Her Dirty Billionaires

“I can walk you through it, if that’s what you want,” he said.

“I do,” I said.

“Okay, let me lay down then.”

I slid from his lap and watched as his rock hard body laid down on the bed. His cock stood tall and proud, the head of it angry with denial. It was already dripping for me, leaking a clear fluid I wanted to taste. I sank myself between his legs like he did mine and darted my tongue out, capturing the drop within my mouth as he groaned.

I shot my eyes up just in time to watch his eyes roll back.

“I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” I asked.

“No, no. Not at all,” he said. “Not at all.”

“Okay,” I said. “How should I start?”

“You’re not going to tell me how it taste?” he asked.

I watched him pick his head up as another flush tainted my cheeks.

“It was… different. Salty, but not terrible?”

The grin on his face made me shiver as his hand reached down to cup my cheek.

“Wrap your hand around the bottom of my cock,” he said.

I propped myself up as I did what he asked.

“I know I need to use my mouth, but beyond that I’m not sure. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me, okay? And if you want something different, just tell me. I know how this should work, but I’ve also read that everyone’s different.”

“You’ve read?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yep. Books are all I’ve had to educate me, so I’ve tried to read on lots of topics.”

I dipped my lips down to the tip of his cock and slowly wrapped them around him. His hand tightened around my cheek, causing me to stop. Then his hand drifted to the tendrils of my hair and tangled up within them. There was something primal that cascaded through my system. Something that sent electricity shooting through my gut again. I sucked on his tip and ran my tongue around it as his legs tightened, a small groan falling from his lips.

“Take in more,” he said.

I slipped more of his cock into my mouth, adjusting to the taste. I sucked and licked, hollowing out my cheeks and trying a few things I’d read. I traced my tongue around the edge of the head and felt his leg jolt. He groaned again, his hand tightening in my hair as I smirked.

I did it again and his hand came down onto the top of my head, pushing me further down his cock.

“More. More. Take more,” he said.

I could feel my spit traveling down his cock and hitting the outside of my hand. I started moving my hand, pumping the base of his dick as his hips began to roll. I gagged a bit at his length, causing him to stop his motions.

But it didn’t deter me. The sounds pouring from his mouth were just too good.

I looked up at him and saw his eyes screwed shut. The pleasure wafting over his face made my tits rise to painful peaks. More of that clear fluid leaked from his cock, gracing my tongue with its saltiness. I t

ook as much of his cock back as I could, stopping just before my gag reflex. I pumped my hand faster, feeling his fingers coil tighter within the tresses of my hair.

“That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop, Ava. Keep going.”

I picked up the pace, pumping faster and squeezing my palm around him as my tongue got to work. My jaw ached and my lips were swollen. My scalp was on fire with how hard he gripped me. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel what I had just felt at the mercy of his tongue. I wanted him to lose control. To feel the kind of pleasure that had cascaded throughout my body.

I wanted to hear my name again. And I didn’t even know why.

I sucked him down one last time, hollowing out my cheeks and gripping his cock. His hips rose off the bed, sounds getting caught in his throat as I felt his cock pulse. Once. Twice. Three times. And that third time I felt my mouth being filled with something.