Billionaire’s Bounty(12)

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It was like something had been switched on inside her.

In that split-second, Miranda turned temptress, teaser and tormentor. Because once she made the split-second decision to rise to Jude’s challenge, she found she was not short on courage, imagination - or passion.

She arched over him, their bodies barely touching. She was still wearing her lacy, very skimpy lingerie, which she kept on as she proceeded in her heart-lurching task.

He lay there expectant, and she took her time, bending slowly, ever slowly to his lips. Her eyes fluttering closed against the dark flush of arousal she could see on his face. He was already ablaze for her, she could tell. His whole frame was taut, and bringing off delicious warmth. She was entranced, mesmerized. She wanted to taste him all over, make him lose his infernal cool while still keeping her own self in detachment. But there was no way, she knew, that she could stay detached for long...

Her mouth melded sensually over his. No tongue, just her lips tugging and nibbling him, building up moisture. His breathing was harsh; she could hear it in the background of her own unsteady gasping as with every taste of his firm, yummy lips, she felt a coil winding tightly inside her belly. She framed his face with her hands, and deepened the kiss, taking him with a feminine roughness that made him growl in approval. He parted his lips to her bold raiding, and she hungrily drove her tongue inside.

She heard herself moaning as they sampled each other thirstily, turning the heat levels up to steamy in zero to five seconds. Her hands left his face to link with his fingers on either side of his head, drawing them up against the headboard behind him as they had their erotically sloppy tongue-fest. She never wanted to stop; kissing him felt almost too delightful, even sinful, as it grew even more lewd by the second. Sultry, fearless, she poured herself into the mood, enjoying how it felt to take control, to own the scene. And it had only just begun.



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Jude’s fingers clenched and unclenched within hers, groaning deep in his throat as her wild, audacious kiss got his heart pounding and his cock throbbing almost painfully.

Damn, if she could blow his mind with just her kiss...

He loved it; loved her she was taking charge; how she kept his hands up by his head while she snaked her soft, supply body over his. Her lips pulled teasingly on his for a few more delicious minutes, before she broke the kiss. She had a sexy little smile on her lips as she drew herself up on her knees beside him, letting go of her grip on his fingers. And then she took hold of the hem of her short nightgown before, without further ado, plucking it over her head. Jude drew in a strangled breath.

There were no words...just rapture. All he could do was stare at her, now naked before him except for the tiny lacy briefs which were shielding her last secret from him. He’d never seen a body so lusciously beautiful, and he itched to touch her - felt his fingers twitch with the urge to seize her full, melon-sized mounds with their pretty, puffy nipples and just squeeze, hard.

She was all delicious curves and glowing, soft-looking skin. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, or sexy. He held himself back from just grabbing for her like his raging hormones wanted him to do. Instead, he leaned back, propped by his elbows, as he waited for her next move.



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Miranda remembered that he’d said something about an early meeting he had to be at the next morning. But hell no was she rushing this – not at the first go. Their kiss had been a complete game changer, and now she wanted more – she wanted it all.#p#分页标题#e#

Taking her time, she reached out a hand, and touched his terrifically fit-looking body. Ran her palm flat down all over him, bumping over ever ridge and slope. His chest heaved as her hand stroked leisurely over its broad expanse, her fingertips brushing his nipples. And when she slid her way down his rippling six-packs, she felt his abs muscles contract as he sucked in a breath.

The next moment, she was wrapping her fingers round his cock, savouring the pleasure of having him throbbing and pulsing in her grasp. She spent the next few minutes fisting his thickly-veined shaft, staring in fascination as even with both her hands, she still couldn’t seem to encompass its enormous girth. The tip was broad and very well defined, looking as smooth as purpled marble. Miranda was breathless, filled with the need to take him wholly into her mouth, and taste the diamond-like drops of pre-cum steeping his cap. One hand lowered to stroke his balls, which felt so taut and silky within their sacs. His breath had grown raspy now, she could hear it. Or maybe it was just hers echoing and pounding in her ears.

She glanced up at him then, and felt staggered by the look of ferocious desire on his face. He almost seemed to grimace, his face a mask of self-control and maybe even anguish. It was almost as if her very touch hurt. Well, if that was the case, she decided, then...his pain was about to get a lot worse...