Page 25 of The Billionaire

He went to my other breast, doing the kissing and sucking number. My fists were clenched tight in desire. Finally he pulled away and I could breath again.

He looked at me with hungry eyes. A flash of desire.

“Is that what you desire?”

I nodded as I bit my lip.

He stood up and reached for my hand. “Then follow me.” He said daringly, full of intrigue, as he placed his mask back on his face.

I beamed at him. I want to please him. I wanted to be pleasing to him because at the back of my mind there existed a fantasy of dreaming that we would be together and not just in this moment. That he wanted to magically create a life with me.

Because who tastes the taste of this luxury and then is expected to go back to normal life? No, I couldn’t ever go back. He had already ruined me! No one would ever compare to him. Ever.

As I slipped my lingerie set on, I felt the hanging fabric that covered my eager little pussy. I was just about to fasten the buttons when he stopped me.

“No, leave them open. I like seeing your bare beauty.”

“Uh . . . ok.”

I wondered if anyone would see me! Nonetheless, I didn’t care. I was with him! And this is what he liked. Well, then, I liked it too. It just amplified my hungry appetite for him much more.

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