The Billionaire's Betrayal (Highest Bidder #3) - Carmen Falcone Page 0,50

buttons popping off without a fight. He worked his way up her neck again, licking her, while fumbling with her bra until he was able to slip his fingers inside and roll them over her turgid nipples. The caress brewed a fire in her belly, and she almost lost balance—would have, if he hadn’t grasped her tits, pressing his bare cock into her skirt. A slick heat pooled between her thighs, her underwear so wet, it became an inconvenient scrap of fabric. “I’m going to claim your holes tonight.”

Heat radiated from her chest. “Again?”

“Not again.”

“But you’ve done both holes.”

“Three,” he simply said, tugging at her nipples, his breath fanning her already sensitized flesh.

Three? What the hell did he mean? She opened her mouth to ask, but he outmaneuvered her, twisting her around and dipping his head, catching her lips in a kiss that demanded. His tongue slid past her lips with the intent of a captor finding his prey. Without stopping the ruthless meddling, he peeled off her blouse, and the bra slid off her easily. He upped the urgency of the kiss, devouring her lips, her tongue, and everything in between. Her breath caught in her throat, and she circled her arms around his head. If she didn’t come up for air, she’d stop breathing soon. But, oh, what a way to go.

He reached for her skirt, and she unzipped it and the soft material fell past her knees and calves. When he touched the sides of her G-string, she could barely feel any of it, like her wetness had overpowered the lacy material. At last, he wrenched his mouth from hers, and she caught a glimpse of fiery lust in his eyes before he dipped lower to help her out of her G-string until she stood naked in front of him, inches from her bed.

With a hint of a dangerous smile curling the corner of his lips, he strode to the box she’d left on the chair next to her dresser. A good memento of their time together. And now they were about to create new memories. Memories that would haunt her forever, but she couldn’t run away from making them—not when every part of her yearned for him.

He rummaged inside the black velvety box and retrieved the golden double dildo. She cleared her throat, now thick and dry. She’d always wanted to try that one, where a curvy U-shaped ruby material linked two dildos of different sizes—the bigger one for vaginal penetration, and the smaller beaded one for anal sex. But she never really had the urge to do double penetration by herself. Her gaze slid down his wide chest to his washboard abs and finally to his cock, sprung out, proud and hard.

Her pussy clenched with need, her clit pulsing like her own heartbeat between her legs. He leaned forward, and she took one more step until her ass pressed into the mattress. He kneeled before her, parting her thighs and placing her feet apart. God. Would he use the dildo, his cock or his tongue first? Please, let it be his tongue.

He answered her plea when he bent closer, sliding his tongue over her thigh, and wreaking havoc on her nerve endings. She propped herself on her elbows, enjoying the glorious view of that superior male specimen kissing her, each lick closer to her swollen, achy pussy. An extra coat of her creamy essence slicked her folds, a silent invitation for more.

He nuzzled her outer lips, the hint of stubble on his face sending a shot of electric charges so strong, so fucking powerful, a tremor surged through her. Caught off guard by the intensity of her response so soon, she let her elbows slide down the bedspread until her back met the mattress and she could focus completely on the sensations swirling through her.

“Your cunt is so tight,” he said with a hoarse voice. “Always so tight.”

Her entire body felt tight. Tense, like a wind-up toy that had been wound to the max. He ducked between her legs, and this time, there was no more chatting. Brooks parted her folds and dove head-first into the creamy stream, licking her relentlessly, but also teasing her by grazing her most sensitive flesh with his teeth. He rolled his tongue over her clit, and her bud pounded in response, a staccato thrumming that reverberated through her. He must have sensed her impending orgasm for he slid his hands under her ass, bringing her sex to his mouth