The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

Three

Jenner

When it came to sex, there was only one role that had been designed for me.

The lead.

I needed the control, the domination, to follow the build and get lost in the release.

It was the only time I could escape the thoughts of work, when I was truly out of my head, when my responsibilities melted away and I was focused on something else.

Right now, my complete attention was on Jo.

And that fucking mouth of hers.

She wanted to know where I wanted it, and at first, I told her I wanted it everywhere. But that direction needed some clarification because my cock was throbbing much harder than my lips.

“Get on your knees.”

A blush moved across her cheeks, reaching as high as her eyes. “You want my mouth on your dick? This doesn’t surprise me.”

“I need to feel how well you suck.”

As she got into position, she took ahold of my shaft, pumping it with her fist. “From your body to this, there’s nothing small about you, Jenner.”

I chuckled.

The moment she’d taken off my clothes, her stare had told me she appreciated how much I worked out. I was certainly a fan of the way she took care of herself—a body built for running with toned limbs and the most flawless ass, perky tits that weren’t any bigger than my palms.

As she claimed more of my cock, I held the back of her hair and said, “It’s yours, Jo.” I wrapped the long locks around my wrist. “And you don’t have to be gentle.” I hissed the moment she surrounded my tip, exhaling, “Fuuuck,” as she licked across my crown.

She swirled over the top edge, and as she lowered, adding more pressure, her mouth became a goddamn vacuum.

“Oh fuck.”

She was taking me in deeper, adding more friction to the tip, licking me like I was a fucking dripping cone.

With my fingers buried in her hair, I tried to guide her.

But she didn’t budge.

This girl wanted to do things on her own.

And if I wanted her mouth, I just had to accept that.

“Hell yes,” I moaned, handing the control right over to her, wondering what the fuck had gotten into me. But that thought dissolved as she dipped to my balls, licking each one into her mouth. “Goddamn it, that feels good.”

When her mouth returned to my cock, her hand twisting over my base, rising to the center to meet her lips, my head fell back.

She wasn’t blowing me like it was her job. She was blowing me like she was trying to get the fucking job.

“Just like that,” I roared.

I urged her deeper, to feed her more of my dick.

She didn’t move.

But the moment I let up, she dived down, giving me the suction I was after.

Bob after fucking bob.

Testing my limits.

Tightening her mouth, keeping her tongue wet like she wanted me to come.

And that was going to happen if I didn’t make her stop.

Her lips made a popping sound when I pulled out my cock.

I immediately reached for her hips and hauled her up against me. My condoms were in my suitcase in the bedroom, so that was where I carried her, placing her on the bed, where she waited while I took one out of the box, tearing off the corner of the foil with my teeth. I rolled it over me as I walked back to her and lifted her in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I held her against the nearest wall.

I rubbed the outside of her pussy, making sure she was as wet as I needed her to be.

And, goddamn it, she was.

“How fragile are you?” I devoured her mouth before she could reply, needing to taste her before I continued. “I can try to play nice …” I glanced down her chest, the hardness of her nipples begging to be bitten. “But, fuck, Jo, I don’t know if I can.”

“Then, don’t.”

I smiled. “You’re sure about that?”

“No … but yes.”

She moaned as my tip entered her, and I instantly felt the tightness of her pussy. The wetness that soaked across the rubber. The narrowness as I slid farther in.

“Fuck!” Her pussy was holding me hostage, to the point where I didn’t know if I could go in any deeper. “You have the most perfect cunt.”

Her response wasn’t words. It was a sound that vibrated through my goddamn chest.

“Oh God,” she breathed.