The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

I was suddenly in his arms, our bodies pressed together, my bag falling from my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him, his mouth ravishing mine.

He tasted just the way I remembered.

The way I’d been dreaming about.

Of lust.

Desire.

Sensuality.

And the harder he kissed me, the more I felt.

He left my bag where it had landed and led me into his room, bringing me straight to the bed. He took a seat on the edge while I stood between his legs. His stare danced down my body, taking in the sight of me, the same way I had done to him in the doorway.

“It’s too warm out for that coat.” His gaze turned so hungry. I was instantly wet. “Jo, what’s waiting for me under there?”

“A present,” I whispered.

I pulled at the tie that kept the jacket secure, the sides falling open, revealing the costume.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fuck … me.” He pulled my jacket off and gripped my waist, holding me so tightly. His eyes dipped all the way to my four-inch heels, like he’d never seen me before, like his mouth hadn’t kissed every inch of my skin. “This is all for me?”

I felt like a plate of wagyu and Jenner was a ravenous carnivore.

“Every bit of it.”

He finally gazed up. “God, I’m one lucky motherfucker.” Our eyes met again. “You look fucking gorgeous.” He licked across his lips, as though he were getting ready to eat, gently tracing the area between my shirt and skirt. “Man, mmm …” He shook his head. “My dick is fucking throbbing.”

“What are you going to do to me, Jenner?” I widened my stance, revealing more of the garter belt. “I’ve been a bad, bad student.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of trouble have you gotten into?”

I shrugged so innocently. “I was caught doing something with my mouth.” I pulled on my bottom lip even though it was covered in gloss-gloss that had left a little sparkle on his lips from all our kissing. “Something that involved swallowing.”

“Jesus … yes.”

I got on my knees, the skirt lifting so high that it showed my ass as I unclasped his belt and unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper, freeing that delicious, long, wide cock. “Something like this …”

The tip had a small bead of pre-cum, glistening from the overhead light. When I’d done this in the club, the restroom stall had been slightly dark, and I’d had quite the buzz, so I couldn’t take my time or appreciate the view.

But now, I was sober.

I could see every inch of him-the veins that ran through his shaft, the bulge of his crown, the small slit with my gift at the end, the little translucent dot of cum. I stuck my tongue out, using just the tip to lick it up and swallow.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes glued to me. “You are fucking naughty.” His hand went into my hair, gripping my long locks, trying to guide my mouth lower.

But I stayed at the top, teasing around it. “Is that what you want?” I looked up at him naively. “My mouth on your cock?”

The look in his eyes was animalistic. “Fuck … yes.”

I should make him wait, test his patience, turn this into a torturous game that would result in him tying me up just to get my mouth.

But the truth was, I wanted to suck him off as badly as he wanted it.

So, I didn’t wait.

I parted my lips, and in one dip, I took in as much as I could until my throat threatened to gag.

“Goddamn it,” he roared, a sound so incredibly sexy.

I cuffed my hand around his base, leaning to the right and left as I bobbed, giving him pressure on both sides, at every angle, raising my fist to meet my lips. Even though I was sucking, my cheeks going concave, I still used my tongue, swiveling it around, allowing it to steer me up and down his dick.

And, my God, it was such a tasty one.

Wide to the point that I was almost having a hard time breathing, far too long to fit it all the way into my mouth, but a length that would easily hit that spot that was deep inside me, that would make me come after a few pumps.

A spot most men didn’t even know about.

But Jenner knew my body like we’d been intimate for years.

As though he’d studied the places that gave me the most pleasure.

As though he’d mastered me.

I didn’t let up. I didn’t slow.

With his cock teasing my throat, my tongue turning in every direction, I continued my assault until he pulled out of my mouth and said, “Get on the bed.”

His tone was hungry. Full of longing and dominance.

And that made every part of me tingle in anticipation.

I went to take my heels off, and he stopped me and said, “Leave everything on.”

The second my knees hit the mattress, he gave me a spank. A tiny yelp came through my lips. A sting followed that made me even wetter. I crawled to the head of the bed, knowing the skirt was so short that he could see my bareness, and I turned around to face him.

“Spread your legs.”

I bent my knees and gradually widened them, watching him stare at my pussy.

“Damn it, Jo.” His lips were parted, feral. A want so thick that I could taste it in the air. “You have the most stunning pussy.” He continued to gaze for a few seconds more before he said, “Don’t move.”

He went over to the closet, disappearing inside. When he returned, he had something in his hand that was white, revealing just a flash of it as he moved his arm behind his back.

“Do you trust me?” He stood at my side, his knees close enough for me to touch.

He’d never asked me that before.

He’d also never given me a reason not to trust him.

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?” His eyes narrowed. “Because this is all about trust …”

Trust.

Air was caught in my throat, making it so difficult to take a breath, my body almost shaking. “Yes.”

He brought his hand around, showing the two pieces of coiled-up rope and the blindfold sitting on his palm.

Now, I understood the question.

He was taking away my ability to touch.

To see.

And if I didn’t trust him, this wouldn’t work, nor would it be enjoyable for either of us.