Page 77 of Meet Jon, the Billionaire

“Oh, I think that will be apparent soon enough, my bride-to-be.” He took my ankle in his hand and kissed my calf. His butterfly soft kisses trailed up my leg, and my heart thudded hard. I could feel myself opening up and growing wet as he kissed his way between my thighs.

His hands slid up my hips, hiking my skirt up in the process. His blue eyes glittered with delight as he stared hard at my crotch.

“You’re wearing the see-through thong I bought you, I see.”

“I told you I was going to reward you,” I purred.

“As much as I like seeing you in them, right now they’re in my way. Good thing they have a—”

He suddenly yanked the panties away, exposing me to him. The thong back dragged through my pussy, dividing the lips and rubbing against my clitoris.

“—a side snap,” he finished. He stared at my now naked pussy, then stroked his finger across my swollen, glistening wet lips. “Looks like you’re warm and slippery for me already.”

I gasped as he moistened his finger with my juices and then rubbed it all around my clitoral hood. He never quite touched the little lady herself, tantalizing me with his nearness.

Slowly, he moved his face in closer, until I could feel his hot breath across my kitty. My pink folds quivered, and a needful whimper forced its way out of my mouth. His lips pressed into my nether lips, and then I felt his tongue dart down my gash like a fish darting downstream. The next lick was slow, lingering, and encompassed my clit. He dragged up with his talented tongue, playing me like an oral instrument as I let out tiny gasps, sharp cries, and long moans. I fell back against the love seat, giving myself over to him fully. Loveseat indeed, quite literally in this case.

His fingers stretched me, sliding inside of my warm tunnel and stroking with loving caresses. I felt as if my entire nervous system were building up to a volcanic eruption the equivalent of Mt. St. Helens. I worried about his upholstery in case he made me squirt again-not that I could do anything to stop it in any case—until I remembered that he was rich…

“You taste so good, Amelia,” he mumbled into my soft flesh.

His lips latched onto my clitoris, and he suckled like there was no tomorrow even as his fingers glided in and out, in and out, pressing up into my g-spot on each stroke. My fingers tightened, lacing through his fine hair as I squirmed and gasped my way to the precipice of a truly momentous climax.

He finally pushed me over the edge, and my scream pierced the air. A stream of squirt shot into his face as I thundered through my orgasm. I reared up against him, flopping around on the loveseat until I collapsed on my side.

He crawled up onto the love seat with me, and I clutched at him, barely cognizant of anything beyond the golden cloud I floated upon. I just relaxed into his arms and enjoyed the post-orgasmic bliss.

Of course, the thing about sex is, the more you have, the more you want. At least, that’s always the way it’s been with me.

I soon stirred, my lips spreading in a wide grin. I kissed him deeply, taking him by surprise. Then I straddled his thighs and started unbuckling his belt.

I smiled down at him wickedly. “You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?”

Epilogue Two

Jonathon

Amelia’s hands busied themselves with taking off my belt. She whipped it off and then folded it over in her hands, slapping it against her palm.

“Have you been a good boy, Jonathon?”

“I’d like to think so.”

She laughed and put the belt around the back of my head. Amelia used it to lift my head up enough that she could kiss my lips again.

Then she let go, the belt forgotten, and shimmied down until she could reach the fly of my trousers. She stripped them off me as I shrugged out of my shirt. Amelia finished stripping off my pants and then stood up at the end of the loveseat.

She reached up and tugged at her dress, revealing her glorious naked body inch by inch. The pink nubs of her nipples popped into view, caught by the dress’s hem and distending her breasts just a bit until they came free. Amelia tossed the dress to the side and stuck a finger in her mouth, thrusting her hip out and giving me a cheeky grin.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Oh baby, I love it,” I gasped. She was a vision of fully-realized sexual beauty. The redness on her cheeks matched the head of my throbbing cock.

“Right answer.”

She pushed me onto the thickly carpeted floor. I yelped in surprise, then laughed as she climbed atop me.

“You’re an animal tonight,” I said. “Not that I’m complaining in the slightest.”

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