Page 120 of The Sexy Billionaire

The next thing I know, he is on his knees and pulling my leg over his shoulder. His nose runs up my inner thigh, and an animalistic growl vibrates between my thighs when he discovers I’m certainly not wearing any underwear. He licks from the front to the back in one long, hard lick, groaning against my skin. His words are muffled, but I can imagine it’s a slew of cursing. He pulls me harder against his face as he starts to devour me in a needy frenzy as if the last couple of hours since he was last inside me was too long.

I’m unable to hold off the orgasm that comes hurtling to the surface, surprising me as I stifle my screams, not wanting to alert anyone within hearing distance to what we are up to. Gio triumphantly removes himself from beneath my evening dress, looks up, and smiles.

“I’m addicted to you,” he declares.

I can see myself glistening on his lips as the streetlight catches it. I’m addicted to the way he looks at me after I’ve come as if he’s making sure I’ve found my satisfaction before he can move on to his.

“I’m addicted to you, too.” I grin.

“Good, because we have to be quick. People will be looking for me and I can’t go out there and plaster on a smile when my dick wants to be inside you,” he says, still on his knees. “I needyou to put your hands on that sofa, and I want your ass out, legs spread for me.”

Yes, please,I think, and do as I am told. I place my hands on the sofa, arch my back, and spread my legs. I look over my shoulder and see him stand up, using a handkerchief to wipe his face before stalking over toward me. A shiver slides down my body as anticipation rushes through my veins. His hand grips my hip as he pulls up the hem of my evening dress over my hips, exposing my bare ass to him.

“Fucking perfect,” he mumbles as his hand grips and pinches my ass.

I bite my bottom lip as I hear his zipper slide open, my skin prickles, my pussy aches as a throb begins between my thighs, and wetness starts to pool with each agonizing moment I wait for him to fill me. “You ready, babe?”

“Yes,” I moan, feeling him tap my ass with his dick.

“Good, now be a good girl and guide me into you,” he asks.

I reach around and grab his cock and rub the tip of it through my wetness, coating him and teasing the tip before pushing it and out of me. Gio’s hands grip my hips as I slowly torture him until he has enough and takes over, pushing all the way in. We both moan at the connection as he fills me.

“This has to be quick, but I needed you to know that you’re mine tonight even though I can’t show it … yet.”

I understand. Seeing him arrive and the frenzy it created,I get it.

He starts to furiously slide into me, his fingers digging into my skin as if he’s trying to burn his fingerprints on my skin, marking me.

“That’s it, babe, fuck,” he growls as I try to squeeze him while hanging on for dear life. My fingers dig into the velvet sofa as I meet him thrust for thrust. “I’m not going to last. I’m close, babe, so close.” So I squeeze him tighter, loving how my tightnessdrives him wild. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, and I feel him pump into me, filling me.

Oh shit, that’s the first time he’s come inside me.

A hand lands on my ass, which makes me jump, and he groans. “Fucking perfect, babe.”

“Shit.” He stills, realizing what we’ve just done. “I … shit … we haven’t talked about this.” He usually comes all over me, marking me, but he couldn’t do that tonight with this evening dress.

“I have an IUD,” I awkwardly explain.

“Here,” he says, handing me his handkerchief. “When I pull out, you should be able to clean up my mess.”

Taking the handkerchief, I slide it between us, then he pulls out, and I plug myself with the material. Turning around awkwardly with my hand between my legs, I look up at him and he smiles down at me.

“Probably not the right time to say this, but it’s hot knowing that while you’re walking around this event, I’ll still be inside you,” he says, licking his lips.

He makes me laugh at his dirty thoughts. “You really have a kink about marking me with you.”

I pull the material from between my legs, it’s still very wet between them. It’s going to be uncomfortable all night, I hope I don’t stain my dress.

“Here,” he says, grabbing the handkerchief from me, rolling it up, and placing it in his pants pocket. “You going to be, okay?” he asks, noticing me moving uncomfortably.

“It feels like you’re dripping down my leg,” I tell him.

“Show me.”

Pulling the split to my dress open, I show him the mess he’s made.

“My dick is getting hard watching me leak out of you, Paige. I’m sorry if that’s gross, but fuck it’s hot,” he says, adjusting himself.

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