost silent wonder as his eyes run down the length of my body and back up again.

“Let me look at you,” I say as I step toward him, full of confidence that I didn’t even know I possessed, placing my hands on his belt. He doesn’t move, and neither do his eyes that stay on me as I look back, unflinching. I open his belt buckle and button on his pants before slowly lowering his zipper. The heat in his gaze is intense, and I see him swallow roughly just before I push his pants down. My hands slide into the sides of his boxers to the top of his ass, and I slowly push them down too. They pool at his ankles before he kicks them away, and I just about lose every sense as I see him fully. I let my eyes wander, coming to the conclusion that he is, without a doubt, the sexiest man I have ever been with.

We stand in front of each other, entirely naked, not even knowing each other's name. But I feel no nerves, only excitement that I get to enjoy him.

“Are you ready for entrée? Because I’m ready to serve you,” he grits out, and my eyes flick back down to his groin to see him red and throbbing.

“It appears that you are,” I say, my mouth already watering, wondering if I can manage his size. I slowly lower to my knees in front of him, the only other movement his hand as it grips on to mine, ensuring I am steady. It’s good to know this mystery of a man is also a gentleman.

“Bon appétit.”

CHAPTER FOUR - TENNYSON

My teeth are grinding as she lowers her naked body in front of me. I wasn’t lying when I said she was breathtaking. Her voluptuous figure is fucking fantastic, with breasts and an ass that are round and full, the size you really want in your hands all the time. So much pretty flesh to grip and caress and spank. Her waist skirts in a little before flaring out again at her hips, making her the curviest hourglass I’ve ever seen. She is all woman, and I fucking love it.

“You look good down there on your knees.” The urge I have to heap praise on this woman comes through me strongly. I like sex. I like a lot of sex. And while I usually have a good time with my partners, there has never really been anyone who’s ignited this kind of visceral need within me.

“I look better on my back,” she murmurs, her sparkling eyes gazing up at me with mischief as her hands teasingly trail up my thighs to feel my abs and back down again. My insides flare as my length twitches for attention, and I need to clench my other hand to ensure I am actually living this moment. It feels too good to be real.

I already want to have her on her back, on all fours, in the shower, in the bed, fucking everywhere and in every position. I re-clench my hand in hers, because if I don’t, I think I will lose my self-control and end up taking her fully before I’m ready. I need to enjoy her in every way I can before the night is up.

“I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock.” I am hard to the point of pain, and I watch her as she looks up at me again with a coy smile, gives me a wink, and decides to use action instead of words as she leans in and trails her tongue up my length from base to tip. She moans as my precum lands on her tongue, going back again for another taste.

“Holy mother of God…” I murmur, my cock pulsing at the contact. My head falls back, and I look at the ceiling of this room and pray I don’t come too soon.

I feel her other hand slide up the back of my thigh as her lips move, taking me into her mouth just a little. She sucks my tip softly before swirling her tongue around me again. She repeats this small action, effectively teasing me. But each time, she takes me a little farther into her mouth.

“That feels fucking fantastic.” I keep my eyes on the ceiling, not wanting to look at her yet, because I am so close to coming it would be a crime. Even imagining her red lips wrapped around me is enough to drive me close to the brink.

Her free hand moves to my ass, and she grips on to me as she slowly takes me all in, right to the back of her throat, and I almost fall to the floor. My head drops forward on instinct, my chin hitting my chest as I gasp for air at the feeling. I knew when I first saw her, those lips of hers would weave magic, and I wasn’t wrong.

Looking down at her, I almost come on the spot. Her hair is dark and shiny, curling around her shoulders, playing peekaboo with her breasts as her head moves forward and back. One arm around my ass, wanting to keep us close, the other still encased in mine, our fingers woven together at my side, neither of us wanting to let go of the other. Her lips—pouty, red, and glossy—slide up and back on my cock, and I bite my own at the sight. This visual is spectacular.

“That’s it. Oh, that’s it. You are so fucking good at this, so fucking good.” I groan, long and loud, watching every movement she makes. My dick’s so hard, I feel like I am going to come for days. I have had a lot of blow jobs in my years, but I fail to recall one as good as this. I don’t even need to tell her how I like it; instinctively, she seems to know.

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