Page 36 of Beauty and the Billionaire

Dominic pulled his head back, licking his wet lips and smirking slightly when his wolfish eyes met mine. “That was a close one,” he said.

I shuddered. “It felt incredible.”

With his hands still on my ass, Dominic leaned it and pressed his extended tongue against the base of my cock, then dragged it slowly to the tip, licking off his saliva and my precum with a satisfied sigh. “You’re fucking delicious,” he purred.

“Let me suck you,” I said hurriedly, unable to contain this flash of desire.

Dominic stood up, put a hand on the side of my face, and brought his lips close to mine. I could smell myself on his breath. The realization made my face burn, and I opened my mouth to accept his wet, naughty kiss. Those were the flavors of my body that dripped onto my tongue and sank into my taste buds. The idea was so powerful that it stopped my breathing.

Finding my hand, Dominic led me to the bed and lay on his back. His cock was a dark, thick mound in his black underwear, and its silhouette made my heart stumble. He was at least twice as long as me and thicker by a great deal, but if something worried me, I left those concerns for later.

Now, just for a moment or two, I wanted to fly. I climbed into his bed, kneeling and crawling higher until I could lean down and suck his dark nipple, and then I stopped. I savored the fact that my lips around his nipple covered his flesh with goose bumps.

I kissed him, licked him, and breathed all over him as my heart beat faster and my body heated up. The lingering expectation that I would do something stupid, something laughable, was leaving me, and I understood that it wasn’t an act that could be wrong, only the person you were with. And Dominic was not at all the cold, detached, judgmental man I had thought he was. Dominic was a generous lover beneath the hard exterior, and he accepted all that I was willing to give.

My fingers found the waistband of his underwear, and I pulled it down clumsily, catching his cock in the tangle of fabric. It made him hiss and bite his teeth, his abs tensing madly, and I tried again, mindful of how hard he was.

When I pulled his underwear down, his dick stood stiff a few inches above his abdomen, short hair covering the skin around it and fading into a happy trail that disappeared at his belly button.

I wrapped my fingers around his girth and stroked him slowly, proudly thinking to myself that I, at least, had plenty of experience with that. Even so, it was odd to do it to someone else, and the knowledge that I was holding him in my hand was enough to awaken a fire in my groin that begged my hand to play with my cock as well.

I resisted. Instead of touching myself, I pressed my left palm against the bed, feeling the smooth fabric of Dominic’s dark linens, and I used my right to make him feel good. Judging by the sighs and gasps, I was doing a fair job.

When I leaned down, observing his muscular abdomen and the impressive size of his cock, Dominic whispered, “Softly. Slowly.”

I nodded and inhaled the scent of him, creating another memory that would burn itself deep into my brain, into my very soul, and live with me for the rest of my days.

My lips parted, and I felt him under the tip of my tongue. He was softer and smoother than I’d expected, although I couldn’t tell why I’d thought it wouldn’t be exactly like this. My expectations were wiped clear from my memory as the reality slowly set in.

“Relax,” Dominic said, and I realized I was holding him in a tight grip of my right hand, lowering my head down the upper half of his cock.

I loosened my fist quickly, glancing up and meeting his gaze.

His eyes widened. “Look at me like that,” he said softly, but his tone carried a command that removed so much of my fears of failing him. He knew that I needed to be told what to do.

I lowered myself more, feeling him under my tongue until the tip of his cock pressed against the roof of my mouth. It made him wince, the corners of his lips lifting in a half-smile of fascination. He held my gaze, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I looked to him in that instant, my wide eyes on him and his dick halfway in my mouth. Did I look like someone he would be proud of having? Like someone he would remember? I pushed that thought aside and bobbed my head lower, feeling my throat constrict abruptly at the first contact.

“Easy,” he whispered carefully. “Do it slowly. Get used to it.”

From that moment on, I did. I slowed down, working his tip with my mouth and tongue. I let myself feel the rim of the head of his cock, to feel the slip at the tip of it, and cup his balls in my hand. My breaths were quick, air traveling in and out of my lungs through my nose, the flow getting cut often when I took him deeper into my mouth.

Dominic tucked his hands under his head and watched me suck him, never breaking the contact between our eyes. Hegrunted and huffed, throbbed in my mouth, and tensed his abs. His lips formed an impressed little O, and he lifted his hips lightly off the mattress, sliding himself deeper into me.

I held down a sudden need to cough, tears shooting into my eyes. He was barely toying with my throat, yet I couldn’t take much more of him.

“Perfect,” he whispered, swinging his hips slowly and smoothly up and down while I held my mouth open for him. “That’s so fucking perfect.”

I wasn’t sure if he was just encouraging me or if it really felt that good, but I knew I adored every instant of it. I wanted him like this, flat on his back and naked and deep inside my mouth. I wanted him to love this and to want this again and again.

And when the tears that inexplicably welled in my eyes blurred my vision, I pulled back, heaving a deep breath of air into my burning lungs. When had I stopped breathing? I couldn’t remember. All I knew was that the unique flavor of him was still on my tongue, and I never wanted to mask it with another.

“I want you,” I whispered, then decided I was braver than that. “I want you to fuck me.”

Dominic sat up and slammed his mouth against mine, kissing me and sucking my tongue into his mouth for a long time before shifting us around and laying me down on my back. “Turn around,” he said once I was flat on the bed.

And I did, not sure what was going to happen next.

“We’re going to do this slowly,” Dominic promised.

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