Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

“We haven’t even finished breakfast,” she whispered.

“Oh, are you hungry?”

She nodded. She reached for the bottle of syrup and sank to her knees, dragging my pajama pants with her. My hard shaft sprang free. Her wide eyes looked up toward mine as she licked her lips.

She was the devil disguised as an angel. My cock bobbed and bounced as she trickled sticky syrup up and down, coating the head with swirls of sugar.

I’d never been so fucking aroused in my life. I gripped the back of her head, stared at her red lips, and slid my dick inside her mouth, trying to restrain myself from the pounding I wanted to give her. No woman could take my cock all at once. She needed to warm up.

After a few pumps I was down her throat so deep she was groaning and moaning. She squeezed my balls gently, tugging as I felt my spine clench and convulse. I thrust harder and she took everything with a welcome suck.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” I pumped into her lips.

My spine tingled and I knew I was going to come. I grabbed the back of her head, bracing her for the powerful explosion erupting from my body.

One.

Two.

Three fucks and I lost it. My seed blasted in her mouth, thundering from my cock as it oozed down her throat with power. I stood emptying myself into her while she whimpered, clinging to my thighs.

“Oh, baby.” I held my dick, sliding it from her mouth, then stumbled back to the nearest chair.

She wiped her mouth and smiled greedily.

“You are going to be the woman who kills me, aren’t you?” I could barely breathe.

She crawled toward me. Her tits grazed my inner leg before she kissed the tip of my cock and then my stomach.

“Not before I get to see you play tomorrow.” She giggled.

“Death by blow job is the way to go.” I took another inhale.

She smiled. “Hey, so what about today? Want to go with me to pick up Hunter? I have to leave in about fifteen minutes.”

I kissed her forehead. “Wish I could, but I’ve got light practice then a team meeting. Playoffs are no shit serious around here.”

“I understand.”

I stood, drawing her topless body to mine. “But tonight?”

“I don’t want to distract you if you need to study or something. Maybe after the game instead?”

I laughed. “You’re cute. You know that?”

She pinched her lips together. “Cute? Because I don’t want to be the reason you lose sleep before a huge game?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Because you think we’re going to sleep tonight. And that I give a shit about anything other than fucking your gorgeous body as many times as I can tonight.”

I loved the blush that reddened her body. “But—”

I stopped the protest with a powerful kiss. “Shut up, baby. Kiss me and I’ll see you here tonight. I’ll be back at eight. Got it?”

Her fingers pressed into the skin on the back of my neck. “Got it.”

And that was when I realized maybe there was a perfect woman for me. And maybe the flame between us was only the beginning of a raging fire.

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