Married to the Secret Billionaire

He grins. “Has anyone ever touched you like this, Sinclair?” He leans in once more, kissing my belly, then lower. His lips reach my mound, and he kisses me harder, one hand sliding behind me to cup a fistful of my ass cheek, pinning me against his face.

He hasn’t even reached my pussy yet, and I can already tell I’m soaked. My clit throbs, aching with the need for attention. “No,” I gasp.

“Has anyone ever made you come?” He runs his tongue down the crease of my thigh, tracing it on both sides. When my skin is glistening wet, he blows on it gently, sending a chill through me. I shiver again, and this time he feels it and grins at me, noticing.

“No,” I repeat, a little louder. “Nobody’s ever made me come before.” My ex was super traditional. He wanted to wait until marriage. Things had gotten hot and heavy before, but he always stopped before I could finish, telling me it would be more special, mean more, if we waited.

Little did I know what he really meant by that.

I push the memories from my mind. Don’t think about him. Not now. He doesn’t deserve it. This moment, Ankor kneeling in front of me, his dark eyes full of heat where they gaze into mine? This moment is all mine.

Without warning, Ankor reaches over and grabs my towel, spreading it on the single bench in the middle of the changing room. Then he grabs my hips and spins me around, pressing me back until I’m lying along the bench, my ass right at the end of it. He kneels between my thighs and drags me along the bench until my pussy is right in front of his face, spread open, bared to him.

“I’m going to make you scream so hard you’ll forget your own name,” he promises, and my pulse doubles, throbbing in my throat, my belly.

He leans in and trails his tongue along my pussy lips, not even between them yet. I groan under my breath. He smiles.

“You taste every bit as delicious as I expected,” he murmurs against my nether lips. With two fingers, he reaches up to gently part them, his other hand beneath me, still cupping my ass, using it for purchase as he draws my hips up toward his face.

This time, he presses his tongue between the folds of my pussy and drags the tip of his tongue along my slit. He moves slow, back to front, taking his time, and I moan a little at the unfamiliar, amazing sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my entrance.

He strokes back and forth in slow, steady motions, moving a little faster with each stroke, until suddenly, without warning, he plunges his tongue into my pussy.

I gasp and my hips buck up against his face. He holds me flat against the bench with one hand on my belly, and presses his mouth up against me, pushing his tongue as deep into me as it will go. When he pulls it out, he curls the tip up and forward, and I moan as he brushes one particularly sensitive spot along my front inner wall.

I start to rock in time with his movements, as he pushes his tongue in and out of me, building up a rhythm. I reach down, hesitant at first. But his eagerness, his boldness, makes me bold too. I bury my fists in his hair. “Right there,” I moan as his tongue presses against the sensitive spot again. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasp as he returns to it, over and over.

The pressure in my clit feels overwhelming, like it’s drowning out the rest of the world.

He pulls back a little, and I cry out faintly in protest, but he only flattens his tongue and drags it up over my clit instead. Now I really do cry out, loudly, my voice echoing around the tiled changing room. I don’t care. I’m too far gone to wonder if it’s audible from outside on the pool deck, or even to wonder if anyone might overhear us.

He licks me harder, faster, and I start to thrust up against his face, both fists tight in his hair. “Yes, Ankor, right there, yes…”

I don’t feel his hand move between my legs until he pushes a finger deep into my pussy. When he does, I moan in pleasure. He starts to move his finger and tongue together as one, the pressure in me building to an almost insurmountable point. He adds a second finger, and I can’t take it anymore.

I cry aloud as the orgasm sweeps over me, making my toes curl and my whole body shake from the force of it. I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers in pulses as the climax hits. He leans back a little, chuckling, his dark eyes still hungry where they fix on mine.