Page 98 of Faking it with the Billionaire
“Do it,” I say, daring him to fuck me on the bench.
He groans, and I see the inward struggle. “We can’t.” He stands and lifts me over his shoulder.
“Kyler, what are you doing?” I squeal with laughter.
My pussy throbs, and he spanks my bottom as he carries me back to the car. “Showing you who’s in charge.”
I swear I hear him growl.
He puts me down, letting me walk as we exit the park. His hand is in mine, keeping a tight grip on me, not letting me out of his sight.
The minute we reach his car, he opens the back door.
“What are you—”
“Climb in,” he says, his gaze eating me alive.
I suck in a breath and climb into the backseat. He follows and shuts the door behind himself. He’s on me in seconds, his tongue in my mouth, my fingers raking through his hair.
My insides throb, aching to feel his cock, and he’s pushing his tongue past my lips, fucking me with his mouth. I need more. Crave more with him.
I push my panties down, lifting my dress and giving him all the access that he needs. “Fuck me,” I say, wiggling underneath him. I’m not above begging at this point.
“Gladly,” Kyler rasps, staring down at me. He climbs down, guiding my legs apart and pulling them up on his shoulders as he tongue fucks my pussy.
There’s not a lot of space, but we make it work, the backseat big enough for our little tryst.
My fingers claw at his hair, his neck, anything I can grip as he shoves two fingers inside my wetness, thrusting and stretching me.
I want him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.
“You’re such a tease,” I grumble as he gets me near the edge and then pulls back, his lips trailing a path up my torso, pushing my dress higher to reveal my breasts.
“Just enjoying sex with my fiancée,” Kyler says with a wicked grin.
Except he’s not my fiancé. We’re—just dating. And that thought is lost on me when his tongue moves back down to my clit. With one hand, he’s playing with my nipple, and with the other, he pushes three fingers inside, stretching me.
I groan from the pressure, the build-up, the intensity, and his mouth doing that thing that makes me tremble and gasp for breath.
I feel myself teetering on the edge.
“Come for me, Em,” he encourages, and I tug at his pants, my fingers attempting to unzip him and free his cock.
“Not until you fuck me,” I mumble. “I want your cock in me.”
He groans and pulls back long enough to disrobe, pushing his pants down around his ankles and gripping his cock. He drags out the moment, sliding the crown of his cock across my slit.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” I grumble. “Are you going to fuck me like a man or a girl?”
He growls and pushes into me, inch by inch.
I grip the handle in the car above my head as he drives deeper inside of me. I gasp from the mixture of pain and pleasure. He’s huge, and he fills me as I groan.
“Condom,” I say.
He pulls out and grabs his wallet, grumbling when he flips the condom over and examines it. “It’s expired.”
I curse under my breath and exhale a heavy sigh. I’ve been regularly tracking my cycle. I shouldn’t be in my fertile window, and if I am, I’ll deal with it. “Just pull out,” I say.
