Page 35 of Beauty and the Billionaire

Fearing I’d hurt him with my teeth, I surrendered to him. I let him do what he knew how to do well, and I wasn’t disappointed. His kisses softened as if he savored me whenever he sucked my lower lip shallowly into his mouth or bit me gently to tease something in an entirely different part of my body. How he touched my neck and made my toes tingle was a mystery to me, but he did.

Instead of rushing in to kiss him back and do it badly, I let my hands wander over his torso. I explored him all the way to his hips, feeling the fabric of his underwear under my fingertips once I was there, and I pulled him closer. Desperately, I wanted my T-shirt off so that I could feel his skin on mine.

Dominic must have felt this need in me—or in himself, I hoped—because he reached down and took the edge of my T-shirt in his hands, sliding it slowly up my lean torso and pressing my body with his. It was shockingly hot, his chiseled stomach on my flat one, and I swallowed a moan while lifting my arms above my head. He pulled my T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then reached for the button on my pants. His fingers were nimble, and he undid it quickly; all the while, he kissed me and let mepractically hang from around his neck, my arms closed tightly around his neck and shoulders. When he pulled my zipper down, I felt myself throb with excitement, and I pressed myself closer against him, sharing his heat.

Dominic’s hands slipped inside my pants, following the fabric of my briefs over my hips and to my butt. He held it, letting my pants slide on their own, and gave my ass a squeeze that flared through the rest of my body.

I cried out with unexpected pleasure, my voice lost in Dominic’s mouth, and I hurried to kiss him again.

Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, I rubbed my thighs together and inched my pants lower down my legs. And when I thrust my hips forward, my hard cock pressed unapologetically against his. The difference in our sizes was immediately clear to me, but it had never crossed my mind how it might make me feel. It was a silly feeling, really, because I had no interest in doing anything that would leave him wanting like that. Besides, I couldn’t imagine Dominic in that role, either.

He derailed my train of thought with another firm squeeze that pressed my cheeks together, then pulled them apart. He grunted, a sound coming from his throat, and kissed me so blissfully well that I lost my balance.

“Wait,” I said, and he was quick to pull away from me. The slightly concerned expression on his face—it existed next to the heated look of a man lost in the current of desire—smoothed out when he was sure nothing bad had happened. I only needed to pull my pants off, or else I’d die.

When they were off, abandoned on the floor, Dominic let his gaze slide slowly all over me.

It wasn’t the kind of scrutiny that made me feel like I lacked any features. He looked at me with a clearly pleased expression on his face, simply getting to know the shape of me, and his gaze lingered on my crotch.

I looked down, instantly embarrassed to find that my pale pastel blue briefs carried a fresh, dark stain where the tip of my cock stretched the fabric thin.

Dominic stepped closer, putting a hand gently on my cock, and ran his thumb firmly over the stain of my precum. He looked into my eyes as he did that, the corners of his lips lifting up fractionally, and he brought his damp thumb to his mouth. When he licked it, I lost myself in the moment completely.

“I want you so bad,” I whispered hurriedly, kissing him again.

“I’m here,” he said in a moment when our mouths pulled away. “I’m here.”

My lips parted, and he leaned into me, his hot tongue slipping into my mouth and meeting mine, tip against the tip. The sensation, unlike anything I had ever felt before, made my heart pound arrhythmically, and I allowed myself to try kissing him that way, too. He let me. His lips welcomed me, his tongue giving me no resistance as our kiss grew wetter and freer.

I wanted so much so quickly that my brain spun. I wanted to lower myself to my knees. I wanted him to throw me on his bed. I wanted us to roll on the floor in the lounge, heated by the flames in the fireplace and uncaring about the hard surface of the wooden floor.

But Dominic buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I forgot all about my fantasies. Instead of dreaming up scenarios, I let myself enjoy the best thing of all. He kissed my neck, then lowered himself to my chest until his lips were around my nipples. It provoked a high-pitched gasp from me that made him smirk, and he dropped to his knees instead of making me kneel for him. His hot lips dragged down the middle of my torso, his beard searing me wherever it brushed against my skin.

When Dominic’s lips reached the edge of my briefs, his fingers pulled the waistband down and let my underwear slidedown my legs. He didn’t seem to notice or care that my six or so inches were hardly comparable to his impressive length, and he had no idea how badly I burned with desire to see him. Instead, he licked his lips as he looked at my stiff cock standing up like a spear, the tip of it slick with precum I couldn’t stop.

Dominic opened his mouth, exhaling his hot breath as he leaned closer in, and I abruptly put a hand on his brow to hold him off, the itch and throbbing desire filling my cock and balls. Nervously, I said, “I don’t think I’ll last a minute.”

Dominic took my hand off his brow and turned it around so he could kiss my palm. Then, he looked at me with those same wolfish eyes I’d noticed the first time we’d met, but they held no cruelty in them now. Oh, no. They were the eyes of a man who could give me the world of pleasure. In a husky voice, he purred, “I’ll make sure you do.”

I didn’t know how he planned to do that, but I didn’t need to wonder.

His lips closed around the tip of my cock, sealing tightly as he sucked the air out of his mouth and embraced me in the wet, warm softness of his mouth. Leaning in, he took me half the way down, bobbed his head back, and grabbed my hips in his strong hands before taking me in deeper. The sensation was so incredible that I rose to the tips of my toes in a sudden need to act on some undefined impulse. Air hitched in my throat, strangling me as I ran my hands through Dominic’s hair, curling my fingers and holding on to him more roughly than I needed to. My upper back pressed against the door, rubbing the surface, and I was eerily aware of the smooth hardness of the wood as much as I was aware of the silky softness of Dominic’s blond locks in my hands.

The utter silence of the room, the stilled moans and held-back sighs, was cut by the occasional wet sound of Dominic’s mouth sliding up and down my hard length. The sound,something that was neither a squelch nor a smack, seemed to me louder than it had any right to be, and it dominated my ears while the faint scents of musk and sex drifted into my nostrils, mixing with the aromas of lavender, pines, and the year’s first snow. It was such a powerful cocktail of sensory inputs, snapping inside my brain at the moment of pure ecstasy, that I knew that each scent and sound I registered tonight would forever bring me back to this room and this moment in my life.

Dominic’s hands moved firmly to my ass, kneading the thick flesh of my cheeks with skilled hands that knew no mercy. The pressure, so sweet and devastating, made me grunt while I held my breath. If I exhaled, I would shatter; I knew it. I wouldn’t be able to keep myself together against the constant battering of my body, with the pleasures that threatened to rip me into pieces and scatter me through the air. The temptation was such that I almost wished to let go.

True to his word and far more experienced, Dominic slowed down at the very instant when my dick pulsed with the eagerness to reach the premature crescendo. In some wild way, I was fascinated with the ruinous feeling of longing for the ending that set in when it was denied to me. I knew I wanted this to last, but to be pushed so close to the edge, only for the ending to be removed just enough that I could see it and feel it but not get to it, was revolutionary.

My hands moved from his head to his shoulders, nails scratching his smooth skin, and Dominic sped up his rhythm, bringing me excruciatingly close to the climax, only to steal it away from me again. A moan, pained and sorry, drained out of me, and Dominic looked up.

Incredibly, the fact that he was on his knees and sucking my cock didn’t make him any smaller or weaker but larger and more incredible. Here was a man who was so strong and confidentthat he could kneel for a guy like me and still be the dominant force in this room.

I had never understood the references to the submissiveness of those who would suck a cock, gay men or straight women alike, but I had always assumed it was something that became clear to you once you’ve done it. Now, I was starting to suspect it was nothing more than an idea of some hilariously inept men.

It was an act of selflessness and caring. How could it ever diminish you? If anything, it made me more desperate to switch our positions and do the same to him.

The thought crossed my mind, and my dick jerked quickly and violently, almost spilling my cum far too soon.

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