The Billionaire’s Bun In Her Oven - Ellie Rowe Page 0,30

close, I pull my mouth away. She gives a moan that’s part disappointment and part expectation.

I lick the length of her thigh to her knee, then take her leg off my shoulder to stand. She kisses me, our tongues deep inside the other’s mouth. For a moment, we break apart and our eyes meet.

Her eyes mirror the same passion I’m feeling.

It’s like sitting after waiting for your table and starving for an hour because you haven’t eaten all day. We’re that hungry for each other, and it’s clear the meal we’re craving for, is us.

Twenty-Three

Cynthia

I watch hungrily as Stephen wipes his lips with his thumb. I grab his chin and pull him to standing, tearing at his shirt. I want his clothes off. Now.

He presses his lips against mine as he strips off his button-down. I love the feel of my breasts pressed against his warm, hard, broad chest. When he’s finally free of his shirt, his arms lock around my waist.

He snakes one hand down the back of my skirt, grabbing a fistful of my ass. I cry out, and he bites my lip as punishment. My legs feel like jelly from the feel of his tongue swirling inside me, but I allow him to move me from the door to the couch.

I push him gruffly, and he falls back against the soft cushions. Dropping to my hands and knees, I slink toward him like a cat. When I slide my hand up his pants legs, I stop to rub his hard bulge, receiving a groan of approval before I attack the clasp and zipper.

When I’ve stripped him free of his pants, I start at his ankle, planting hot, wet kisses up his leg until I’ve reached his cock. Teasing my fingers on the waist of his briefs, I watch his lip curl with delightful impatience.

I rip his briefs down, exposing his immaculate dick, and quickly lowering my mouth into him. He groans as my tongue circles his shaft. My lips create pressure, as I let him reach the back of my throat.

I moan against him as I finger his balls, my other hand tracing that sexy v-line where his muscled abdomen meets his hip. I can feel his breathing change and I know he wants to be inside me.

Pulling him out of my mouth, I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, keeping my eyes on him. I add more saliva before resting it between my breasts, squeezing them together as I move them up and down his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, sitting up on his forearms to watch the show. “Get over here, now,” he demands.

I answer, releasing him from my breasts and climbing on top of him. He kisses me greedily, his fingers tangling in my hair as I grind myself down on top of him.

He pulls away gently, so I fall back from him. He reaches between my legs, and grabs my panties, slipping them down my legs and tossing them aside.

“Feel me,” I beg and grab his hand to slip his fingers inside me. “I’m so fucking wet.”

He rubs my clit, pounding his fingers into me before he can’t take it any longer.

He pulls out his fingers and rips off my skirt. Then, grabbing my thighs roughly, the way I like it, he pushes himself into me.

I arch my back and offer myself up to him, letting him control how deep and how hard he wants to fuck.

“Here,” he grabs a pillow and slips it under my back, granting him a whole new angle to access me.

I moan at the new sensation and look up to see him grinning. That’s fine, asshole, you can gloat for now.

“Yes,” I moan, and he starts thrusting harder. The sound of our bodies meeting is turning me on at a whole new level.

He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, upping the depth of his penetration. I gasp and hook my ankles behind his head. The mixture of pleasure and pain are all I can take. I come, hard, moaning at each thrust.

It feels like my world has been shaken to the core as I ride out my amazing orgasm. I don’t know how he does it, how he reads everything I need and adjusts to get me there. But Stephen’s not finished with me yet, and I’d love to return the favor. I unhook my legs and bring them back down on the couch.

Pushing him back down again, I climb on top of