The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

I’d only known him for a little over a week, but I didn’t sense he would do something I couldn’t handle. From what I could tell, Jenner was all about pleasure even if there was a small amount of pain involved.

“I trust you.”

He waited in case I changed my mind.

When he felt like he’d given me enough time, he lifted my arm and wrapped the rope around my wrist, tying me to the headboard. It wasn’t tight enough to burn me, but it was strong enough that I couldn’t move. He did the same to my other hand and then knotted the blindfold behind my head.

My world went completely dark.

I felt him move somewhere between my legs.

I heard his breathing.

Since I had to rely on my other senses, they were heightened, on overdrive, taking in every hint.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”

His words vibrated through me, and I felt each syllable.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“You’re breathtaking-every fucking bit of you. I can’t stop staring at you. I can’t believe that I get to lick every inch of you and fuck you and do whatever I want to you …”

My back arched, his words as stimulating as foreplay, like a wave of air passing over me that made every part of me shiver. But as I flattened against the bed, there was movement from him, and my body immediately broke out in goose bumps when his hand landed on my thigh.

My breath hitched.

His fingers only gave me a light skim, but I still felt them everywhere, the fire igniting within me and spreading.

“Ahhh,” I moaned.

“It feels different, doesn’t it?”

He knew.

Because I was sure he’d done this before, and that didn’t surprise me.

“Yes,” I admitted, gasping as he traced my other leg. “Completely different.”

“Sensitive in a way you’ve never felt.”

I sucked in a mouthful of air. “Yesss.”

His lips were on me now-the only way I knew was from the wetness of his tongue. They started at my knee, kissing higher, leaving crumbs of tingles. His mouth wasn’t moving fast, but it was still hard to distinguish his whereabouts because his hands were everywhere-across both legs, flirting with the bottom of my skirt, taunting my inner thighs.

It all felt so good.

I wasn’t breathing.

I was only moaning.

And I couldn’t stop.

When I could finally suck in a breath, each exhale dragged through my lungs before I quickly filled them again. I couldn’t hold on to air for too long. I needed the release. I needed to control something, my breathing the only thing I had power over.

His lips went higher.

I still couldn’t tell his precise location. Sensations were starting to jumble, touches were turning to licks, kisses were now bites. My body was overwhelmed. I couldn’t grip, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t prepare.

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And listen.

And feel.

And when his mouth eventually landed on my pussy, there was a pounding in my ears, a tightness in my throat, a lifting of my back.

“Mmm, Jo. You taste so fucking good.”

His tongue shot a bolt of energy through me, and I no longer felt my movements.

I’d even lost control of that.

I only felt him.

And it was a kind of pleasure I’d never had before.

Never one that was this intense. Never one that dragged a full scream from my chest as the mere flick of his tongue.

A flicker across the top of me. A long, thorough lick over the whole length. A quick bite, and then he sucked me into his mouth, brushing my clit with his tongue, instantly starting a build from somewhere in my body.

“Jenner!”

His fingers were teasing my pussy, circling, spreading my wetness before they plunged inside.

Not one.

I could feel two.

This was the most ruthless, melting combination.

The nibbling and licking.

The sucking.

The fingering.

I was gone.

Lost to what was happening in this incredible darkness that seemed to only bring me there faster.

“Oh fuck!”

I strained my wrists against the rope, trying to reach for him, for something, to hold on to anything, but I couldn’t.

And it soon didn’t matter.

“Tell me, Jo.” He licked harder. “Fucking tell me how good this feels.”

His tongue took no pause. It was after one thing, and my body was giving it to him.

“Oh God, I can’t make it stop.”

“Then, don’t.”

My knees fell inward, and he pushed them apart. My head fell to the right and then left, my back rising.

“I want to feel you come.”

That was all it took-that one tiny order-and my orgasm was stretching across my navel, into my nipples, going as low as my feet.

“Jenner!” I cried. “Yesss!”

It held steady, never wavering, never letting up.

“God, that’s one fucking gorgeous sight.”

I shouted, “Fuuuck,” and my fingers clenched like a pillow was underneath them.

“You look so sexy when you come.”

And it was still building, still throwing me toward that highest peak, where I felt nothing but this wild, pure satisfaction.

But something happened.

Something that made it even more mind-blowing.

He put a wet, primed finger in that forbidden back hole.

I couldn’t tell how far he went in, but an entirely new feeling was moving through me at a speed as fast as my climax.

A feeling so foreign because no one had ever been back there before.

I didn’t know what to expect, if it would add to what I was already experiencing.

But when I took my next breath, I moaned so loud that it felt like my body was making just as much noise as my mouth.

The combination was beyond words.

Beyond enjoyment.

And he was giving me quickness and more pressure, pulling what he needed from me-all of it adding to this storm.

My orgasm erupted.

“Oh my God!”

The rush, the shudders-now, I really couldn’t breathe.