The Billionaire Game 3(33)

“Kirk said that on Star Trek,” I murmured, still a little dazzled by the flash of diamonds and the deep green of the emerald. “The original series.”

Asher nodded gravely. “You’re my dream, Kate. I meant every word of that speech in there,” he said. “And I want to spend every day of my life proving it. Will you let me?”

“Yes!” I cried, my hand shaking as he slipped the ring onto my finger, and I kissed him, and he kissed me back. “Yes,” I said again, and another kiss, and another yes and another kiss, on his lips and his cheek and his eyelids, yeses and kisses until we were both laughing, until we both knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that we loved each other and were going to spend the rest of our lives together.



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And then we had sex.

I straddled Asher in the back of his Spacemobile, grinding against his hardening cock, the layers of clothing between us only further fanning the embers of my desire. I kissed him harder, shoving my tongue into his mouth and claiming him for my own. His hands slid up my shirt, stroking my breasts above my satin brassiere, ghosting along the edges.

“Fucking tease,” I growled against his mouth, and he chuckled, a deep and throaty tone that sent an electrical current straight to my core.

I pulled his shirt off, running my hands over his chest and savoring the feel of the hard muscles there. I dipped my head, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin of his neck; he groaned, and his right hand slipped beneath my brassiere, beginning to circle my nipple with tantalizing slowness.

“Hurry…the fuck…up,” I gasped as his other hand slid up my thigh, the silk of my skirt rustling as he stroked my satin panties.

“What’s the hurry?” he murmured, his hot breath a delicious torment against the shell of my ear. “Afraid to miss out on the party and all your adoring fans?”

“Screw you,” I shot back, trying to squirm closer to his hands without losing contact with his long, thick cock.

“Eventually,” he said, that wicked grin stretching itself across his face like it planned to lie down and stay a spell. “Once I’ve gotten you worked up. Once I’ve teased you to—”

“Now,” I insisted, and ripped down his zipper, shoving my hand into his boxers and taking hold of my very favorite part of Asher’s anatomy. Besides his heart, I mean.

I stroked his cock firmly, savoring the length and heft of it, my pussy already wet and clenching in anticipation of having him inside me.

Asher’s eyes closed as I continued stroking, and without further ado he pulled my blouse over my head and ripped my brassiere away, burying his face between my breasts, licking and sucking and biting until I couldn’t contain my whimpers and moans, pushing my breasts into his face as I begged for more of the pure pleasure singing in my veins, burning, bursting, threatening to erupt—

It was all too much, too intense, and I slid to the floor in front of Asher (no easy feat in a sports car that small) and took him in my mouth.

“Fuck!” He threw back his head as I licked around his other head, teasing at the base of his cock with one hand as I teased with my tongue and lips at the other, breathing slowly as I took him deeper and deeper, until he was snug within my throat, Asher groaning deeper and deeper as he rocked his hips towards me, his hand tangling in my hair and stroking my neck as he fucked my mouth.

“Kate…oh God, Kate, so fucking good…never had a mouth like you…” He was looking down at me now, his thumb stroking circles on my skin. His deep voice rasped and broke with passion as he commanded me. “Oh, suck it, suck it with those pretty red lips, sliding up and down my hard cock, you take it all…”

I hummed agreement around his thick member, and Asher’s head snapped back so hard he nearly broke the window pane. “Fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, don’t stop, use those pretty cock-sucking lips…”

I wriggled, aching with the need to have him inside me. He gripped my neck tighter and began to rock his hips more insistently, and I let my hand drift down between my thighs, stroking my pussy and circling my clit.

Soon, my passionate moans were driving Asher even more insane, his cock thrusting roughly in and out of my mouth as he begged and commanded me by turns: “Oh God, don’t stop—just like that—keep touching yourself, just like that, so desperate, oh Kate, you just want my cock any way you can get it, don’t you?”

I whimpered, sliding a finger inside me, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I slid in another finger, and another, fucking myself roughly with my own hand while my thumb pressed at my clit. “Mmm,” I moaned, grinding against my palm as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.