Page 2 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

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Clyde suspended my hands above my head with one hand and cupped my chin with the other as his lips devoured mine.

We had left the bar ten minutes ago, and he gave me a ride in his sleek, black Bentley to a fancy hotel a few blocks from his bar. I had no recollection whatsoever of how we got safely in our room after being a hot, sexy tangled mess in the elevator.

The alcohol in my system gave me enough courage to let me playfully bite his lower lip as he pulled away from our kiss.

“You’re very eager, Bonnie,” he murmured, his voice deep and breathless. It sent a shiver down my spine.

He leaned his forehead against mine as his free hand went down my body, to my neck, and my breasts, caressing the gentle curves of my hips, and he stopped abruptly as his hands reached the end of my dress, just a few inches above my knees.

“Did I tell you that this dress makes you look sexy as sin?” Clyde’s breath smelled like mint and the whiskey he drank earlier in the bar. His hands softly brushed the skin on my thigh, making my skin crawl. “And these goddamn legs. I want to fucking see them spread wide for me.”

I agreed with a moan, and Clyde’s lips moved towards my ears. His hands moved my dress up until I could feel the coolness of the air in the hotel room against my butt cheeks. Thankfully, I was wearing the only lace thong I owned. “If I touch your pussy, will it be wet for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, praying to whoever God was listening to make this man fuck my brains out already.

Clyde moved his hand higher, and before I knew it, my dress was at my waist, and my lower body was exposed. I felt the warmth of his hand before he pulled the thin fabric of my underwear to the side, playing with my folds and finding my clit without any hiccups. My body was suddenly hyper-aware.

“Is this wet pussy for me, Bonnie?”

With how overwhelmed I was, I just nodded my head against his.

“Say it.”

“My pussy is wet for you, Clyde.”

“Good girl.” And then his hands above my head were gone, and I would have fallen forward if it wasn’t for him supporting my body.

Clyde kneeled in front of me, planted a kiss on my navel as he pulled down my thong, and he directed my right leg to rest on his shoulder, giving him better access to my pussy. He planted a kiss on my shin and my calves, then on my knees and my thighs. He looked up at me with hooded eyes before finally reaching the apex.

“Oh my, God,” I moaned, grabbing his soft, dark hair. I closed my eyes and let his expert tongue devour my soaking pussy.

“There’s no God here, Bonnie. Just me,” he said in between kisses.

His tongue circled my clit slowly with alluring pleasure. A noise escaped me when his hands squeezed my ass. I was in heaven just due to the way he sucked my clitoris, and when he chuckled, the vibration of it sent my body into overdrive.

He finally inserted his two fingers inside me and found my G-spot within three seconds. My knees buckled from the sudden delicious sensation, but he kept me steady. He was anything but gentle with his fingers. He curled them inside me, increasing the pace. In and out. In and out. The sensation was going to make me lose my mind. I could hear how wet I was for him. It was over for me when his tongue on my bud matched the pace of his fingers inside me. I whimpered from the building pleasure, my body hot and perspiring.

Clyde stood, his fingers still in me. He kissed my lips again, and I tasted myself salty and almost sweet from his mouth. “You wanted to see how good I am with my hands, baby?” He tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ears and leveled his nose to mine until our faces were touching.

“Please,” I begged, my knees shaking.

“Please, what?” His hands started to slow down from inside me, and I ground my hips against his hand in protest. “Tell me what you want, Bonnie.”

“Show me how good you are with your hands. Please.”

And, God, he did. He found the hair on the nape, and he tugged back before sucking the skin on my neck, and I didn’t care if I found myself with a hickey tomorrow morning. Then he added another finger inside me and increased his pace. I curled my hand around his neck.

“This pussy is fucking mine, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Listen to how your pussy is wet for me, baby. Do you feel how tight you are around my fingers?”

“Faster,” I begged, and he thankfully obeyed. My pussy contracted around his fingers as the tsunami of pleasure started to hit me. But the asshole stopped. My body objected, and I rubbed my hungry pussy against his hand.

“That’s right. Ride my hand like a good girl, baby.”

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