Page 34 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“You were always a beautiful sight,” he pointed out, “and that much more when you’re touching yourself.”

He lay down in between my legs, his lips finding mine and his hands roaming over my body. Then his kisses cascaded down on the side of my lips, on my chin.

He nibbled the lobe of my ear before sucking on the skin of my neck, then my collarbone. And finally, his lips found my erect nipples.

His mouth devoured them, and his other hand cupped my sensitive tits, playing with them. I panted, my hands caressing his sculpted back, my legs going around his waist. I groaned, feeling the beautiful sensation of him worshiping my body.

“Your body is amazing.”

“Hmm…”

“Are you tired already?” He looked up at me, and I met his gaze, my eyes heavy with heat and intimacy. I didn’t know why he was still talking to me when I was going crazy waiting for him to do something.

“Shut up, Ben,” I playfully snapped. “Hurry up and touch me.” The look from him that followed told me I shouldn’t have said it because he gave an evil smirk before continuing kissing his way down my body until he reached the most sensitive part.

“You taste so sweet, Chloe. There hasn’t been a day when I didn’t think about you since I left that night. Is your pussy still as sweet as I remembered, baby?”

“Ben.” I didn’t know about how my pussy tasted, but I was sure that his tongue was as amazing and still an expert at devouring me.

He grabbed a hold of my thighs and pulled me down the edge of the bed, where he was kneeling on the floor. It gave him better access.

Thankfully, I was on my back this time because if I was standing, I might already have dissolved into a puddle on his carpeted bedroom floor.

“Answer me. If I taste your pussy, will it be as delicious as before?” He stopped eating me out, and a frustrated growl climbed out of my throat. Christ, I didn’t know I was this deprived after two years of no sex.

“Oh my God, yes,” I whined.

“Is this pussy wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“My pussy is wet for you.”

“Very good.” With that, he returned to playing with me, his tongue circling around my clit, while both his hands reached out to mine, our fingers intertwined. And my body was so sensitive I actually thought I was going to come any second. And he hadn’t even actually touched me enough.

I arched my body as the sound of my wetness and his groans filled the room. Then he pulled away a quick second to catch his breath and lick his lips.

Our eyes met in the dim room, and out of nowhere, he spit at my pussy, his warm saliva dripping down from my clitoris and coating my folds. Jesus, that was hot.

He repeated the motion in my pussy, his tongue tracing the folds. Then he placed a kiss—two kisses there and paused, standing from his position.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do. I want you to touch yourself. And I’m going to watch you until you come.”

“What?” Masturbating wasn’t new to me, but having to perform it in front of someone made me blush. It seemed like an intimate thing to do.

“Trust me?”

“I do.”

“Then just follow along with what I say, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I want you to spread your fucking legs for me like a good girl.” I did. I spread them wider for him, and Ben sucked on his lower lips as he studied my glistening pussy. “Just like that.”

“Fuck, Ben.” The anticipation was killing me. But I knew that if I’d just followed the rules, there would be a sweet reward.

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