Paris with the Billionaire

“What?” she says, all breathy.

“I didn’t stutter,” I growl, grabbing onto her thigh and almost roaring at the heat of her skin.

She whimpers and bites her lip, her eyes getting even wider, even more, curious and excited.

“Am I dreaming?” she whispers.

“Do you want to wake up?” I counter, sliding my hand higher and higher up her thigh.

“N-no,” she moans. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.”

I lean in and take her lips with mine. I kiss her hard, hungry to taste her. She stiffens for a moment and then the heat of our joining melts through her.

She moans through our close-pressed lips, the moan getting more desperate as I inch up between her legs.

I can feel her heat blazing before I touch her pussy, feel how badly she wants to be mine.

She breaks off the kiss with a gasp, her eyelids fluttering with how on-the-edge she is.

“Why?” she whispers.

“Why what?” I snarl.

“Why are you doing this?”

I still my hand, tilting my head at her.

“You want me to do this,” I tell her.

“Yes, yes,” she moans. “But why do you want to do this?”

I laugh savagely and then kill the noise when her lips twist into a frown.

“I’m not laughing at you, you silly thing,” I tell her. “I don’t want to do this. I need to do this. I can’t sleep thinking about you in here, with these thick gorgeous legs and your creamy wet pussy. Now lie back and take your orgasm like a good girl.”

“Can I …”

She trails off, turning her gaze to the side.

“What?” I snap.

“I was just going to say, um, if it’s okay …”

“What?” I snarl, when she trails off again, my shy little firecracker.

“Can I kiss you again?” she whispers.

I smirk. “Such a polite horny young thing, aren’t you?”

I crush my lips against hers. She grabs onto my shoulders and digs her fingernails in, gasping as I kiss her hard, as our tongues find each other and swirl around in unstoppable lust.

I grab her shorts and pull them down, violently, making our teeth click together in the suddenness of the movement.

I lean back and stare at her as I cup her sex, feeling how insanely wet she is, her hole leaking a river of desire onto my hand.

“You’re soaked,” I snarl.

“Is that a—bad—thing?” she whimpers, as I grind my hand up and down her pussy, smearing her wetness from her hole across her lips and her clit.

“Does it feel like a bad thing?” I snap.

“No—no—it feels … Oh, God. Am I dreaming? Am I awake?”

“Do you feel awake?” I growl, slipping my middle finger into the boiling wetness of her hole.

She tries to answer.

The beginnings of a yes turn into a breathy moan on her lips, as she tilts her head back and exposes her neck for me.

I sink my finger inside of her, pushing right up to the knuckle, pinning her there so she shivers on the end of me.

“Can you take another finger?” I snap.

“I don’t know,” she whimpers.

“Try,” I snarl, slipping my ring finger into her hole.

She gasps and freezes for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut. But then her eyes open and a dreamy smile spreads across her lips at the same time.

I shift my hand back and forth, pumping my fingertips inside of her, feeling how much wetter she gets with each moment.

Her breasts shift as I move my hand faster and faster, the room filling with the wet fleshy sounds of her soaked sex.

“Pull your tank top down,” I snap.

“Like—this?” she sighs, clawing at her tank top and pulling, exposing her breasts.

They’re so big, so juicy, so captivating.

Luscious purple and green veins spiral across the landscape of her breasts, toward her nipples which are as thick as the rest of her.

I lean down and take one of her tasty-looking nipples in my mouth as I swirl my fingers around and around inside of her.

Her gasps take on a different quality, becoming strangled, as though she’s rushing closer and closer to her crescendo.

Her nipple tastes like heaven, tangy with her sleepy sweat, the texture delicious between my lips. I press my tongue against it to make it even harder, and then move my tongue savagely around it.

When I hear her gasping on the verge of an orgasm, I rear up, letting her go completely.

I stare down at her and she gazes up at me, her lips quivering, tears of near release shimmering in her eyes.

“You’re completely at my mercy here, aren’t you, firecracker?” I growl. “Look at you. You’ve never been touched like this before. You’ve never been owned like this before.”

“Hmmm,” she moans, shaking her head, wriggling her bare legs together so that her pussy sings for me.

“When you come,” I growl, inching down the bed, “I need to taste it.”

I drop to my knees and slide my hands up her legs, reaching under to take greedy handfuls of her ass cheeks.