Page 58 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Has anyone ever told you you're gorgeous?" she asks.

I kiss her hard, taking her shirt off now, leaving it crumpled in the hallway. My glasses are crooked, making it hard to see her. "Just you."

"Well, you're gorgeous."

"Thanks," I chuckle. "You're not so bad yourself."

I take her in my embrace again and finish the journey to the bedroom, laying her down on the blankets just long enough for me to hurriedly step out of my pants. She's getting undressed, too, her jeans sliding down her thighs, and she bites her lip as she watches me come closer. She's wearing nothing but a plain black bra now, her legs spread, her eyes trained on me and dark with lust.

I kneel between her legs and take her ankle in my hands, pressing a kiss to her calf and leaving a trail of kisses up her inner thigh. She throws her head back and makes the most incredible sounds, her hips rolling up to meet me as I drag my tongue up her slit.

I'm so hard it almost hurts.

But I want to make her come before I get off, and I don't know how long I'll last with her begging for it like this.

"God, Quinn," Madison groans. "Please."

I grin at how easily I can make her beg. I love that I can make her feel like I do—wild, weightless, and like she's about to fly apart.

I wrap my lips around her clit and give it a hard suck, and Madison's nails dig into my skin. She opens her eyes and looks right at me, her brow furrowed, her mouth open.

"Yes...like that," she pleads.

"You want me inside you?" I ask, my voice lower than I imagined, on the verge of animalistic.

"Please."

I slide two fingers into her as I lick her clit, and she cries out, her hips rolling up. I smile up at her, giving her clit a soft kiss, loving how her body is trembling.

I slip a third finger inside her, teasing her, and she clenches down around me.

"Please, Quinn, I want you now," she begs.

I grin at her, licking her a few more times for good measure, and I slide my fingers out of her before I crawl over her and kiss her neck, showing her how much I care.

She reaches down and grabs my wrist before I can box her in, though, and I frown.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I want..." she trails off.

"Tell me," I murmur. "I'll give you anything."

She swallows hard. "Don't judge me...but I want you to fuck me like it's dirty. Like it's wrong. Don't fuck me like you love me."

"Madison," I start, but then she grips my cock, stroking between us.

"Please, Quinn," she says. "Please...just...fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Use me."

Fuck—I can't resist when she asks like that...or if she asks at all. I don't know if I'll ever say no to her again.

I drop my voice a register and take her chin in my hand, staring into her eyes. "You want to be used, Madison?"

She nods. "Please," she whispers.

"Good girl," I growl.

She lets out a rushed sigh as I grab her by the hips and roll her over, my fingertips bruising as I position her on all fours in front of me. I hold her shoulder with my left hand as I drag my fingers through her arousal with my right, and she starts panting, pressing her face to the blankets.

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