Page 99 of Faking it with the Billionaire
“Are you sure?”
“I was,” I say with a nervous laugh, but he doesn’t sound confident, which is rattling me.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips and guides my dress back down. “How about we finish at home, in a real bed, and I worship you the way that you deserve?”
I groan, but he’s right. We shouldn’t be doing this in the back of the car. We’re adults, not teenagers trying to hide it from our parents.
The minute we get home, Kyler makes sure that the nanny is asleep in the guest room before he joins me in our bedroom. It feels weird to refer to it as our bedroom, but I like sharing his bed with him.
I find it funny that Lia never asked about us sleeping in different rooms when we pretended that we were together. Maybe she saw through the charade, or she was polite enough not to ask.
I toss my dress and my panties off, climbing onto Kyler’s bed.
“Get over here,” I say, gesturing for him to join me as he loosens the buttons free on his shirt.
He’s methodical and takes his time, watching me as he undresses. “Touch yourself,” he commands. “I want to see what you like.”
My nose scrunches up. “Really? I’m lying here naked, waiting for you, and you want me to masturbate?”
“Yes, that’s hot,” he says, and I swear there’s steam emanating from him.
I exhale a nervous breath and let my fingers wander across my stomach, and I tease apart my folds. I’m still achy and wet from our little adventure in the backseat of his vehicle.
“Spread your legs. I want to watch,” Kyler says, and he lets his dress shirt hit the floor as he stalks toward the bed.
I inhale sharply, and his gaze is transfixed on my pussy as my fingers trace a path along my lips, teasing myself, going slow.
He unbuttons and unzips his trousers, letting them hit the floor. His cock is standing at attention in his boxers, and he removes the last thread of clothes as he crawls onto the bed.
The mattress dips, and I bend my knees, giving him a view of my pussy lips as I touch myself. My fingers slowly caress my labia, the blood flowing and warming my body from head to toe.
“You’re flushed,” he says, watching me, a twinkle in his eyes.
“And wet,” I say, letting my fingers graze over my pussy, and I slide the tip of one finger inside, coated with juices.
This time, he captures my hand and brings his mouth to my fingers, sucking the liquid and swirling his tongue around my finger.
I whimper, and he straddles me, pushing my arms into the mattress, pinning me down. “I like it when you do what I ask. Watching you touch yourself, it’s a huge turn-on.”
The room swelters, and he kisses me. “Don’t be embarrassed. There’s no reason to feel bad about giving yourself pleasure.” His lips move down my body, and he’s back where he was earlier. This time, he’s tongue fucking my pussy.
My breathing is labored, and my fingers tangle in his hair.
The room is warm. My body tingles with pleasure from head to toe as he makes my toes curl.
I swear I can feel the smile on his lips when my hips gyrate and buck off the bed. “Slow down,” Kyler says. “We have all night to enjoy this together.”
“All night?” I pant, already breathless. I need to feel his cock inside me. Is he going to tease me all night until I’m on my hands and knees begging him to fuck me like a good girl?
“You heard me, babe. All fucking night long.” He fingers my pussy, and his tongue teases my clit, making my hips rock back and forth, needing more, desperately craving release.
“Kyler,” I moan, his name spilling from my lips.
“Don’t come yet. I want you to come with my cock inside you,” he says.
I moan, and my pussy walls clench down on his fingers. “I’m close,” I rasp, feeling the edge coming for me, and he pulls away, grabbing the condom and sliding it on before gliding into me.
Every sensation inside my body is on overdrive. I tingle all over, like electricity runs through my veins.
