Page 10 of Billionaire's Runaway

“And you’re kind of a hellion.” I shrugged. “We all have our crosses to bear.” I ran a hand down her chest, cupping one of her supple breasts and rolling her taut nipple between my fingers. “But don’t worry, baby. I won’t leave you wanting.”

Her back arched at the intimate touch, a gasp rasping from her throat. My cock jumped in response, and I couldn’t wait to hear all the arousing sounds she’d make for me.

“I’m going to eat your pussy,” I whispered against her ear. “And I don’t want you to try to keep quiet. I want to hear every word, every shout, every scream. There’s no one but me to hear you, and every sound you make belongs to me. I’m going to earn them, to memorize them, so I know exactly what makes your thighs shake while you fall apart for me. So, don’t you dare hold out on me. Understood?”

She nodded, her eyes wide and her chest heaving while she drew quick, shallow breaths.

I pulled at the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Dipping low, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing the bud with my teeth for a moment before switching to the other perfect mound and repeating the action.

She moaned, and the sound was like heaven. Her reaction to me caused my precum to leak into my pants. I could already feel the sticky fluid, and I was afraid avoiding fucking her would be even more difficult than I’d thought.

Sliding down her body, I trailed my tongue over her skin, pausing to lick at her bellybutton until she squirmed and giggled. When I reached her shorts, I pulled them down, exposing her to me.

Her scent was like honey, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer to taste her. I slid my arms under her thighs, spreading her wider until I could see the dampness clinging to her pink folds.

“My God, Laura, you’re fucking beautiful,” I said, looking up her body to stare into her eyes. She met my gaze, but her lip found its way between her teeth again as if she were embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. I’m the only man who will see you like this ever again. This is mine. All of you will belong to me.”

“You’re the only one who has…like this,” she whispered, her fingers burying in my hair.

“All mine,” I repeated.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue up her slit. Her hips bucked, and a deep sigh escaped her. The tension in her body made me think she was so close to her orgasm that, if I touched her just right, she’d fall over the edge.

My thumb found her clit, and I pressed hard, fast circles over it as I slid a finger inside her channel. She cried out, her body spasming as the climax washed over her lithe body, her knees squeezing my shoulders.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I whispered, adding a second finger to her soaked pussy. “I can’t wait to feel this gripping my cock. I’m going to love fucking you.”

I slammed my fingers into her, bumping her clit with my knuckles as I finger-fucked her until she screamed my name, her body shaking with a second release.

“Stop!” she cried, sinking onto the mattress and panting. “Please, oh my God. Stop. It’s too much.”

“Are you sure?” I teased, sliding my fingers in again.

An aftershock rocked her body, and she sobbed, clutching at my arm and pulling it away from her sensitive core.

I climbed up her body and kissed her softly. Her eyelids fluttered, each time staying closed a little longer.

“You should get some sleep,” I told her again.

“Don’t leave,” she whispered, rather than chastise me, a sure sign she was spent.

“I’ll never leave you,” I promised.

I pulled her into my arms, and she laid her head on my chest, her fingers running back and forth over my pecs. In minutes, her breathing had evened out, and she’d fallen into a deep slumber.

“I love you,” I whispered, before placing a kiss on the top her head. “And I’m never, ever letting you go.”

Five

Laura

“You’re almost twenty-three,” I muttered to myself as I left my bedroom, dressed in jeans and a loose red, V-neck tee. “Stop being an idiot. It’s not like he’s your first experience.”

No, Luke was the second and I barely remembered the other guy’s name. He’d been an act of defiance at a frat party I wasn’t supposed to be at, a jock who’d fuck any girl willing to be his flavor of the night, no strings attached. He’d been a means to an end. Me giving up my virginity on my own terms, and I had no regrets.

But Luke? He meant something. I cared about his opinion and where this was going with us. Had he enjoyed last night, even though I’d been the only one getting pleasure? Did he think I was selfish for that?

Unsure of things, I’d been delaying all morning. As an early riser, I usually would have left my room long before now and been well on my way to completing the never-ending list of goals I set out for myself.

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