A Billionaire for Christmas

She bloody begged.

“There, please, please right there,” she pled like a spoiled girl. “Make it good, right there. Please, don’t stop. Please, oh, please.”

She was greedy, and I enjoyed gratifying her. Fucking delighted in it. Twice, I made her come. Once with only my mouth, the second time with my fingers plunging inside her as well. I could have spent all day with my face between her legs, with my tongue buried inside her cunt. If she hadn’t rode through her last orgasm crying for my cock, I might have stayed on my knees long after my lower limbs had gone to sleep.

I stood, and she turned eagerly toward me, kissing me with urgency, as though she thought I might end everything right there if she didn’t.

If that was truly what she thought, she was incorrect about my ability to restrain myself. I was a beast without a leash. I had no will but to devour her.

I lifted her into my arms, carrying her like a child to the bedroom.

“You aren’t going to take me all the way in front of the windows? I think I’d like that,” she murmured as she kissed along my jaw.

“I’m sure you would, you naughty thing. But I’m quite sure I would not.” My confliction had a line, it appeared. New York City did not deserve the pleasure of her naked form.

I set her on the bed, still rumpled from the last night’s restless sleep, and tugged off first one boot, then the other. She watched me, rapt, as I followed with the removal of her jeans.

“I like being undressed by you,” she said, when she was only in her bra and panties. “I like how you’re completely focused on me.”

I couldn’t not be. It was impossible to look anywhere but at her. She was exquisite and engaging. Irresistible perfection.

The wonder in her comment made me guess that no one had ever given her the attention she’d craved. What stupidity existed in her world? Boys pretending to be men, unsuitable and unworthy of such a gift as her.

I wasn’t worthy either. I was a selfish vampire, feeding off her vibrant life. Even if I was damned to hell, I no longer cared.

Grabbing her bra at the space between her breasts, I tugged her forward, urging her to her knees and kissed her. Devoured her, really. It was sloppy and bruising. I wanted her lips swollen and bee-stung. I wanted her cheeks flushed and her lungs filled with my breath.

She crawled closer, her hands reaching for my belt, her mouth never breaking from mine. When she had my buckle and zip undone, she reached inside my trousers to stroke her hands up and down my bloated cock.

She pulled back and flashed me a grin. “You’re big. I already know I like big.”

“You’re not experienced enough to know big.” Shut up, my brain told my mouth. You like hearing it.

“I’ve only slept with two guys,” she reminded me. “It doesn’t mean I’ve only seen two cocks. And this cock…” She pulled my pants down low enough to expose the rod of flesh, red and pulsing under her gaze. “This cock is a good cock.”

Fuck...this girl. She was going to be the death of me.

A bead of cum gathered at the crown, and her tongue flicked out across her lower lip.

“No,” I scolded with a stern finger. “This is not for your mouth.” If she were to take me that way, I wasn’t sure how long I’d last. Certainly not long enough, and while I was pretty sure she made me hot enough to recover quickly, I wasn’t going to make an ass of myself and prove otherwise.

Her lips turned down into an exaggerated pout. “But I’ve been such a good girl.”

“Patience. You’ll get it where you need it.” I reached around to her back to undo her bra while she stroked the length of me, causing my spine to tingle and my balls to draw up. “Take my jumper off,” I commanded, attempting to distract her.

“Okay, Daddy.”

If she’d still been holding me when she’d said that, I definitely would have exploded. How long had it been since I’d been with a woman? I tried to recall as she lifted my pullover up and over my head. Not too long. A matter of months. Six maybe. Not so long that I should be so near out of control.

Except that the last time I’d been with a woman, it hadn’t been this woman. This woman hit my buttons, wound me up, got me hot like no one I could remember in a long time. Possibly ever, though that was likely an exaggeration. There was no way I was thinking rationally in a moment like this, after all.

With my torso bare, Audrey found something else to steal her attention. “Dylan…you’ve been hiding some seriously toned pecs.” She traced the planes of my chest with the tips of her fingers, then bent forward to swirl her tongue around one very lucky nipple. When she moved to the other, she peered up at me, her eyes dark and dilated under long lashes.