Page 9 of My Boss is a Billionaire

“Always the gentleman?”

“First, I doubt you think of me as a gentleman. And second, you’ve had a few glasses of wine, Harper. I’m just making sure.”

“You’ve had a few too, Liam. And yes, I’m sure.”

I drop, bracing myself over her on my outstretched arms, my elbows locked, my knee pressed against her fiery center. I lean into her, and she moans. I rock my knee back and forth, applying friction to her clit.

She moans some more.

“Tell me what you want, Harper.”

She glances up at me. In the darkened room, her eyes appear black. “I want you to fuck me.”

“And what if I have plans to sample your pussy first?”

“I’m good with that, too. As long as you fuck me after.”

I scoot back, drop to my knees on the carpet, and then drag her to the edge of the bed. I hook her legs over my shoulders and drop my face to her crotch, inhaling her scent. It’s heady.

With a hand on either side of her hips, I lower my mouth and slide my tongue along her slit, scooping up her flavor. “God, you taste good.”

I nibble on her labia before zeroing in on that sensitive hidden nub. Once my lips encircle that pleasure point, I alternate between flicking it with the tip of my tongue and sucking on it gently.

It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing in my hands, her hips jerking up and down as I feast on her. She’s got her fingers curled into my hair, yanking as she tries to draw her legs up, but I’ve got them anchored next to my ears.

“I’m going to come.”

“That’s the goal, sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk.”

I chuckle and return to work, alternating between driving my tongue into her pussy, and lapping at her clit like a kitten.

Harper goes rigid and cries out as a flood of her arousal fills my mouth, delicious honey I eagerly swallow.

I bring her down slowly, and then I kiss each inner thigh before standing, pointing my cock where it wants to venture.

She opens her eyes. They’re glazed. She gives me a look of utter satisfaction. “Your turn.”

“Move further up the bed.”

She rolls over and crawls up toward the pillows, her ass cheeks two perfect globes, swaying, tempting me.

“Stop.”

She turns her head and looks over her shoulder, telling me she knows what I’m thinking. And that she’s totally on board.

If I weren’t so fucking mad with need right now, I would deny her. It was supposed to be me running this show.

I reach for the condom I dropped on the bed, rip open the packaging and cover myself.

The bed dips as my knee lands on it. And then the other. I’ve got a hand on each of her hips, my thumbs digging into those sweet cheeks. I can see that tiny rosette peeking at me—perhaps a treat for another day. Right now, I take my stiff cock in one hand and line it up with her pussy, rotating it through her wetness, nudging it inside about an inch. Then I take hold of her hip again and tilt my hips, sliding deep.

Oh fuck, she’s tight. And hot. And wet. And oh, so fucking good.

I pull out. Drive back in. Out. In. With each thrust, I pick up speed, driving into her body, my balls slapping against her vagina.

Our bodies are rocking, the headboard knocks against the wall, and Harper has the duvet scrunched in her fists as she pushes back against me, making me sink deeper.

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