Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby - Elizabeth Lynx Page 0,37

it.

I hadn’t stopped fantasizing about that dicking since. This was like experiencing it again, but now in technicolor.

Monty liked to watch me. When he was eating me out and bestowing me with an incredible orgasm, I noticed his eyes rarely left my face.

That turned me on.

He pumped in and out of me slowly. It was delicious torture. I tried to push back, but he grabbed my hips and held me in place.

“You’ll stay right where you are, Ms. Nutters.”

I felt a slap on my ass. A sharp pain, but not intense, rippled through my cheek and exploded into pleasure at my core.

I never loved hearing my last name until now.

“Yes, Mr. Diaz.”

“You have a tight ass. Has it ever been fucked?”

My eyes widened. “Uh, no.”

I had my fair share of guys ask for that, but they barely knew how to make me come. There was no way I would let them near my ass with their dicks.

“Too bad. I’d bet you’d love it.”

I bit my lip. Would I? Monty was different in the bedroom than he was outside of it. The nerdy billionaire liked to control things with sex. He was confident and knew what he was doing. I bet if I tried it with him, it would be incredible.

“Your cock is too big.”

“Mmm. We’ll just have to work your tight ass until it can take me, then.”

My hand slipped between my thighs as I reached for my clit. Just the thought of him filling me like that would make me come.

“Grab my balls and tug hard,” he said with a slap of my ass.

I did as he told me and used my thumb knuckle to rub my clit at the same time.

“Yeah, Ms. Nutters. That’s it.” He ground into me deep.

I felt something pressing on my asshole. I didn’t know if it was his thumb or finger, but it surprised me at how much I liked it.

“Ready to be filled?” His voice was gravelly.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

There was a slight burning pain as he pushed inside my puckered hole, but it didn’t last. After a moment it was gone, and I experienced a sensation I had never felt before.

When he said filled, I did not understand how right he was. That was how I felt—filled, but with pleasure.

I could barely move. My body was only able to take what he was giving.

My grip tightened on his sack, and I heard him groan. His pace picked up as he pounded into me.

“You need to come because I won’t last.”

I was about to come anyway. My eyes rolled back into my head as the biggest orgasm I had ever felt ripped through my body.

He had hit a spot in my ass that set me off. I guess there was a G-spot there.

“Oh man, you’re creaming my cock.” Monty stared down at where he was fucking me.

I felt it run down my arm as I rubbed my clit, but I was so lost in the climax that I didn’t care.

“Julia,” he said with a groan, and his head fell back.

The rhythm of his hips slowed, and it wasn’t long before he gently guided me to my side and pulled out of me.

I lay there like a heap of jelly, still twitching from the climax, unable to move or even talk. I thought the sex I had in that dark closet at the ball was the best I ever had, but this beat it a hundred times over. If the closet sex was a delicious, juicy hamburger, then this was an expensive steak dinner with twice-baked potatoes. Damn, I loved twice-baked potatoes.

I felt something warm and wet between my legs. Looking down, I saw Monty there with a wet rag wiping me clean. He had left the room and went to the bathroom, and I hadn’t even noticed.

Once he was done, he tossed the towel onto the floor and crawled into bed next to me, pulling me into his arm.

“Congratulations, you officially earned the title of Wonder Dick.”

He chuckled, and I felt it rumble down my spine.

I draped my arm over his chest. He was warm, wet, and smelled of sex. I missed this.

I loved my son, but men rarely gave me a second glance when I was pregnant, and the ones who did . . . Well, I was wise enough to stay clear from.

“You don’t have a thing for MILFs, do you?”

He frowned. Had I caught him? Was that the reason he wanted me around?

While I knew bringing a baby to an