Page 93 of The Sexy Billionaire

This is the new you, Paige—bold, empowered, sexy.Yes!

With that new mindset, I set about having the best fun I can have as my hand slides down his underwear and pulls him out.

Oh.

Hello there, big boy.

“Paige, eyes on me,” Gio commands, and honestly, the wordsyes, Daddyare on the tip of my tongue. Who the hell am I? “I want to see your eyes widen as I slide my cock all the way to the back of your throat, ready?”

Am I?Yes!

“Wait,” I say, which makes him still. I don’t want to ruin this moment, but I think we need to set some boundaries first. “We need rules.”

“Rules?” he repeats, arching his brow at me.

“This,” I say, waving my hand between us, which is a little hard on my knees, but he should get the point. “I can only offer you my body, nothing more.”

His body tenses at my request. “Why?”

“Honestly? Because you terrify me.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says, reassuring me.

“Oh no, I want to, it’s just … my heart can’t take anymore. She’s locked up safe until she’s ready. I’m not ready,” I tell him honestly.

“I get it. I just want to make you feel good, Paige.”

I can do that.

I want to do that.

Okay, let’s do that.

Opening my mouth wide to let him know I’ve made my choice, he gives me the barest of nods as I stare up into thosedark pools of cocoa. His cock slides between my lips and all the way to the back of my throat. I’ve always been good at taking dick—next to no gag reflexes.Yay, go me!Haven’t had a chance to use it in a long time though. My hands rest on his hard thighs for stability. I love the way his brow pulls together the further he pushes down my throat, the way they then arch up in surprise at me being a good girl and taking all of him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls as my mouth wraps around him. I adjust a little before tightening everything around him. “Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back, then ever so slowly, slides his dick out of my mouth until the tip is on my tongue. I reach out, wrap my hand around his shaft, and start to move it up and down. “Yes,” he croons as the tip slides in and out of my mouth while I push back the skin and suck on his sensitive tip. “Fuck, Paige. Do you have any idea how I’ve dreamed about this?” he confesses.

Nope, had no clue until right now.

“Every fucking night I’ve dreamed it was your mouth sliding along my cock instead of my hand. Taking me all the way down just like this.” His hand cups my face as I continue to work him over. “It’s even more perfect than I could ever have imagined.”

Tingles hit the spot right between my thighs, and I almost buckle, but I don’t because I want to do a good job. I want to show him how good I can be, but I’m also hot as hell kneeling here, and with every groan, moan, and grunt that falls from his lips, the hotter I get. Thank goodness I’m wearing a dress as one of my hands slides up and under my hem and I find my underwear soaked. Pushing the material to the side, I slide my fingers into myself and moan against his dick.

“Paige, are you touching yourself?”

I nod, as I can’t quite answer that question verbally.

“Does sucking my cock make you so wet that you have to touch yourself?”

Again, I nod around his cock.

“Fuck,” he curses, his dark eyes shimmering with heat. “Take off your dress,” he commands.

His cock falls from my mouth, but I’m not sure about that. I don’t feel my best. This man sleeps with supermodels; he’s used to seeing naked perfection right in front of him. Last time he saw me naked, I was young, and time hadn’t ravaged my body or the copious amounts of coffee, champagne, and croissants I’ve eaten over the years.

“Paige,” he says softly, cupping my face. “I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

In the world? Oh, come on, maybe this room, as it’s only me.

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