Page 155 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

Her cheeks flush crimson. “I didn’t—God, that’s—”

“Natural.” I lick the beautiful liquid on her thigh. I haven’t gotten her to squirt in a while. Not since the time I choked her.

“Skene’s glands,” I explain against her thigh. “Two little sacs near the urethra. They’re why you taste like heaven when you cum.” I brush her inner thigh with my tongue, savoring her. “And this—” I insert my fingers.

They find her again, pressing deep into that spongy ridge inside her. She whimpers. “Your G-spot. It’s the trigger. When it’s teased, those glands weep for you… slowly building, slowly... until you can’t take it anymore and beg for release. And in your case, your bladder lets go at the same time. A flood, but not urine... it’s watered down, stripped of urea. No sting, no scent. Just...you.”

She covers her face with trembling hands. “Don’t—”

“Look at me.”

She does. Her eyes blaze with humiliation and need.

“This embarrasses you?” I lap up the slick trailing down her skin. “Why?” I nip her thigh gently, possessively. “Some women weep. Some burst. You?” My laugh is all heat. “You’re a fucking fountain. And I’llalwaysthirst for more.”

“You’re... so fucking hot,” she whispers, her legs falling open wider. “Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”

I chuckle, sucking a bruise into her inner thigh. “And you, my dear, are just as fucking gorgeous.” My tongue flicks her clit, and she jerks. “Your body’s screaming for more. Let’s see how many times I can make you gush.”

The vibrator buzzes back to life. She yelps, but I hold her hips steady.

“Did I mention you’re fucking amazing,” I say, tracing her drenched folds with the toy. Then I press it to her clit and she arches off the bench.

Her second climax hits harder... a flood of warmth soaks me, her scream echoing off the mirrors. I drink her in, fingers pumping her g-spot as she writhes.

“Two,” I rasp, wiping my mouth. “And you’re just getting started.”

“More—please—” Her plea dissolves into a moan as I slide three fingers into her, then scissor them wide.

“You love this,” I snarl, thumb working her clit in rough circles. “Love being milked by me.”

“I do,” she murmurs.

I nip her folds. “You came to my penthouse. Let me fuck you raw. Let meownyou.” My fingers plunge deeper, seeking that spongy spot. “Admit it.”

“Leo—”

Her third release tears through her, a geyser of fluid splattering my chest. She sobs, thighs shaking, but I don’t relent.

“Good girl,” I praise, lapping at her oversensitive clit. “Four.”

“Again…please…”

I lean back, admiring the wreck of her... her hair tangled, her skin flushed, her pussy swollen and leaking.

“All right, one more, my vixen,” I promise, and I lift her off my body, and position her down on the soaking wet bench. I grab a strategically placed condom packet from a nearby drawer and sheathe my cock.

Then I mount her. Missionary position.

Her legs hook around my waist as I slam home.

“Fuck!” Her nails carve crescents into my shoulders. “You feel sofuckinggood!”

I lift her arms and pin her wrists, pounding into her with brutal strokes. “You want to fix me? This is how.This.”

I grit my teeth, pounding harder, faster. A jackhammer.

I lean forward, take her lips in mine. I mash my mouth against hers. Tasting, savoring, exploring.

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