Tapping The Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys 1)

And just like that, his playfulness washed my worries out to sea.

“Just how good of friends are you?” I asked.

He smiled. The bastard.

“I know her really well.”

My eyes narrowed, and he smiled harder.

“But it’s the kind of friendship built on trust and respect, and I never have more than one friend at a time.”

God, this man. He didn’t even know how good he was for me.

“That’s good to hear because this pussy doesn’t have more than one friend at a time either. And she demands respect and trust before letting anyone all the way in.”

“Duly noted.” He ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh. “Let the record show, I’m the kind of man who doesn’t rush things. I like to take my time and savor every moment, every single inch.” He moved to the other leg, repeating the same sexy-as-hell move. “And, Georgia?”

“Yeah?”

He slipped a finger inside of me and out again before sliding it into his mouth. He moaned audibly and closed his eyes. “You’re going to melt on my tongue.”

Holy hell.

“I think I’m already melting,” I whimpered, my head falling back on the bed.

“No, baby, you haven’t even started to melt yet,” he whispered, moving his tongue against me.

God, it felt so good. So fucking good.

I swallowed my moans, gripping the sheet for support. It was intense. My orgasm was building far quicker and stronger than anything I’d experienced. My legs and hips shook as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue working me into a frenzy.

But he didn’t let up.

He gripped my thighs, keeping me spread wide for his ministrations.

My fingers found his hair while my hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his mouth, riding his tongue.

This was the hottest round of oral I’d ever received in my life.

He repeatedly built me up, only to slow things down when I got too close.

He wasn’t racing to get me off; no, he was savoring every second. He told me how good I tasted and how hard he was just from watching me slowly lose control. He told me how sexy I was and how he never wanted to stop.

“Please, Kline. Oh fuck, please,” I begged. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. I wanted him to get me off—badly—yet I never wanted this to end.

“My greedy girl.” He sucked harder and my back bowed off the bed.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“Do me a favor, Georgie. When you come, don’t hold back. I need to hear your sounds.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chanted, too consumed with the orgasm about to pull me under. Hell, he could’ve asked me to put on a top hat and sing the “Star Spangled Banner” when I came. I would’ve agreed to anything in that moment. Though, that might have made things a little more awkward.

He grabbed my breasts, caressing the pliant flesh possessively, while his mouth pushed me toward the edge.

My eyes rolled back, gasping breaths escaping my lungs.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I moaned, moving my hands to his hair and gripping the strands for leverage. My hips had a mind of their own, grinding into this face with reckless abandon.

“Fucking say it, sweet girl.” The sexy growl to his voice was enough to push me over.

“Yes! Kline! I’m coming!” My body lost control—legs shaking, lungs gasping for breaths. My pulse roared in my ears.

I didn’t just melt. I dissolved. And I gave him my sounds. I’m not sure what sounds, but I remember shouting, “This is the best orgasm of my life!” at some point.

I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness for a moment, only to be stirred when strong hands cradled my body, adjusting me on the bed so my head rested comfortably on the pillows.

My eyelids fluttered opened to find a smirking Kline staring down at me.

He pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Thank you. That was the best orgasm of my life too,” he said softly against my lips.

His mouth crested into a wry grin as he stood, adjusting himself in his briefs. He was hard and standing at attention, making his appearance the hottest, most obscene thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Now, I think it’s time for breakfast. Eggs and bacon sound good to you?”

I glanced down at his crotch, shocked by the nonchalant tone of his voice. His dick was saluting me, yet he didn’t seem the least bit affected by his current situation.

“But you’re, uh, hard.” And I mean fucking hard. That soldier was ready for all-out war.

“Seems to be a common occurrence when you’re around.” He winked and walked toward the doorway, only to shout, “Meet me in the kitchen, Benny girl!” over his shoulder as he strode out of the bedroom.