Page 38 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

He chuckles and begins to drink me like he's dying of thirst, his tongue lapping against my clit, and when he adds a finger, fucking me, it's so much that I almost fly apart. I come, my hips bucking against his face as he spreads my wetness over my clit, swirling his tongue around it.

"So good," he whispers against me, locking eyes with me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

He pulls it off slowly, allowing me to watch as his muscles ripple and shift. It's mesmerizing; it's like I can't look away. And I don't want to.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispers.

"How long?" I ask, wanting to know, needing to know. I wonder if it's as long as I've wanted him—if he thought about splaying me out by the lake at my dad's wedding, fucking me senseless like I felt about him.

Because if I'm being honest with myself, I've been imagining this for a long, long time.

Since that night.

Since I texted him the first time after the wedding.

"Months, Madison," he confirms. "I've wanted to do this for months, and I thought I couldn't touch you, and now you're here."

He licks me again like he can't get enough of me, and I whimper some more, my thighs clenching around his head as he lays into me once again, dragging an orgasm out of me. I'm being so loud that I'm sure everyone else in the building can hear me, but neither of us seems to give a damn.

I tilt my head back, panting as he groans against my pussy.

"I'm going to make you come again, Madison," he growls. "I'm going to make you come and come until you can hardly move. And when you can't take it anymore, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be thinking about my cock for days."

I bite my lip, my hips rocking against his mouth, and I start to come for the second time. He sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue around it, and his touch makes me gasp.

"One more, baby," he says, never relenting. "I want you to come for me one more time before I fuck you."

"I can't," I practically sob. "I can't..."

"I think you can." His fingers find my entrance and press inside. I clench around him, wishing it was his cock. "Be a good girl for me, and come one more time."

"Quinn, please," I rasp.

He pulls me closer to him, his tongue still swirling around my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me. I'm so close to the edge, but I don't know if I can come again.

"That's a good girl," he groans, his voice deep and rumbling. "Come for me, Madison."

His tongue circles my clit, and two fingers push up inside my pussy.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper, and my legs tremble, and I let out a breathless scream as I come for the third time.

His beard is rough against my inner thighs, his lips are soft against my clit, and his fingers are probing my entrance, stretching me. When my orgasm ends, I collapse back against the desk, panting.

But he made me a promise—and he's not done with me. He stands upright, and I get a good look at his gorgeous body and tan skin as he reaches for his pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling his boxer briefs down with them. His cock springs free as he steps forward, then he reaches for my dress.

"If we're only doing this once, I want you naked on my desk," he says. "Can I take this off?"

I almost laugh; it feels like a joke that we would only do this once. I'm having the best sex of my life, and there's no way I'm not coming back for more. But I nod, and he takes my dress off over my head, revealing the black pushup bra I wore just for the occasion.

He takes in the sight of me, blushing and splayed out on his desk in nothing but lingerie, and he bites his lip as he leans closer.

"Did you come here planning to seduce me, Madison?" he asks, and the authority in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Yes," I breathe.

He pulls my hips closer to the edge of the desk, and then he takes his cock in hand and lines it up with my center.

"Are you on the pill?" he asks.

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