Bared by Him (The Billionaire's Club 5)

Aching to be with him again while at the same time dreading it would be their last time, she sat up and trailed her fingers down the center of his chest. Her touch made him hiss, and she could feel the currents inside him like electricity, seeping into her.

Everything about him was so sinfully sexy, she could hardly stand looking at him without wanting to touch and lick him. She wished she didn’t have to leave. She wished she could … belong to him.

Closing her eyes as she let her feelings wash over her, she bent and sank her teeth around a small, brown male nipple, and her womb clenched at the answering growl that tore from his chest. She wanted to tell him so many things, and at the same time, she wanted to show them to him.

She suckled his nipple, and his fingers clenched around her scalp, locking her head closer to him, and that was all the encouragement she needed to lick him lower. And lower. And lower.

When she reached his cock, she heard him groan in anticipation. “Ivy…”

“Yes, Cade,” she answered, letting him know with those two words that she planned to blow him. Hard.

She seized the base and looked at him through her lashes. The look on his face made her pussy ripple in hot need. He looked … destroyed by his need. By his hunger.

Her throat closed with the force of her desire. Breathless and fevered on the inside, she licked her tongue over the bloated tip, lapping up the drops of pre-come gathered there. As the taste of him seeped into her, a merciless greed opened like a bottomless void inside of her. She wanted him so much. Too much.

She slid her hands down his hard thighs, and her vagina pulsed needfully as she moved her tongue over his enormous, thick length. Up and down, she licked him, aware of him watching her with glowing silver eyes and a tightly gritted jaw.

When she took him fully into her mouth, as much of his cock as she could fit, he hissed out a strained sound and swiveled his hips to push more of himself inside her.

She almost choked and he quickly tangled his fingers in her hair and retrieved her head back an inch. “My bad…,” he said thickly. “Easy.”

Desperate to go back in, Ivy nodded and closed her eyes shut as she licked up another pre-come drop at the tip. Salty and male and … Cade. “You taste so good … so…” Trapped by his gaze, she breathlessly stroked him with her fists as she looked into his virile face—ten times more handsome to her right now, when it was raw and primal, tensed and carved with lust. “Forbidden.”

“Jesus. Lick me up, Ivy.”

Her mouth watered, and hot little clenches gripped her pussy as she lowered her head back down. Her lips brushed across the crown, and his muscles contracted in response. She smiled up at him, and he gazed at her with a look of barely restrained control, like he was about to flip her over and screw her brains out.

“Like this?”

His nostrils flared when she licked a big circle around the folds of the crown, and he dropped his head back on the pillows, breathing fast.

“Yeah, baby.” His hands gently caressed the back of her head, almost petting her. He moved his hip again, rolling toward her mouth. A tremor racked her body and she crammed the first few inches of him into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck. Ivy.”

Growing bolder, she cupped his ball sack in her palms and started a slow rhythm, her panties soaked as he watched her.

“Do you like to swallow, baby?” His rough, textured voice magnified her need to alarming levels, and she wondered if she was in danger of climaxing just by feeling him spurt his semen inside her mouth.

“I never have before, but I really want to.” She sucked up another drop of pre-come and shuddered, drunk by his taste. Intoxicated by him. Her eyes drifted shut and suddenly she couldn’t not taste him, couldn’t hold back from bringing him to orgasm with her mouth.

As her head bobbed and her mouth moved frantically sucking his cock, he began plunging upward. “Oh baby,” he moaned, his body vibrating with tension. “Oh, God, yeah

.”

She caught the lustful look on his face and her sex throbbed in response. He watched, his pupils engulfing the silver of his irises, as he slid his body in and out of her mouth, his long, thick cock wet and rigid and marked with veins.

Ivy felt her own orgasm tease through her when he stiffened for a moment, then began spurting inside of her. She shuddered at her first taste of him, swallowing him up while trying to keep the pace she had set, her fingers joining her mouth to cover the lower part of him and caress his testicles.

His dark head thrashed to the side, cords straining in his neck as he continued coming, feeding her body, her soul, with his semen, his essence, letting her taste what one day could join with her body to create life. The thought of one day having a child with this man undid her.

When he suddenly recovered and sat up, staring at her with nearly black eyes and a predatory, panther’s gaze that promised her untold ecstasy, Ivy trembled in readiness.

With one powerful move, he seized her by the waist and rolled her over, splaying her wide open on the bed. He was her every fantasy come to life, her every desire, her every longing and yearning, he had become it. And her pussy gripped with need, jealous that her mouth had had the pleasure of being filled by his cock. Her vagina walls quivered as he surveyed her, the tight ripples in her tissue producing more heated moisture at the prospect of being fucked.

His chest gleamed with sweat, his nakedness arousing her beyond comprehension.

He reached both hands between her parted thighs and opened them wider, thighs that felt liquid and weak, and then he slid both hands up the inside of her flesh, where he inserted the index finger of each of his hands into her vagina.