Billionaire Beast

I kick the door closed behind us and close my eyes as I feel his soft lips against mine.

This is what a kiss is supposed to be like.

His hands move up and down my sides, and I can hardly breathe as our tongues mingle with each other, playfully, sensually.

He pulls back for a second, saying, “Are you sure that you—”

My lips are over his again, and I’m nodding my head, humming, “Mmm hmm.”

I can tell that he doesn’t know how far I’m willing to take this, so I make the first move after the first move, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling away from him just long enough to pull it off of him.

His skin is so warm, firm. He has a tattoo on his chest, but I’m watching his closed eyes as we continue to kiss.

He runs his fingers through my hair, and I can feel a tug in my core like nothing I’ve ever known.

Confident now, he pulls my shirt off, and with one hand, he unclasps my bra. I slip the straps off my shoulder and let it fall to the ground and I press my bare skin against his.

I can feel his heartbeat.

He bends down a little and wraps his arms around my lower back, lifting me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I kiss his lips and his neck and he carries me into his room.

He bends down again and lays me on the bed. He kisses my neck then my chest. He takes one of my nipples into his hot mouth, and I feel myself growing wet with the sensation.

My breath comes in jagged and as his mouth moves farther down my body, I close my legs enough for him to undo my pants and pull them off of me.

My legs open instinctively and he moves my panties to one side, his steamy breath bringing me to life. The moment his first finger runs over my crease, I’m already halfway there.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his fingertips teasing my opening.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

A moment later, his finger is inside me and his tongue is tracing a figure eight on my clit. My hands dig into the comforter, and my legs are already starting to shake.

My fingers are in his hair and he’s pleasuring me so intently.

I whisper, “Come here,” and as he stands, I slip my panties down my legs and kick them off to one side.

I sit up and move closer to the edge of the bed, smiling at the growing bulge in his pants. I’m not thinking of consequences now as I undo his pants and pull him out of the thin fabric of his boxers.

He’s hard in my hand, and I run my tongue from base to tip, tasting his skin before I take him into my mouth. My free hand finds its way between my own legs, and I rub myself softly as I suck lightly on his flared ridge.

I can feel his pulse in my mouth, and it’s all I can do to see straight as I look up into his eyes. With my tongue, I press against the underside of his member and delight in the quick gasp as I take more of him into my mouth.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I tell him.

He doesn’t say a word.

He kneels down between my legs and kisses me softly on the mouth.

The anticipation builds within me as I lean back, leaving myself open for him to take me. With his tip, he teases my lower lips and they swell in response, inviting him inside.

He goes slowly at first: pushing only one and then two inches inside of me, but in a moment, the whole length of him is inside and my fingers are curled, gripping the skin of his back.

He fills me perfectly, again and again, and his mouth is so warm, kissing my neck.

“You feel amazing,” he tells me, and his tempo increases, little by little, until my legs quake and my breath comes in gulps.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper into his ear.