Page 30 of Billionaire's Fake Plus One

I’m just in my underwear now, and I bite my lip, wrapping my arms around my breasts. “No. Definitely don’t do that. I want to see all of you,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed. He crawls to me, places a hand flat on my racing heart, and pushes until I’m lying on my back. He crawls over me and places butterfly soft kisses on the corner of my lips, my eyebrows, and down the fluttering pulse in my neck. Then on the tops of my breasts. “You take my breath away, Willow. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

He places one hand behind my back to lift me up slightly, then uses his free hand to deftly unclip my bra. He drags the straps slowly down my arms, his golden gaze on me all the while. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, and my nipples tighten. I tremble as he traces his fingertips down my arm. He tosses the bra over his shoulder and places a soft kiss first on one breast, then the other.

He turns his head slowly, his mouth open over the peak of one nipple and licks gently. One hand sinks into his dark hair, pulling gently as he raises his head and blows a warm breath. My nipple contracts as electricity tingles all over my body.

He traces his tongue over the area, and I arch my back, offering my nipple, needing him to take it into his mouth, but he doesn’t. He turns to my other breast and continues the same ministrations. Tracing his tongue over and around it. I tighten my grip on his hair in frustration and bend his head to where I want it.

He chuckles softly. Suddenly the wet heat of his mouth is surrounding one tight bud, and he tucks it deeply. I moan his name, nearly dislodging him with how sharply my back arches. The desire he is eliciting in my body can be felt all the way down to my throbbing clit.

I lift my legs up, wrapping them around his hips as I writhe. I need pressure between my thighs and to feel him against me. His teeth clamp lightly on my nipple, and I moan throatily; this man is officially my weakness. He releases my nipple and kisses his way down my stomach, my belly button to the top of my pubic bone. His hands move to the edge of my panties, and he slowly tugs them down my legs as I lift my hips into the air in invitation. He tosses the material away, then lifts first one leg and the other over his shoulders.

My stomach quivers as he blows softly over my throbbing clit. I’m so ready for him as his fingers glide over my entrance. “So fucking wet,” he growls in approval. He leans forward to press a soft kiss on my clit. He drags the flat of his tongue over it repeatedly, coaxing pleasure through my body with its movements, so deft at stoking the fire of my desire.

Soon I’m writhing on the bed, rolling my hips against his mouth and whimpering, begging him to ease my suffering. He circles my clit with his tongue slowly, and I almost combust at the zing of pleasure rushing through my veins. “Fuck, don’t stop, Lucien.”

For the first time in my life, a man actually listens when I ask him not to stop, continuing to do exactly what is getting me so close to the edge. He strokes me right there, over and over again. Each pass of his tongue drives me closer to the precipice of pleasure. He thrusts his middle finger into me and makes a come hither gesture, and I’m done for. I moan loudly, testing out how soundproof these walls really are while clamping my legs tightly around his head as I come so hard I see stars.

Lucien brings his hands up to my thighs and forcefully spreads them as he continues assaulting me: fucking me with his finger, and flicking my clit with his tongue. Over and over. I turn to putty in his hands, melting into the bed as another orgasm rolls through me, nipping at the tail of the previous one.

“Lucien!” I scream, raising my hands to fist my hair as wave after wave of pleasure batters my body. He continues lapping at me as I come down from my high, and I whimper, pushing his head away from my now sensitive clit. He chuckles darkly, but raises his head , nonetheless. His chin, jaw, scruff, and even the top of his nose glistens with my wetness. My core clenches tightly when his tongue pokes out to lick his hips.

“Delicious.” He winks at me, and my brain fizzles out. Fuck, I didn’t think I’d be able to get aroused this quickly after coming twice in rapid succession. He wipes the back of his hand over his face and climbs over me. He’s still wearing his pants, and I eagerly push them down. He gets off the bed to quickly kick them off, along with his boxer briefs. My jaw drops as his erect cock is freed. The long, thick length curves up to his abdomen and beads of wetness drip from the tip.

He climbs up the bed, not giving me time to continue enjoying my view of his flawless body. My head sinks deeper into the bed as he takes my mouth in an uncontrolled kiss, I can taste myself on his lips, further arousing me. He breaks the kiss with a low curse. “Fuck. No condom.”

What?No.I’m so keyed up, and the thought of not having him inside me makes me want to scream. “I’m clean, and I have an implant.” I tap my upper arm where the plastic rod was inserted last year.

His eyes search mine. “I always get tested, and I’m clean too. I can show you the result on my phone.” He starts to get off the bed, and I grab his arm desperately.

“I trust you. Now fuck me, Lucien.”

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Rachel, I did something really crazy and I can’t seem to stop ??

“Are you sure? I can…” I wrap my hands around his neck and draw him down to me for a kiss. I nibble hungrily on his bottom lip, trailing my hands up and down the grooves of his back. He takes over, kissing me hungrily. He props himself on one arm while using his free hand to squeeze my right breast, stroking my nipple.

“Now, Lucien, please.” Without wasting a moment, he thrusts into me, driving his cock home. I move an inch up the bed with the force of his thrust. He’s impossibly big, and my core clamps down tightly around his length. He groans gutturally, then starts thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

I writhe beneath him, my head bumping the head board as his thrusts cause wave after wave of pleasure to wrack my body. I’ve never been fucked this good; it almost feels like he’s imprinting himself on me on the very essence of my soul.How will things ever go back to normal after this?

His hand slides down between us, and he takes my clit between his thumb and index finger. All rational thoughts fly from my brain, and I scream, my back arching off the bed as the climax hits me. He clenches his jaw and growls my name as he comes, never once taking his burning gaze from me. He collapses, pressing his face into my neck, his breath coming in uneven pants.

My chest heaves, and my heart is racing. It’s never been like this before. He shifts back a little, raising his hand to cradle my face gently. Then he kisses me lightly, brushing his lips against mine. Our lips cling softly, and my core clenches around his cock inside me. He groans, hands tightening against my cheeks, but he keeps the kiss soft. It’s too much. Sensory overload, and he’s been so gentle. I push him back gently, needing some space… needing to think. He doesn’t yield. My walls clench rhythmically around him, and he hardens again.

He starts thrusting gently, his eyes burning into mine with a tenderness that scares the shit out of me. I close my eyes tightly. “Open your eyes, Willow. Look at me,” he commands, and I’m unable to resist.

His gaze holds me captive as he continues to thrust – gently and slowly. When my fourth orgasm hits, it’s languid but no less intense. “Luciennnnnn,” I moan, throwing my head back. He picks up the pace, chasing after his own climax, and when it comes, his face contorts as he growls my name a final time.

He places a soft kiss on my forehead, slowly raises from the bed, and walks to the bathroom. He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth that he uses to gently clean the mess between my thighs. Oh, God, I’m well and fucked.

We spend the rest of the day holed up in the bedroom, only taking breaks to eat and shower. The next day is the same thing. We blow off the rehearsal dinner, fucking like rabbits all over the suite. In the shower. The closet. The library. The rug in the living room. I can't seem to get enough of him, and he’s just as greedy for me. We’re insatiable.

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We finally tearourselves away from each other on Saturday morning, the day of Zane and Brittany’s wedding.

“You’re so stunning,” Lucien murmurs, pressing his head into my neck from behind. I melt into him with a soft sigh.

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