Page 29 of Meet Jon, the Billionaire

“Somebody’s counting their chickens before they hatch,” I said, my brows climbing high on my face.

He settled in beside me and his eyes were tender, yet hotter than a thousand suns. “Am I?”

Jonathon leaned in for a kiss, and this time there was no preamble. Zero to a hundred miles per hour. I raked my fingers through his lustrous hair, pressing him closer to me. I just wanted to taste him, and for him to taste me.

His hand slid to my waist with a slow, sensual glide. I didn’t object when it crossed the line and dropped below my waist, out to the flare of my hip. My heart thudded in my chest as he moved it to my outer thigh.

I stiffened against him, not quite sure I wanted to go that far. He left his hand where it was, gently cupping my leg, fingers rasping but not hard. His lips trailed to my neck, where his hot tongue slid all over my skin. Soft cries and moans escaped my throat under his careful ministrations.

Jonathon’s hand slid inward, around the circumference of my stocking clad thigh, until it nestled between my legs. The fingers of his opposite hand stroked through my hair before flattening against the back of my head and neck.

Then it happened. He slid his hand under my skirt. My heart thudded like Dave Grohl doing a drum solo in a thunderstorm on a three-day coke binge. I felt the first, questing stroke of his fingertips as they slid across the thin satin triangle guarding my pussy from his touch.

Jonathon’s neck mauling continued even as he sought the zipper on the back of my dress with his other hand. The hand between my legs was in no hurry. Jonathon stroked his fingers against my pussy’s silk prison. My cunny lips got all tingly as they swelled and opened. The smell of my arousal was thick in the air, and I remembered, again, that I’d forgotten to put on perfume.

“Oh Amy,” he whispered in my ear before nibbling the lobe. “I want you so bad.”

Then move those fucking panties aside, or pull them down, or rip them off with your teeth and get to work!

I wasn’t capable of speech in those moments. But it was as if he sensed my thoughts. He slithered his fingers under the satin panel and inside my pussy. I sighed at the feeling of his tender, but deliberate explorations.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispered around my ear lobe. His fingers slipped a bit deeper inside, and he increased the pressure with his teeth. My mouth flew open in a gasp as I thrust my cunny into his fingers.

Jonathon released my ear, his tongue playfully thrusting through my silver hoop before he went back to my neck. He pulled his fingers out of me and I let out a disappointed whimper.

He silenced me with a kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, taking control as his hands tugged the shoulders of my dress down. My breasts popped out as the square neck reached my waist.

Jonathon kissed his way to my nipple, his tongue playfully lashing against it. The pink nub hardened under his attention, but God, did I want him to play with my pussy again. I took hold of the hand that clutched my opposite breast and moved it down between my legs.

Jonathon suddenly grabbed my hand and then pinned it back against the seat. I gasped, looking him in his deep blue eyes, and then smiled.

He gave my wrist a final, tight squeeze, as if to tell me not to move it, and then he returned to mauling my breasts. I couldn’t complain, though, because then he slid onto his knees on the floor of the limousine, hands disappearing under my skirt.

His fingers clawed at the waistband of my tiny silk thong. Jonathon dragged it off, and then my heart rate went into overdrive.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he put his hands on my knees and shoved my thighs wide.

“I’ve been dying to see these sexy stockings all night,” he mumbled into the flesh of my inner thigh. “The view does not disappoint.”

With that he flipped my skirt up with a quick snap of his wrist. He shoved and tucked the bottom hem into the neck of the dress, pinning the skirt out of his way.

“God, you look amazing.”

I cried out, my eyes fluttering closed. A little ripple started in my clit and spread through my body. I was so fucking ready to feel him inside of me.

“You have such a cute pussy,” he purred. Jonathon used his fingers to grip fat, swollen labia and spread them wide. “I could just stare at this all day… no I couldn’t. I could just eat this all day…”

He kissed my clitoris, very gently, and then ran his tongue through my gash. Jonathon pressed his face into my kitty, his skin soon glistening with my juices. He made hungry, growly noises as he suckled my pussy lips, stretching them with suction before letting them pop free only so he could attack the other side.

My hands twisted into fists beside my head. I longed to grab his head and shove it into my cunny, but he’d been pretty clear I wasn’t supposed to move my hands. The thought of him just taking charge of my body, and then using his control to make me feel so fucking amazing, made me cum almost as much as his busy oral ministrations.

I cried out, thrashing against the seat. I couldn’t take it anymore and my hand grabbed the back of his head. He didn’t seem to object, however, only pushing himself even harder in his efforts to please me.

Then, his lips enveloped my clitoris and he sucked like a calf on an udder. My scream split the air, and I don’t care what that fucking privacy divider was made of, I KNOW the driver heard me. I did something I never do. I squirted all over his face.

I lay there panting, floating on a pink and gold cloud as I looked down on all of creation, including my own body. The pulses of pleasure, the tremors of ecstasy continued even after he lifted his face from my crotch.

“Your pussy tastes so good,” he purred.

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