The Billionaire’s Girlfriend Bet - Leslie North Page 0,31

He slipped a finger into the dripping core of her, and she arched against him. Needing more of it.

“Ohhhh, Blake.” Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears. He swirled a finger inside her until her thighs trembled and then he dipped down to capture her clit between his teeth. She cried out again—much louder than before—her thighs turning into a vise around his head.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” she said, struggling to control herself through the haze of arousal. “I—I didn’t mean—”

He pulled back, a smirk on his face. “Sorry for what, babe?” He slipped another finger inside of her and started pumping them in and out, so slowly. “You can’t help how good it feels.”

She melted back onto the couch, his words somehow as sexy as what he was doing to her. God, he was right. And maybe it was time for her to finally let loose with a man. To just melt into the pleasure and see what happened.

Blake resumed his slow, measured strokes, his tongue flicking back and forth across the stiff peak of her clit. Her core tightened, the pleasure mounting at a frightening pace. Somehow her hand found the thick mess of hair on his head and she fisted it, rocking against his face.

“Yeah, babe,” he growled from between her legs. “Give it to me.”

This wasn’t like her, but damn, she was ready to try this new Michelle on for size. She rocked against him again as his tongue flattened against her. She moaned, bucking against his face. Blake grunted, burying his fingers inside her once more.

Another moan shuddered out of her as his hot tongue swiped against her swollen clit. Combined with his thick fingers pumping into her, her thighs went tense as heat and pleasure blasted through her. She tossed her head back as the orgasm assaulted her, quick and surprising. Her legs jerked once, and then again, as she came, Blake’s lips never leaving her pussy for a second.

Once the waves of pleasure subsided, he pressed a soft kiss at the top of her mons, and then another further up on her belly. When his desirous gaze found hers, while his lips skipped up to the middle of her chest, she got the sense that he was worshipping her somehow. Or maybe this was just what being with a great lover felt like? She couldn’t know. This was all new to her.

“Fun isn’t over,” he whispered before pushing up onto his palms to give her a kiss. She could taste the sweet tang of herself on his lips. It was bizarre but also sexy.

“I hope not,” she said. “Even though I’m not sure I can move.”

“No moving required.” A sexy grin crossed his face as he stood. The sight of the tenting in his briefs stole her breath, and she couldn’t look away as he pushed his underwear down over the delectable ridge. His cock popped out a moment later, bobbing heavily in front of her, thicker than she’d imagined, framed by tightly trimmed dark hair. She bit at her bottom lip, reaching for him.

“Maybe I can move a little,” she whispered, sitting up. She fisted the thick base of his cock, shockingly hungry to taste him. She’d never been huge on oral sex—but maybe that was because she’d been with someone who’d never inspired her to feel so sexy? She looked up at Blake, suddenly unsure.

“Can I?”

A disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yes. Absolutely.”

She grinned as she fisted the length of him, admiring the swollen cockhead before she dipped down and wrapped her lips around it. Blake sucked at his teeth, his abs going taut.

“Fuck, Michelle.”

She danced her tongue around the ridge of his cock, and then she took more into her mouth. He was too big to fit everything inside, but she gave it her best shot. She took long, deliberate pulls at his cock, loving the fleshy steel of him filling her mouth, the manly musk that invaded her senses.

Blake rolled his neck in a slow circle, a groan ripping out of him. She dragged her tongue up the velvety length of him, took a long pull at the head, and then disconnected with a loud pop. Blake looked down at her, his jaw flexing.

“Come here.” He reached for her chin, guiding her to standing. He pressed a forceful kiss to her lips. “Now I want you on top.”

Her mouth parted—she hadn’t quite envisioned sitting on top of him—as he slid onto the couch and rummaged for his