Page 99 of Most Eligible Billionaire

“Well, you have quite the low opinion of poor Smu—” My words die in my throat as rough fingers yank aside my soaked panties and invade my soaked folds, sliding, stroking.

Pleasure sparks through me. My knees turn to jelly.

“You are so wet.” He’s pushing my panties down my thighs, down my legs, pulling and mauling them off. “You kill me. You kill me with your secret hotness.”

He grips my calf. “Up.”

Shaking, I comply. He frees me from my panties, fingers and fabric a whisper against my ankle. He guides my leg over his shoulder, opening me to him. The air hits my heated core.

I grip the rail on either side of me, pulse racing. I have no right to be here.

I have no right to this man.

He kisses my bare mound, mauling it with his mouth, edging his lips deeper between my folds. I let out a strangled cry when he hits my clit.

Confident hands press the flesh down there wider. I squirm and whimper as he swipes a tongue over the length of my seam.

He holds me tight. “Vicky, Vicky, Vicky,” he breathes into my heat, licking me mercilessly. Rough whiskers abrade my inner thighs.

I feel wild. My blood rushes thick, like warm honey, throbbing through my veins.

“I have needed this,” he breathes, “so damn long.” His every word tickles my clit. “So damn long. I have needed this for so long.”

Then his tongue is on me, soft and warm and long and flat.

My shoulder blades press against the wall as he strokes me higher, stoking a tidal surge of feeling into the tip of my bud.

Every lap of his tongue builds the feeling higher. His licks are relentless. Merciless. Brilliant and driven, like him.

He changes his tongue. It feels pointy and stabby now. “Please, Henry, please.”

Harsh fingers grip my thighs. His tongue seems actually to curl against my bud.

“I didn’t know a tongue could do so many…shapes.”

He stops licking and looks up at me, dark hair wild, eyes glittering. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“That’s what you’re getting out of all this?” he asks. “The wonderful world of the human tongue?”

“No! Please, go back!”

“I love how wet you are for me.” He traces a drip of wetness on my thigh to where it disappears. He finds another.

I need him so bad, I’m shaking. “You have to go back.” Sweat trickles down my spine. “Please.”

“You’re even hotter begging like this.”

I grip the rail. “Please.”

His mouth is near my clit again—I can tell by the heat of his breath. He holds me in place, traps me with his hands and mouth. I’m his prisoner.

Finally his mouth is back on me again. He feasts on me. I whimper and squirm.

Hot, determined fingers dig harder into my ass as he licks me into a frenzy. The world begins to dissolve around me.

When he sucks the bud of my clit into his mouth, my breath goes shallow. “Oh,” I say. One short, sharp word.

He gives it another pull and the pleasure crashes over me, crashing and breaking over me like a wave. Explosions of surf and pleasure and white-hot light.

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