Page 11 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

Instead, I just kept thinking I should have worn sexier underwear. My plain white satin panties were comfy, but not something a sexy woman in a movie would wear.

If he cared, he didn’t say anything. Evan’s fingers traced through the groove of my pussy, separated from my skin only by the satin panties. My hips moved of their own accord as I thrust myself against him.

“Oh, do you like that?” His voice was a velvety soft whisper, caressing my ears and tickling my brain with delight.

“Yes,” I cried sharply as he continued to toy with my pussy through the panties.

He hooked the fingers of one hand into the hemline of the panties and tugged the fabric to the side. I bit down on my bottom lip and felt a rush of shame, my cheeks turning purple with it. He could see how my body was so ready for him, so wide open and dripping wet.

“Your pussy is even cuter than I thought it would be,” he rumbled. “In fact, it’s the cutest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I stared up at the stratosphere as we sailed through the heavens. Literally and figuratively. Evan gently stroked his finger along my swollen outer labia, getting his fingers wet with my juices. Slowly, he rubbed me from the base of my clit down to the pink trench between my wide-open pussy lips.

Evan’s explorations felt amazing. He let out grunts of awe and delight as he opened my petals and divulged so many of my secrets.

“You have a very responsive pussy, Amanda,” he whispered. His face hovered inches from where his fingers played.

“Not usually,” I gasped, and it was the truth. I’ve had a couple of guys try to pleasure me with their hands or even their mouths and they just fumbled around so much it killed the mood.

Evan played me like an instrument and let me know that there were things I liked I hadn’t even thought of. His fingers slipped inside of me, causing my mouth to fly open. A second later, I let out a high-pitched cry as he latched onto my left pussy lip and suckled like a greedy calf.

My hands went to the back of his head on instinct. His hair felt so good, so luxurious in my fingers. The sexy grunts and growls he issued into my skin let me know just how much fun he was having giving me pleasure.

I could say Evan was a ruthless businessman and master manipulator. I could not say he was a selfish lover. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He hadn’t even tried to extort a promise of reciprocation before going down on me. He did it because he wanted to.

Because he knew doing it would get me off.

I twisted and writhed under his tongue. I was grateful for the engine’s background hum to drown out my sharp cries and deep moans. No one would possibly mistake what we were doing backthere if they could hear.

I glanced off to the side, through the clear cabin wall, and spotted another plane in the distance. The thought that I was exposed to them was downright silly, considering the distance, but the lack of opaque walls made it feel that way.

He tugged his head backward, stretching my pussy lip out in the most delightful way. He let it slip from his mouth, and then dove after the one on the opposite side. All the while, he worked his fingers in gently, moving them about in slow, sensual circles. I think he had three in me at that point. My body just opened up and welcomed him inside.

Evan moved his mouth upward, extending his tongue and licking my clitoris, mound and all, with thorough firmness. My mouth flew open with a long, guttural moan. Pleasure throbbed through me. I was so close to orgasm.

So fucking close I almost couldn’t stand it.

He licked me again, nudging me up and along, but not over the edge. Evan slowed his pace, both his fingers and his tongue. Every lick pushed me right up to the brink of coming hard, but then he would move away, and I would settle down just enough that the next lick wouldn’t suffice.

“Oh god,” I cried. “Oh god, please.”

It was all I could form the words to say. Evan latched onto my clitoris with his lips. I sucked in a rasping, ragged gasp of air as he suckled intensely. The next moment I let it out as I crashed, stampeded, and trampled over the precipice of orgasm. I camehard. All of that teasing built me up like Mount Saint Helens.

Contractions seized my body as pulse after pulse of pleasure flooded my system. I stared up at the sun-dappled clouds in the sky and felt as if my soul dwelt there among them. For a moment I felt connected to everything, most of all Evan.

He lifted his face from my crotch, dripping wet with my juices. Evan rose to his feet and pulled his shirt off. I gaped at the sightof his chest. He looked like a professional athlete, rippling with chiseled muscle. His broad shoulders tapered down to a leanly muscled waist. Then he stripped off his pants, and between the pillars of his thighs I saw the bulge in his silk underwear.

Evan was so caring, so nurturing that I couldn’t reconcile it with his ruthless public persona. I couldn’t believe that anyone who could make me feel that amazing and be that selfless while he was doing it could be a ruthless bastard. His eyes made me want to melt; they weren’t cold at all.

I reached up and pulled his underwear down. He laughed and petted the back of my head as I stripped him. I stared at his shaven cock, and it was magnificent all right. Not practical-joke big, butdamn. A thick vein curled around the edge of his shaft, throbbing with the beating of his heart.

Evan lifted me to my feet, then tugged the hem of my cami top. I lifted my arms over my head so he could take it off of me. He mashed his lips against my own the second the cami hit the floor. I moaned softly into his mouth, and I realized it was our first kiss.

He was a hell of a kisser. Not darting his tongue in and out like a lizard or anything. He tasted damn good and took charge. Only he didn’t take charge so he could get what he wanted. He did it to givemewhat I wanted. I surrendered to his sensual embrace, basking in the glow of his intense desire.

I slipped out of my panties and shimmied out of the skirt as he came up for air. His hand caressed my cheek. Evan’s gaze emanated heat on a lot of levels as he took in the sight of my fully nude body.

Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around to face away from him. Evan pushed me forward until my hands slapped on the tabletop. He moved up behind me, soft palms accessing the curve of my hips. I sighed, staring up into the sunset sky through the see-through cabin panels.

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