Page 30 of The Billionaire's Naughty List

“So those sounds were real,” he murmurs. “You like performing, don’t you? Getting strangers off. Making them want you. Makingmewant you.”

His voice is deeper than before, hard with frustration. My core clenches around nothing and I whimper as I nod. He picks up the white frosting bag and aims it at my right breast.

I gasp when the sweet glob hits my nipple.

“God, I can’t wait to make a mess of you, Lily. Just like you’ve made a mess of me.”

He decorates my other breast, then tosses the bag aside before his thumbs sweep through the frosting, smearing it over my skin. I press myself into his hands, needing a firmer touch. As much fun as I have in front of the camera, it’ll never be as good as when he plays with me.

Uncaring of his sticky hands, he grabs my hips and turns me, eyes narrowing in on my sugar-coated nipples.

“You’re too good to be true, Lily. A fantasy come to life.”

“I am to please.”

“I’m kicking myself,” he murmurs as he bends over me, hand boosting my right boob.

“Why?” I reach for his cock.

“I could have had this for the last year, but I was too stupid to see what you were offering.”

I give him a firm stroke just as he latches onto my nipple. He sucks hard and I whimper, knees giving. He holds me up, pins me in place, and doesn’t stop thrashing me with that talented tongue until I’m clean of frosting.

“You think I was offering this last year?”

He switches breasts. “Weren’t you?”

I close my eyes. He knows me so well. But I like to keep him on his toes. “Perhaps.”

“Minx!”

His lashes flare with challenge and all softness leaves him. He spins me around again, pressing me tight to the hard countertop. My hands land on my cookies, crushing them. Frosting oozes between my fingers.

“You can play hard to get, Lily, but you’ve already agreed you’re mine.”

Gosh, I love sassing him. His hands are rough, positioning me exactly how he wants me: ass up, head down.

He yanks my panties down, leaving them stretched between my knees. Then he gives my ass a little slap.

“Say it.”

“Hmm?” I know what he wants. Not giving it to him makes me so fucking wet.

He kneels behind me, shoving the chemise up my hips and pulls my hips back until I’m spread for him. Cool air caresses my most heated skin. He spanks me again and I yelp, the sting hot and pleasurable. My nipples are impossibly tight against the cold granite.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Oh—” I wave my ass in his face.

He traces my slit with the tip of his finger before dipping inside. The tease. He doesn’t give me more than a knuckle’s worth.

“Elliot—”

“Lily—”

He laughs at my grumble and seals his mouth over my pussy.

“Oh! Yes?—”

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