Page 17 of The Billionaire's Naughty List

ELLIOT

This whole afternoon has been a concoction of wicked daydream and bizarre nightmare.

I press a kiss against her lips, needing the connection because this conversation is wild. But here we are. Lily in my arms, saying I deserve her.

I want to.

There’s a year worth of time and hurt feelings to make up for and mend.

But her husky confession is the best idea I've ever heard. Since the moment I plucked her out of that frigid lake, everything's felt straightforward. Like we're on the right track and there's no getting off. "If you don't want to let me out of bed, how can I resist?"

I take the final step to the big bed and lay her down on the soft quilt. The mattress is high off the ground, putting her pussy at almost the perfect height for my cock. Straightening, I coast my hands down her legs. Her ankles are still locked behind my lower back, holding me to her.

"That's the answer, Lily. I can't resist you anymore. I won't. Maybe I never should have."

She's so sexy, curvy and strong from her years riding horses and working on her father's ranch. Always competing with her brothers. Their faces flash through my mind.

She brushes the hair off my forehead, a serene and knowing smile hovering on her puffy, well-kissed lips. All thoughts and images leave my mind as I zero in on her. "You can make it up to me."

I kiss my way down to her breasts, sucking each peak to an achy point. "How should I do that?"

I want to hear the words. Want her to tell me what she wants, what she fantasized about.

"Never stop touching me."

I'm halfway to her pussy when she drops that tasty treat. Nipping the skin next to her belly button, I look up at her, meet her warm gaze. "Deal."

I touch her everywhere, filling my hands with her curves. My little Christmas vixen.

"Scoot back," I instruct, following her as she crab crawls up the mattress, making room for me between her thighs. I moan, kissing one knee, then the other. Her legs fall open, welcoming me. And I'm on her in an instant, needing a taste of her sweet little cunt.

She's hot and so wet, a sweetness I never knew existed. One I'll never get enough of. I grind my cock against the quilt, needing relief, but it's not enough. I get the sinking sensation that nothing will ever be enough again—except for Lily. Lily's touch. Her kiss. Her pussy.

I push down the thought of how I could lose my best friend over this. I could lose the family I've built.

"Elliot?" Lily's voice is full of gentle curiosity. It's almost like she can see the change in me. The fork in my road.

I'm choosing her.

Always her.

Holding her gaze for a moment longer, Iwillher to understand those things. To take them to heart and memorize them. Then I duck my head and nuzzle her mound. Kiss her clit. Then swipe my tongue through her slickness.

She gasps, reaching for a pillow and slams it over her face. With my tongue speared inside her, I shake my head, give a few quick licks and then reach for that stupid pillow.

"I want to hear you, kitten. Every last purr. If I earn them, I get to hear them."

She melts.

Right there atop the mattress. My sweet little kitten goes warm and soft, her knees lifting toward her chest, offering me better access. And because I'm not a total idiot, I take it.

Lapping at her slit, teasing her lips apart, drowning myself in her scent. Sliding a finger deep into her snug heat. God, I can't wait to do the same with my cock. To feel her strangle me.

And when I lift my head, I give her another round of filth because it makes her squirm in the best way. "You taste like heaven. Hope you're enjoying yourself, beautiful, because I want to eat this pussy every night for dessert.”

Then I get back to it. Adding another finger and shoving them deep, twisting and turning, learning everything that makes her gasp and moan.

She brushes her fingers through my hair and pleasure ripples down my spine.

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