Paris with the Billionaire

She cries out when I yank her down the bed, squeezing onto her ample flesh, pulling her right to the end of the mattress.

The closer I get to her pussy – pink and fresh and glinting in the low light – the stronger her scent becomes, washing over me intoxicatingly.

I move closer and closer, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent.

“How close are you?” I growl.

“I don’t know,” she whispers.

“What do you mean you don’t …”

I trail off, my heartbeat becoming a war drum in my chest, pounding in my ears.

“You’ve never had an orgasm before,” I whisper as the realization dawns.

“Is that bad?”

“Fucking hell, Fiona. You’re more perfect than I thought. No, it’s not bad. Get ready. I need to taste you.”

I open my mouth and take in as much of her as I can get, groaning in animal satisfaction when her juices start to fill my mouth, spreading over my tongue.

I growl and drag my tongue up her lips, toward her clit, and then I feel like I have to focus on her clit.

It’d be cruel not to when she’s this enflamed with desire, her clit hard, begging for my attention.

I flick my tongue ferociously against her clit, squeezing onto her ass cheeks so hard I know I must be leaving handprints.

She gasps and moans, shifting against me as though she’s lost control of her body, as though she’s entirely subject to the whipping motion of my tongue now.

I move one hand from her ass and bring it to her hole, sliding my fingers inside of her as I keep attacking her clit.

“Uh, uh,” she gasps, her voice becoming hollow and taut.

Suddenly, her movements stop for a long moment, as though her body is gathering up all its pent-up lust into a tight warm ball in her belly.

I can feel her womb making her hole quiver for me, fluttering around my fingers, telling me she’s ready to take my seed and give me the life I never thought I wanted—the life I never knew I needed.

She lets out a strangled scream as the orgasm barrels through her, shifting her thighs against me, squeezing them together so she traps my face against her.

She falls back with a huff.

I stand, staring down at her, fascination and desire crushing together deep inside of me.

I can taste her orgasm on my lips, tangy and sweet. She lies twisted in the sheets on the mattress, her pussy teasing me with its glistening wetness, her nipples still hard, so pert I can imagine milk leaking from them at any moment.

Fuck, I’d like to taste that.

I need to taste everything she has to give.

I reach down for my belt and she flinches, staring up at me with wide eyes.

“What are you doing?” she whimpers.

I stop, stilling my hands.

“What does it look like?” I snap. “I need to feel how perfect your pussy is.”

“I—please, not now, not tonight.”

Something sinks in my chest.

I stare at her, letting my hands drop from my belt.

She bites her lip and tugs her tank top up, sitting up on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I think—maybe. I don’t know. Maybe we should leave it for tonight?”

I lean down and kiss her on the forehead, smoothing my hand through her hair. She murmurs and moans, and that makes me step away quickly.

I can’t stay here, not when the scent of her is so intoxicating, not when the taste of her needy pussy is still so fresh on my lips.

“Okay,” I say, standing and turning for the door, my body tense with unaddressed desire, my manhood trying to explode out of my boxers. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs as I stride toward the door.

My hands are shaking. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to charge across the room and tackle her onto the bed, to push her thighs apart and drive up inside of her.

I bet she’s so tight, so hot, so fertile.

So mine.

Why doesn’t she want this as badly as I do?

She belongs to me.

But I’d never force my lady to do anything she’s uncomfortable with.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” I say firmly, pacing for the door and letting the door swing quietly closed behind me.

Chapter Five

Fiona

I run after him, down the hallway, and push him up against the wall. He makes the same growling sound he did when he was between my thighs when he painted my pussy with a heat I’ve never felt before.

I felt like I was boiling up from the inside when the orgasm hit me.

I felt like I’d been punched by a fist made of starlight.

“Fiona?” he murmurs, staring down at me with those captivating eyes.

“Don’t speak,” I sigh. “Just get back in there and take me, Forrest. Fuck me hard. Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore—”

I moan and my eyes blink open.