One Night With A Billionaire(55)

He felt her thighs tremble moments before another burst of wetness hit his lips, and then her breath caught on a sob as she came. And damn, she was sexy as she did. Her gaze remained on him even as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, his mouth full of her juices and his tongue on her clit.

When she finally came down, she sagged against the wall and drew in a deep breath.

Cade gave her one last swipe of his tongue and then he, too, reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed there for hours, pleasuring her, but his point was made.

“That . . . wasn’t . . . fair,” she panted.

“I’m no longer interested in fair,” Cade told her, getting to his feet. His cock ached and throbbed, reminding him that he hadn’t had a chance to sate himself, but that wasn’t why he’d pleasured her. He’d done it because he wanted her to acknowledge that she wanted him.

Still, it was going to be awfully difficult for him to walk out of the janitorial closet with a massive erection. He leaned back against the doorblocking her from leavingand closed his eyes, trying to regain his control. The scent of Kylie’s pleasure was still on his lips and in his mouth, though, and it was damn hard for him to focus.

To his surprise, a warm hand slid across the front of his trousers, cupping his length. “You might not be interested in fair,” she murmured, leaning in to him. Her breasts pushed against his chest for a moment before she slid down his front. “But I’m a firm believer in it.”

And she knelt in front of him and began to undo his belt.

And holy fuck, that was like something out of one of his nighttime fantasies, to see Kylie’s red mouth hovering near his aching cock, her kneeling in front of him to service him.

At the same time . . . he didn’t want her to put her mouth on him simply out of obligation. He shook his head. “I didn’t touch you so you would be forced to touch me.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Her full mouth tugged into a seductive smile. “Don’t you think I can tell when a man wants to eat a pussy and when a man’s trying to get reciprocation only? It’s all about enthusiasm, and you are a very enthusiastic man.” She smiled up at him. “It makes a girl want to reciprocate for a variety of reasons.”

“Is that what this is? Reciprocation?”

“Mmm. That, and I don’t like holding grudges. And I think something like that orgasm I just had should be rewarded.”

“If you’re sure”

“I’m sure. Now hush.” Her fingers tugged at his zipper, and then she was pushing the fabric of his slacks down, followed by his boxers. Then, his cock was exposed to her, erect and inches away from her mouth, the head beaded with pre-come and purple with need. As he watched, she took him in her hand, gripping his length, and rolled the head of him along that red, red mouth. “Are you going to watch me?” she said, her voice low and practically purring.

“As if I could look away,” he said hoarsely. He’d be dreaming about the sight before him for years to come.

She painted her lips with his moisture, and then licked them in a wholly sinful fashion. His own mouth parted as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and her tongue began to swirl around the crown, tickling and teasing. His balls tightened and his hands clenched against the wall, determined not to shoot his load immediately. Not when she was pleasuring him so prettily.

Kylie popped the head out of her mouth and rolled it along her lips. “Keep watching me,” she murmured, then took his length into her mouth again. Her cheeks hollowed and he felt the suction increase as she tugged him deeper into her mouth, her glorious tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. Fuck, she was good at that.

Then, she began to work him with her mouth, keeping the suction tight as he shuttled in and out, her hand gripping the base of his cock and her mouth working him so hot and wet that it was almost as good as being buried balls deep inside her. Almost.

“Kylie,” he murmured, wanting to run his fingers along her jaw, wanting to wrap his hands in her hair and fuck her face so badly that his hands shook with the need of it. “Pull away, sweetheart. I’m going to come.”

Her eyes lit with satisfaction, and she released him from her mouth. But instead of pulling away, she began to roll the head of his cock along her full, red lips, teasing him with only the tip of her tongue.

What she was offering him was clearand it was the most obscene, most incredible thing he could imagine. He took his cock in hand, stroking himself toward completion while she let her lips toy with the head of him.

Then, he came, spurting, on the tip of her tongue and her lips. His semen painted milky ropes on her chin and her lewd red mouth and her tongue slipped out and licked and licked even as he groaned and came for what felt like forever.