The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

My thumb went to the very top of her pussy, a second finger pushed inside her, and a pattern started of lapping her clit and thrusting into her cunt. She was clenching around me, showing me how tight she was, making me jealous of my fingers.

They got to feel the perfectness of her pussy, the narrowness.

She was sucking me in and not letting me go, the same way she did to my cock.

Fuck.

I wanted nothing more than to taste what was soaking my fingers, to be on my knees with my face buried between her legs. That wasn’t going to happen here. I’d have to wait until we got back to the hotel. But that didn’t stop me from moving my hand faster, giving her the pressure she needed.

“Jenner …” Her nails stabbed the back of my neck. “Oh my God.”

I could feel the build happening inside her.

Her breathing changed.

Her hips swung, moving with me, bending her body with each plunge.

“Yes!” She shook. “Fucking yes!”

Her head leaned against me, and I pumped her with the same speed and power as the music blasting through the speakers.

Owning that fucking pussy.

And it didn’t take long before it was fully mine, her body shuddering so hard that I had to hold her stomach so she wouldn’t fall.

“Ahhh!” she moaned. “Fuuuck!”

She felt so good. I could do this over and over again, never stopping, just listening to that sweet, sexy moan on repeat. The desire to please her was a need I’d never felt before.

And, goddamn it, I couldn’t get enough.

The moment she calmed, I pulled my hand out and turned her around. As she watched, I swiped my tongue across my finger, licking the drops off my skin.

Savoring her.

Swallowing her.

“Fuck, Jo.” I made sure all the wetness was gone before I held the back of her head, moving her face closer to mine. “You taste so fucking good.”

She kissed me, sucking my tongue, gripping me with all her strength, her movements almost animalistic.

“You want more?” I said against her lips.

“I do.” Her hands slipped down and clasped mine. “Follow me.”

I said nothing as she led me through the dance floor and back into the VIP area. Instead of returning to the table, she brought me into the hallway where the restrooms were located and into the men’s room, walking us into a stall that she locked the moment we were both inside.

She instantly lowered my zipper, navigating my cock through the hole of my boxer briefs. Once my dick was out, she got on her knees, licking those pouty fucking lips.

“Jo …” I stared down at her as she surrounded the base of my shaft with her fist. “Fuuuck.” I spread my arms out, palms pressing against both walls of the stall. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“I’m taking what’s mine.”

Mine.

I needed to know.

I needed to fucking clarify.

“And that is?”

She looked at me through her long, thick lashes. “Your cum.”

Watching that word come out of her mouth was the hottest thing in the world.

She wanted to make my balls throb. She wanted my nut in her mouth.

She wanted to own my pleasure.

She surrounded my tip, swirling her tongue across it, and my head fell back from the sensation. “It’s all yours,” I exhaled. “Take it.”

Her hand focused on the bottom, twisting, turning, rising to meet her mouth in the center. She added so much of her spit that her tongue was like a fucking sled.

“I want it,” she begged as she surfaced. “I want you to come.” She bobbed harder, picking up speed. “Give it to me, Jenner.”

I held the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, watching her choke as she took more of me in. But she never stopped, never paused. She relaxed her throat and sank down, pumping her hand before she rose to the tip and did it again. She knew the amount of tightness I needed, how hard to suction in her cheeks when she was on my crown. How to flatten her tongue when she circled down the middle.

This girl knew how to give some fucking head.

“Yesss!” I took in her face, the way her cheeks expanded around me. “That’s it.” I squeezed her hair. “Suck it. Fucking suck it, Jo.”

My balls were tightening.

My fucking legs turning numb.

“Come for me, Jenner.”

Each order became hotter.

More of a turn-on.

Demanding in a way where I wanted to give her whatever she needed.