The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

My back straightened, my eyes widening. “You’re closing?”

“In three days.” He kept his thumb on my lip, tracing across it. “I was going to surprise you when we got to Utah, but I think we’ve had enough surprises this week.”

I buried my face in his warmth, squeezing my arms around him. “After relocating to LA, I feel like I’m an expert mover. I’ve got this.”

“We won’t be doing any heavy lifting. I just need your input on furniture and decorations. You know, shit my decorator is going to put together for us.”

I leaned back to take in his eyes. “Us?”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Did you really think you weren’t going to be heavily involved? You’re going to be staying there as much as me. That house is for us.”

“Jenner …” I scanned his eyes, my heart beating so fast that I swore he could hear it.

“I told you forever, Jo. I meant it.”

I couldn’t wait.

I had to taste him again.

I slammed our mouths together, and his tongue found its way between my lips. His hands moved to my hips, our bodies grinding, that need immediately thrumming.

“Oh God,” I finally breathed.

He felt far too good.

His kiss.

His grip.

His presence alone.

I was wrapped up in all of it, and I didn’t want him to let me go.

He glanced around the room again and asked, “Are there any cameras in here?”

I smiled, knowing exactly where this was going. “Nope.”

“Then, what’s stopping us from getting naked?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

I tore at his tie, pulling the knot until it was loose enough to slip off his head. I then went to work on the buttons of his shirt, popping each one through the hole until he could get his arms out, the jacket coming off as well. I stood from his lap, so he could remove his pants and I could reach behind my back to lower the zipper of my dress.

Except the moment my fingers hit the tiny piece of metal, he growled, “Leave it on.” His eyes dipped to my feet. “Those too.” He pointed at the desk while he unbuckled his belt. “And I want your ass up there, sitting.”

I lifted myself onto the edge, where I’d been just a few minutes before, and watched him strip, leaving his suit pants and shoes and socks where they landed on my floor. He eventually stood in front of me, completely naked.

“Damn …” I took my time, my eyes traveling the length of him, my body lighting on fire from the sight, my pussy tingling as he pumped his cock. “For the record, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop saying that when I see you naked.”

His arms surrounded both sides of me, making me feel so tiny on this desk. “For the record, I’ll never stop worshipping your body.” He kissed down my cheek, stopping at my jaw. “It’s so fucking perfect, Jo.”

I tried to find my breath as I said, “It’s yours,” and I moaned as his mouth lowered.

His knees hit the floor, and he lifted my feet until my heels were resting on the desk, his face moving under the bottom of my dress.

The feel of his beard on my thighs and the instant lapping of his tongue made me scream, “Ahhh!”

He didn’t tease.

He didn’t drag this out.

He just went for it, lick after lick across my clit, swiping his tongue to each side, two of his fingers finding their way inside me.

He ate me like he needed me as much as I needed him.

“Goddamn it,” he hissed. “You taste so fucking good.”

I closed my legs to brush my skin across his whiskers, holding the edge of the desk because his tongue, his fingers, his power were making it hard not to fall.

Every inhale, I sucked in more air that was full of his scent.

Every exhale, I trembled from the way he was making me feel.

“Jenner!”

His tongue was brutal, not showing even the least bit of mercy as it flicked over me, going as low as my entrance, hitting each side before solely focusing on the top of my clit.

And in that spot, the strength in which he licked, the orgasm threatened to come.

My arms straightened, and my head fell back, the ends of my hair making a noise as they scratched across the desktop.

And that sound was constant because my body couldn’t stop swaying into him.

Because he never let up.

His fingers, slick with my wetness, moved in and out of me, making me cry, “Oh God,” and with each plunge, I got louder. “Fuck!”

The bottom of my dress was now so high that he was able to glance up at me, this hungry, almost-animalistic look in his eyes. “Come on my face.”

I tried to fight it.

I tried to at least hold off for a few more seconds.

But I couldn’t.

A burst of sensations exploded through me, and I shouted out in pleasure. Shudders were taking over my body, and I moaned, “Jenner,” after each wave.

My legs wobbled as I tried to keep my feet steady, but his licking was relentless, his fingering so consistent that balance was the last thing I had at this moment.

And I loved every fucking second.

When the orgasm finally began to die down, he lifted his face, his lips instantly finding mine. He meshed us together, my mouth coated in my own wetness, and before I could even take a breath, his cock thrust inside me.

“Oh my God,” I gasped.

Everything tingled.

Every part of me so incredibly sensitive.

His forehead pressed to mine, and he growled, “You’re so goddamn tight.” He kissed me again. “And wet.”

He held my waist, using my hips to pull me toward him, stroking his long, thick dick inside me. When he was fully plunged, he twisted his hips, causing me to buck, my back arching in response. He then reared back to his tip, and my body immediately missed him, begging him to enter me again.

“Faster,” I urged, digging my nails into his shoulders.

His beard scraped across my cheek, his teeth nipping the same spots he’d just roughed up with his whiskers.

That kind of pain was something I now craved.