The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

I held the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, watching her choke as she took more of me in. But she never stopped, never paused. She relaxed her throat and sank down, pumping her hand before she rose to the tip and did it again. She knew the amount of tightness I needed, how hard to suction in her cheeks when she was on my crown. How to flatten her tongue when she circled down the middle.

This girl knew how to give some fucking head.

“Yesss!” I took in her face, the way her cheeks expanded around me. “That’s it.” I squeezed her hair. “Suck it. Fucking suck it, Jo.”

My balls were tightening.

My fucking legs turning numb.

“Come for me, Jenner.”

Each order became hotter.

More of a turn-on.

Demanding in a way where I wanted to give her whatever she needed.

And this one triggered the build in my body.

She still had a free hand, and knowing I was watching, she slipped it between her legs, moaning the second it touched her pussy.

The vibration moved across my cock.

“Fuck …” I rocked my hips forward. “Let me see you finger yourself.”

She only had to lift her dress a few inches before I saw her cunt.

And she had two fingers buried deep inside it.

The same place my hand had been.

The place I couldn’t stop dreaming about.

“Make yourself come,” I ordered. “I want us getting off at the same time.”

She had both arms moving, drawing out the most intense feelings from both of us, our sounds matching as they hit the air.

I couldn’t hold off for much longer.

Not with the way she was fisting me, not with the way she was chugging me down.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

It felt too good.

And every time I glanced at her, she was finger-fucking that gorgeous pussy.

Each of her breaths hit my cock; each of her moans dragged me farther in.

“Jo,” I barked, the orgasm beginning to take hold. “You’d better fucking come.”

My eyes wanted to close, but I wouldn’t let them.

I needed to see this.

I needed to watch the shudders move across her body.

“Tell me,” she cried. “Oh fuck, Jenner, tell me.”

I reared my hips back, the explosion of tingles moving through my balls and into my shaft, and the first burst shot out of me.

She didn’t need the warning.

She could feel my movements.

She could taste me in her mouth.

But if she needed words, I would give them to her. “I’m fucking coming.”

There was a change in her mouth and the way she was circling my shaft. They both came with a harder suction, like she wasn’t just taking my cum, but also trying to suck it out of me.

And with that came a whole new wave.

A whole new build.

And with each dip, she milked me more with her tongue, the shift in her throat telling me she was swallowing me down.

I clenched her hair in my fist and roared, “Oh fuck.”

I’d never felt anything like it, nothing this engrossing, this amazing.

Pleasure spread across her eyes as I shot another load, and I knew that was when she was coming, her body shaking, her balance almost wavering. But she didn’t let up. She gave me exactly what I needed, draining me, emptying me, pulling every fucking moan out of my body.

She didn’t pause until I eased my cock out of her mouth.

But once that happened, I realized her hand was still on her cunt, continuing to finger-fuck herself. And now that her mouth wasn’t full, I could really hear her sounds.

“Jenner, oh God, yes,” she cried, squeezing my shin.

One last quiver came through her body before she finally stilled.

I helped her onto her feet. Grabbing her fingers before her hand dropped, I brought them up to my mouth, licking them. “That taste …” I shook my head, making sure her skin was dry. “Goddamn it, Jo. I can’t get enough of you.” I held her face, staring into her eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”

Her body stiffened for just a second, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Someone who wants to swallow you again.”

JOANNA

W

hen I’d gotten off the plane in Vegas, my friends and I in a ride-share on the way to the hotel, I didn’t expect this week to be anything more than just fun-partying, hangovers, tanning by the pool.

But it had turned into so much more.

And now that we were on our last day here, flying out tomorrow morning, I was devastated that this trip was coming to an end.

Mostly for one reason.

A reason I didn’t want to admit.

Jenner.

Monica had seen this coming, like it was a celebrity alert broadcasted across the world. She wanted this for me-she wanted us to work.

But there were so many factors that went into play. Long-distance was only one. Relationships were hard enough. Living on opposite sides of the country, constantly missing each other, felt impossible.

Besides, Jenner hadn’t even hinted that he wanted anything to happen beyond this trip. We had exchanged phone numbers, and that was the extent of our commitment, but we were still hanging out almost nonstop. I’d spent every night in his bed, and now, both of our crews were at the pool together, celebrating our final day.

The guys had rented a cabana, and waitresses kept it filled with appetizers and liquor and mixtures. Even though we were all partying as a group, Jenner’s attention was never far from me.

Neither were his hands.

As we stood in the shallow end, they were circling my lower back, tracing the bottom of my bikini.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” I asked him-a question I’d avoided until now because it felt so final.

But I needed to prepare myself.

“The plane should be here around one.”