Page 44 of Reign of a Billionaire
“On my face,” he grunted. “Now.”
The word cracked off the bedroom like a whip. Without meaning to, I obeyed him, scurrying off the bed and coming to stand in front of him.
“How do I do it without touching you?” I breathed. I was trembling with eagerness.
“Your knees on the armrests,” he said in a low rumble. I followed the instruction, my legs spread obscenely, my pussy on display in front of his face. My body hovered awkwardly abovehim when his next words had my legs shaking. I felt him slide down the chair slightly, so that he was positioned beneath me. “Sit that cunt down on my face. I want my face dripping with your arousal.”
My body obliged immediately. My engorged clit throbbed with an achy need as his mouth closed around it.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned loudly. Goosebumps broke along my skin. Heat bloomed in my pussy. His mouth worked its magic as he licked and sucked like his life depended on it.
My back arched and my body rocked against his mouth, needing more. I could hear the fleshy sound of his beating off—so fucking erotic.
I wheezed as I ground down against his face, my fingers digging into the headrest of the chair. My legs were shaking, my movements uncoordinated because of how turned on I was. How needy. I panted, my eyelids heavy as I watched him eating me out with a blissful expression on his face.
I writhed, rocked, and cursed. My orgasm was so close I could practically taste it. The pressure inside me wound tighter, coiling like an active volcano. He licked and sucked, his tongue penetrating my entrance, and I was convulsing, my vision going dark as the pleasure dragged me into the ether.
I shuddered against his mouth as he continued licking me, swirling all the slickness and juices, then fucking me with his tongue while I moaned incoherent words. He licked me with ruthlessness, until I began shaking, my hips rocking and chasing a second orgasm.
My body splintered into a million pieces while my mind was wiped. I screamed as wave after wave of white-hot bliss wracked my body, tearing me to pieces.
“You’ll always be mine,” he murmured, and my eyes snapped to him. His arms flexed furiously as he jerked his cock. His gaze locked on my swollen pussy, his movements rough, and mytrembling thighs lowered just as hot jets spurted all over his hard abs and my throbbing pussy. “Louisa.”
Ice froze my veins where lust and fire burned just moments ago at hearing the name I hadn’t heard voiced in so long.
Chapter 22
Kingston
She trembled, breathing hard.
My cock pushed against her hot entrance, and I watched our bodies almost join. Hers, pure as fresh snow. Mine, marred from years of fighting.
“Are you sure, Louisa?”
She was so tight, so tense. The tip of my cock was barely inside her pussy, but I could already feel her walls clenching around it.
Her eyes found mine. “I’m sure, Kingston.” Her lips peppered my flesh as she hung on to me tightly. My muscles trembled with the intense need to make her mine. “You wanted to wait; we waited. Now I’m eighteen, I want you. My first, my last, my only.”
My hips jerked and I sunk deeper, drawing a gasp from those pretty lips. “Mine,” I panted.
“Yours.” Her gaze never wavered from mine. “I’m all yours, and you’re all mine.”
I slowly pushed inside, both of us glancing down, watching my dick disappear into her body.
She clutched my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin.
“Is… it… in?” she breathed, reaching her lips up to brush against mine.
My biceps shook, not from my weight but from all the emotions and self-restraint. I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to thrust all the way in, not wanting to hurt her.
“Almost.” It was the only time I lied to her.
“I don’t think we fit,” she croaked.
“I promise, we fit.” We were the only thing that made sense in this world. “Relax, sunshine.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “You’re taking me so well. Your pussy was made for me.”
Her eyes opened, shining with pure, unfiltered love. She wrapped her arms around me, her fingernails digging into my back. Marking me, just the way I was marking her.
