The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

She brushed her fingers across her clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Your tongue would feel better.”

She wanted me to lick her cunt.

A request that couldn’t be any sexier.

I knelt in the tiny space in front of the bed and pulled her ass across the mattress until her pussy reached my mouth. “I promise you”—I blew air across her, giving her just the very tip of my tongue, barely adding any pressure—“you will never forget this.”

“Jenner …” she moaned.

I breathed across her clit, just soft, normal bursts of air, gradually increasing the pressure. With each exhale, she quivered, rocking her hips, trying to get more of my tongue.

But I didn’t give in.

I wanted to take my time.

I wanted to savor her pussy.

“You’re torturing me,” she cried, tugging my hair, trying to bring me closer.

I leaned back to kiss her lips, dropping as low as her entrance, rising to the peak of her clit. The view allowed me to see her whole pussy—every fold, every inch of skin, every part that needed to be licked.

“My fucking queen.” I flattened my tongue and dragged it across her, her moans all I could hear. “Keep your legs spread,” I warned, pushing them apart. “No matter what I do, I want them open. Do you hear me?”

She panted, “Yes.”

She was perfect. Every goddamn part of her. But this part—fuck me—was exceptional.

I pressed my nose against her, inhaling her. A scent as addictive as the pumpkin perfume she wore. “You smell so fucking good.”

Her skin was soft, smooth, like silk, my tongue lapping across her. And then there was the way she responded to me, how she shook when I flicked her horizontally, her body arching upward, her hips bucking.

Goose bumps rose over her flesh.

Wetness dripped.

I caught it with my tongue, spreading it across two fingers before they dived inside her. As I finger-fucked her, stretching her to get her ready for me, I circled, and I reached until I hit her G-spot.

“Oh my God!”

Her pussy was closing in around me.

She wanted the friction.

She wanted to fucking come.

“Jo, you’re getting so tight.”

I held her clit with my teeth, rolling my tongue across it.

Back and forth.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “You’re going to make me come.”

I wanted to taste it.

I wanted to feel it.

I wanted to watch her fucking shudder as I licked her.

I pulled my finger out to my nail, and then arching it higher, I slid it back in, grazing that special spot.

Her hips shifted with each pass, her fingers bearing down on my head. “Jenner!”

As she screamed and wriggled, I saw the pleasure control her.

Own her.

Completely take over.

So, I switched up the pattern, moving my tongue vertically over the top, sucking her clit when the wetness became too much.

I was going to lick away every thought in her head.

Every worry.

Every tear she’d ever shed over us.

“Yes!” she shouted. “Fuck!”

I gave her the flat wideness of my tongue, the pointy tip, the length and width of my fingers, combining it all together at once. And I took my time because even though this was for her, it was very much for me.

Having her wetness coat my face and beard and run down my throat was as good as coming.

And she was about to. Sensing she was getting far too close, I slowed down.

Her hips lifted into the air, humping to my rhythm. Moaning, she tried to pull me closer, to speed me up, but I wouldn’t budge.

I needed more of this.

I switched to my nose, rubbing it along her slit. I fucking hated that it had been so long since I’d been between her legs, soaking myself in her. I craved her pussy in ways I couldn’t explain, in ways I didn’t even understand.

And I was making up for lost time.

When the desire to taste her became stronger than just inhaling her, my tongue returned.

“Oh fuck, Jenner!”

Each word, each reaction made me lick harder.

Her hips began to sway again. Her arms reached above her, gripping the pillow like she was going to fall. Her knees bent, toes pressing into the mattress.

She was bracing herself.

And I didn’t let up, giving her clit the most relentless caressing.

I twisted my fingers. I thrust.

I licked so fucking hard and quick that I could almost feel the rush happening inside her. Especially as she turned wetter, her pussy clenching my knuckles.

Her legs closed in, and she moaned. “I need your beard.” She gasped from the roughness. “I need to feel it on my skin.” Her lower back lifted, and her hands lowered, her nails stabbing my shoulders seconds before she began to shudder. “Jenner!” She sucked in a breath. “Oh my God!”

She pulsed around me, and I gave her one last push—a speed I hadn’t used yet, knowing it would send her so far over the edge.

“Fuuuck.”

I watched her body shake, each wave coming with a new, louder moan. And as her orgasm erupted, her ass lifting after each tremor, the best feeling took over me.

There was nothing better than making your girl feel this good.