Page 74 of Rival to the Billionaire

"Why don't you open your eyes," he whispers, brushing my hair off my face with a tender touch. "I want you to look at me, Jen. I want to see your beautiful eyes. And I want you to see me put my mouth on this gorgeous pussy of yours."

He kisses me again, and I open my eyes, catching sight of his face, staring down between my thighs with a hungry expression. And I watch his lips as they press against me, as they feel, as they caress, as they taste, as they devour me. And him, looking at me with those deep blue eyes as if I'm the most prized taste. Like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted.

And as I watch him, I feel the fire inside of me rise higher than it ever has before.

This isn't about lust. This isn't about lust at all. This is a fire ignited by something so deep, I never want to go back.

"Ryder," I whisper. "How are you—how are you doing this?"

"My dreams are detailed, darling. I just do the things I've already fantasized about."

I can't speak, can't say a word as he continues to bury his face between my legs. I gasp, arching my back as he smells me, touching me, and the sensation is overwhelming, the sensual burn making my body jerk and shiver.

"You like that, huh?" he asks, his voice low and harsh. "Of course, you do. And you're doing so well, darling. Such a good girl. You're so good. I love watching you do this for me. I love seeing the way your spine arches and how you gasp when I touch you. I love how my tongue sliding against your beautiful, hot, wet pussy makes your head tilt back and how you're playing with that beautiful hair of yours. I love how I'm the cause of it all, Jenny. I love that. You were perfect before this, but now, you're perfect just for me."

I open my eyes, looking at him, wanting to see what he's seeing. Wanting to see the same things I see in his eyes.

And when I see him staring down at me, into me, I feel a deep, throbbing warmth explode inside me.

I gasp again. I don't know what I like more. The way he touches, the way he stares. Or the way each filthy word falls off his lips, falls into my ears, and sends a wave of heat through me, sending me to the top, and then crashing into my gut.

"I've been good," I whisper, panting. "Make me feel good and perfect for you."

"Of course, darling," he says, smiling at me. And as he looks into my eyes and as I watch him look down at me, I feel my legs spread wider, feel my thighs meet the light scruff on his face, feel his hands on my thighs, and feel his lips curl into a smile.

I push my hands through my hair and grip hard, trying to pull myself together.

But I can't.

I'm tearing apart, piece by piece, shivering, groaning, sucking air into my lungs, gasping and panting, falling deeper, faster.

There's no end to this. There's no way to stop this.

I'm going to fall so deep. There will be no climbing out after this. There's no climbing out possible for me.

"Ryder," I gasp. "Ryder, please. I need—oh, God. Please."

But Ryder doesn't need to be asked twice. And as he lifts his mouth up, looking at me with those dark, piercing eyes, I see a glitter there, and I know he's close to the edge, too.

"Come on my face, Jenny," he says, his voice low. "Let it go, baby. Let it go." Returning his focus back to eating me senseless, Ryder continues his work, his hands gripping my thighs, his lips sucking and licking and driving me crazy.

Until I fall, my body coiling and gripping, heat flooding up into me.

I gasp, feeling my muscles tightening, tightening, tightening. Like they're coming close to bursting. Like they can't take one more second.

And I'm floating. Soaring. I'm so far from the ground I'll never find my way back.

I should be scared. But I'm not.

Because I've never felt so safe. So unbelievably vulnerable, taken in, and intimate.

So the waves come, curl, and finally crash over me. The last memory I have before sleep finds me is the sound of Ryder's name on my lips, chanted over and over like a prayer into the night.

ChapterTwenty-One

RYDER

I wake up to the gentle sounds of Jen sleeping next to me, her breath fluttering in puffs of cool air across my neck. Twisting to get a better look, I see that she’s sprawled across my body like a starfish, her limbs outstretched, her mouth ajar and wide. And though I can see only one side of her face, I can tell she's finally relaxed.

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