The Billionaire's Gamble

His fingers move in tiny circles, his other hand tugging the fabric of my panties tighter against me. The lips of my pussy spill out of the sides of my panties; pink and swollen and showing how ready I am for him. His mouth moves against my skin—my thighs, my ass, the edges of my pussy. Everywhere but where I need him to touch. “You want this,” he says, tongue flicking out and across the fabric on my clit. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I groan, my hand gripping the blankets. That delicious, liquid pressure in my body is circling downward, gathering together. I’m so close to coming, but each time he senses it and moves away. My breath is coming in gasps, and I can’t do anything to stop the fact that I’m lost in this pleasure.

I’m a mess, hanging on his every touch, and he loves it.

He puts his mouth right on my pussy and I feel him smile. A single kiss is pressed against my center, then he flattens his tongue against me. The sensation of him licking the exposed parts of me while my ruined panties dull the sensation on my clit is strange and frustrating.

I can’t stay still. I’m too close. Rocking my hips, I grind against his face.

Nolan’s eyebrows fly upwards, and his expression quickly turns to a wicked smirk. “Do it,” he says. “Use me. Make yourself come.” Faster than I thought possible he reverses our positions. I’m straddling his jaw as I hear the sound of ripping fabric. He’s torn my panties out of the way and now his lips are pressed against nothing but my skin.

Looking down my body at his cocky grin, I blush furiously. “Nolan, I can’t…” I’ve never ridden a guy’s face. I’ve never had the guts to do something so intimate. So explicit. His hands grip my hips, pulling me harder against his face. His tongue is working me in steady strokes, and the quivering pleasure running through me is enough to make me forget about anything else.

My brain is mush. Nothing exists but my pussy and his mouth. Shutting my eyes, I brace myself on the headboard, my hips moving with a mind of their own. Distantly I’m aware of him hiking my dress up higher, but I can’t think of anything but the slide of his tongue against my clit.

Beneath me, Nolan groans. I can hear the erotic sound of my own wetness as he drinks me in. Hard fingertips dig into my ass, forcing me to move faster, grind harder. I feel like I’ve lost all control, my body moving with the sole purpose of seeking release.

I can’t breathe, but somehow I’m moaning. Maybe I’m screaming, I’m not sure. My climax is right there, the delicious edge teasing me, making me delirious. I can almost taste the fierceness of that pleasure, but I don’t ever want this to end. Nolan closes his mouth over my clit, sucking me deep and hard.

I break open, my scream ringing out through the room. I curse. I tell him that I’m coming. The words disappear and fade into intelligible sound. I’m shaking, feeling the flood of my orgasm pour into his mouth. I close my eyes, focusing on the rush of pure lightning through my body and the way his tongue feels on me as he drinks me dry.

Nolan brings me down, laying me on the bed again. My vision is wobbly, like I’ve been swimming for hours. I hear the sound of his belt, and when I meet his eyes, the heat I find there sends desire tearing through my body like a tidal wave. I’m even more aroused than I was before. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but then again, I’m not sure how any of this is possible.

I watch as he strips down, perfect chest leading my eyes down to a perfect cock. It’s thick and hard, jutting out from his body, and I want him inside me. It’s in his fist, the head shining with pre-cum and a reddish need. It’s thick enough that I worry it will hurt, but at the same time, my body aches to have it inside of me. Then he’s over me again, pulling my dress over my head and leaving me in nothing but my lacy black bra. His lips are on my skin, teasing me, and in mere moments I’m writhing underneath him. I don’t want to wait. I want him inside me. “Nolan.”

He’s gone for a second, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and then he’s with me again. The tip of his cock is at my entrance, and…oh god. He looked thick, but it’s nothing compared to the way he feels. “Fuck,” he says. “You feel so good.”

I can’t do anything but moan, trying to adjust to him. There’s hair in my eyes; I can barely see him. Is that concern in his face? “It’s okay. I’m okay.” I’m not sure I am, but I’m not backing down. Gritting my teeth, I work him into my tight walls inch by fucking inch. I can feel his veins as they pulse, the ridge of his tip as it slides deeper. The strain borders on discomfort, but the realization that he’s stretching me is such a turn on I don’t care. The world has narrowed to the slow slide of his cock inside me.