Page 78 of The Thing About My Secret Billionaire
“Thank God.” I kick my jeans onto the pile of clothes at the end of the cot.
“But first,” he says, “I want to taste you. To look up and watch you come on my tongue.”
My clit throbs so hard it might happen just from him talking about it. “That’s probably going to take about three seconds.” I lie back down.
He drops the condom by my side as his hands slide up my body to my breasts and his mouth drops between my legs.
“Oh my God.” If there are ten levels of pleasure, the first touch of his tongue shoots me straight to level nine.
My arms fly over my head, my hands finding the top of the cot and clinging for dear life.
“You look so fucking beautiful.” His stubble tickles my inner thighs as he speaks.
His hand leaves my left breast and reappears in my senses right at my entrance.
“Oh God.” I twist, writhing as if I’m trying to get away from the fingers he’s sliding inside me, when all I want to do is stay.
His mouth is warm and wet, the sucks and circles of his tongue perfect, the thrusts of his fingers inside me just the right speed, his thumb on my nipple just the right pressure…and…oh God…here I go…
I allow myself to break. To give myself wholly to this man who is everything he thinks he’s not, who’s fought to get where he is, who saved his family and right now might just be saving me.
Through my own cries I catch Miller saying, “Beautiful,” as I reach the crest.
He keeps me on the top of that wave and holds me there for an unimaginably long time. Fireworks explode in my head, like every new year celebration around the world is being held all at once inside my brain. Over and over they pop and fizz, before I crash over the edge and tumble down the other side.
“Oh my God,” I manage once I return to reality.
“I’m happy you liked it.” Miller eases his fingers from me with care and rises up on his knees between my legs.
I have never seen such a vision in my life. From his powerful thighs to his six-pack abs, his broad firm pecs to the curve of his shoulders, the swell of his biceps and the chiseled, smiling face that tops it all off.
He reaches for the condom and rips it open.
“Ready for number two?” he asks as he rolls it onto the most handsome dick I have everseen in my life.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” I tell him. “I’ve never…”
I trail off because it doesn’t seem right to refer to other sexual experiences right now.
“You’venever?” He leans over me, one hand next to my face, the other guiding himself to my entrance. “Then I am definitely holding on until you have.”
Oh Christ. Then we could be here for a week, because not once in my life have I ever come twice in succession.
I cry out as he pushes inside me.
“Did I hurt you?” The genuine concern in his voice is yet another sign that I’m doing this with the right person. He’s a good man.
“No. Not hurt.” I rest my hands on the soft skin just above his waist. “It’s good. It’s all good.”
He glides slowly inside me with gentle pulses until I am full of him and he is balls deep in me.
“Jesus, Frankie.” He makes tiny slow thrusts. “You’re so fucking wet, and so fucking warm and feel so fucking good.”
Good doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels. In this moment I’m complete. Like I was put on this planet to have Miller inside me. Like it’s my life’s purpose.
He lowers himself onto his elbow until his mouth is by my ear. His breaths are deep, heavy, and sexy as all hell.
“You are so going to come again.” He speaks in time with the rhythm of his easy thrusts.
