Page 86 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
This is the woman lurking behind those shadows, the fiery, passionate woman who wasn’t free to revel in her sensuality.
She pushes me to my back and straddles me while still stroking her hands up and down my chest and abs.
“You can tell me how hot you think I am, you know,” I tease.
“And I’m supposed to be the sucker for praise, huh?” she responds.
Then, she slowly pulls my shirt off her, leaving her in only my boxer shorts. I love her tits. I’ve never seen breasts quite like hers before. Average-sized, which on her small frame seem large, perfectly round, and topped with the sexiest areolae the color of caramel. I can’t see them right now, as there’s too much light, and my glasses are smudged. I whip them off, then stand.
“Put your legs around me.”
“Where are we going?”
“To close the curtains. I need to see you.” Once the room is relatively dark again, I take her back to the bed and follow her down.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Bonnie. And I love these.” I pinch her nipples while she writhes under me. When I take a rigid tip into my mouth, she starts to moan loudly.
Fuck, here we go with those sexy sounds that made me almost come in my briefs like a teenager. I might have to record her moans to stroke my cock to when she’s not here. When my hand moves downward to rid her of my boxers, she freezes.
“Bonnie?”
Stay with me, baby.
“Um, Ethan, I want to be on top.”
“Alright. In a sec.” I pull the shorts down her toned legs, then flip us over.
She starts to nibble on my skin from my neck down to my collarbone. She flicks her tongue against my flat nipples and slowly licks her way down my abs and now, I’m the one moaning.
She’s no longer the uninhibited, writhing woman pinned beneath me from moments before. She’s the sultry, sexy siren intent on driving me mad with lust.
She pulls down my sweatpants, freeing my cock. The momentary widening of her eyes is the only indication of her shock, but I see it before she can mask her expression.
Before I can figure out if we should take it slower, her hot mouth covers the crown of my thick cock. I throw my head back as pleasure engulfs me. Her tongue flutters and rubs against the underside of my glans, and I grit my teeth against the searing sensation.
“Fuck, Bonnie.” I groan. I open my eyes to watch her, wanting to commit this sight to memory.
She struggles to take more than my crown, but she works at it, using her two hands to pump where her mouth can’t reach.
I’m not small by any stretch, but seeing as Bonnie's fingers can’t fully encircle my girth and how tightly she closes her eyes, I know she’s freaking out.
Her tongue is driving me crazy, no doubt, but I want her to suck my cock, not just to get me off, but because she craves the feel and taste of me. I want her to cream herself imagining how I would feel inside her.
I don't stop her, though. Something tells me she needs to do this.
I let her suck me, enjoying the feel of her mouth. Either she’ll get too horny and ask me to fuck her, or she’ll eventually make me come. Or her jaw will ache too badly and she’ll have to stop.
“For Christ’s sake, Ethan, can you fucking come already!” she snaps after a long while.
I can't help it. I laugh.
“You’re an ass, you know. I’m here salivating on your horse cock; the least you can do is tell me how good it feels, not laugh.”
I grab her, then pin her under me. “You’re phenomenal. And I love your mouth. But if what you want is for me to come Bonnie," I lower my voice and growl in her ear, "you'll say my name, and you'll do what I tell you.”
“Huh? How can I do that with my mouth full of you?”
“You can say it with your sweet pussy full of me instead.”