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Story: Seduced By the Billionaire
Julie moaned, and lust spiked through his blood. He worked his cock up and down, up and down, but it was no match for the way her cunt would feel pulsing around his dick.
She pressed her nipples against the glass door—rosy, perfect. He wanted to see her pussy more clearly. Wanted to taste it.
He wanted to taste every inch of her.
He worked his dick harder, muscles tight with the need for release. Wondering when she’d come into the bedroom and put him out of his misery.
Chapter 21
Juliette
His shower was bigger than her entire motel room, the water warm, the smell of his soap delicious. But that wasn’t what had sparked electricity in her lower belly, forced her to press her breasts against the glass in order to feel that pressure against her nipples.
She couldn’t see him well through the foggy wall of the shower, just an amorphous shape on the bed. But she could see the movement as he worked his cock. The bright white of the bandage around his upper arm. She could feel his gaze as he traced the curves of her body, seeing all the hidden places that had felt so ugly until she’d met him. All the places she’d never imagined letting anyone else see.
He didn’t only see them. He thought they were beautiful. He thought she was beautiful.
Juliette turned the shower off and stepped onto the mat. For a moment, she merely stared through the hazy air, watching him pump his dick in his fist. She grabbed a towel and dried herself gently, then dropped it to the ground.
She kept her gaze on his as she sauntered into the room—not walked. She didn’t feel like she could walk. The intensity in his eyes made every step feel charged with lust. With need.
He dropped his hand as she approached, palms on the bed on either side of his hips. Fully erect, his thick, veiny shaft resting against the hair below his belly button.
She carefully lowered her hands to his shoulders, the same way she had in the club, her lips at his ear. “Do you want to fuck me?”
It was the second time she’d said that to him—the second time she’d said such a thing ever. Before Ronan, she’d never felt confident enough. But somehow, he made it feel okay, even right, to put those things into words. To ask for what she wanted.
“Jesus,” he said.
“That’s not an answer,” she whispered. “Tell me.”
“Yes. God, yes, I want your gorgeous pussy wrapped around my dick. I want to tongue your clit and make you come. I want to fingerfuck your asshole—I want to take the way you teased yourself in that window to a whole new level.”
His words vibrated through her entire body. She swayed her hips, lowering herself into his lap, their noses touching. Without the layers of cloth between them, the heat was more intense, tingles of pleasure lighting up her nerves.
He spread his fingers over her ass. His thick cock pressed against the apex of her thighs. She pulsed her hips, rubbing herself along his shaft, coating him with her wetness. He smelled of sandalwood. He smelled of sex.
Ronan slid his hands from her ass, up her spine, to the back of her head as he raised his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled so fiercely that she felt as if she were being devoured.
She groaned, a low guttural cry in her chest.
Eat me, Ronan. Take me.
He broke their kiss, and Juliette pulled away and stood, but she didn’t have time to speak—invite him to do all the dirty things he wanted. Ronan was already on his knees, his face buried in her pussy.
Juliette bucked her hips against his mouth. Ronan used his fingers to spread her wide, his tongue flicking out like that of a snake—fast and hungry.
She tangled her fingers in his thick, dark hair and threw her head back, face aimed at the ceiling. “Fuck. I love the way you eat my pussy.”
He moaned. His fingers found her opening. Juliette was shaking, her legs trembling so hard she thought she might fall, but that sensation went away when he pulled his lips from her cunt.
Juliette looked down in time to see him crawl behind her. Her heart launched into her throat.
Ronan pressed on her back just above her hips, gently, gently, and she obliged by bending at the waist, her elbows on the bed, ass in the air. He slipped his tongue into her sopping-wet opening, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
She sighed, a low hiss of pleasure, and he increased his pace, tonguing her slit, flicking frantically at the swollen nub between her legs with his thumb. Then Ronan pressed his tongue deep inside her pussy and ran it up, higher, higher between her ass cheeks.
She jolted, then moaned at this unfamiliar sensation but made no move to shift away. It was strange but… absolutely fucking incredible.
She pressed her nipples against the glass door—rosy, perfect. He wanted to see her pussy more clearly. Wanted to taste it.
He wanted to taste every inch of her.
He worked his dick harder, muscles tight with the need for release. Wondering when she’d come into the bedroom and put him out of his misery.
Chapter 21
Juliette
His shower was bigger than her entire motel room, the water warm, the smell of his soap delicious. But that wasn’t what had sparked electricity in her lower belly, forced her to press her breasts against the glass in order to feel that pressure against her nipples.
She couldn’t see him well through the foggy wall of the shower, just an amorphous shape on the bed. But she could see the movement as he worked his cock. The bright white of the bandage around his upper arm. She could feel his gaze as he traced the curves of her body, seeing all the hidden places that had felt so ugly until she’d met him. All the places she’d never imagined letting anyone else see.
He didn’t only see them. He thought they were beautiful. He thought she was beautiful.
Juliette turned the shower off and stepped onto the mat. For a moment, she merely stared through the hazy air, watching him pump his dick in his fist. She grabbed a towel and dried herself gently, then dropped it to the ground.
She kept her gaze on his as she sauntered into the room—not walked. She didn’t feel like she could walk. The intensity in his eyes made every step feel charged with lust. With need.
He dropped his hand as she approached, palms on the bed on either side of his hips. Fully erect, his thick, veiny shaft resting against the hair below his belly button.
She carefully lowered her hands to his shoulders, the same way she had in the club, her lips at his ear. “Do you want to fuck me?”
It was the second time she’d said that to him—the second time she’d said such a thing ever. Before Ronan, she’d never felt confident enough. But somehow, he made it feel okay, even right, to put those things into words. To ask for what she wanted.
“Jesus,” he said.
“That’s not an answer,” she whispered. “Tell me.”
“Yes. God, yes, I want your gorgeous pussy wrapped around my dick. I want to tongue your clit and make you come. I want to fingerfuck your asshole—I want to take the way you teased yourself in that window to a whole new level.”
His words vibrated through her entire body. She swayed her hips, lowering herself into his lap, their noses touching. Without the layers of cloth between them, the heat was more intense, tingles of pleasure lighting up her nerves.
He spread his fingers over her ass. His thick cock pressed against the apex of her thighs. She pulsed her hips, rubbing herself along his shaft, coating him with her wetness. He smelled of sandalwood. He smelled of sex.
Ronan slid his hands from her ass, up her spine, to the back of her head as he raised his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled so fiercely that she felt as if she were being devoured.
She groaned, a low guttural cry in her chest.
Eat me, Ronan. Take me.
He broke their kiss, and Juliette pulled away and stood, but she didn’t have time to speak—invite him to do all the dirty things he wanted. Ronan was already on his knees, his face buried in her pussy.
Juliette bucked her hips against his mouth. Ronan used his fingers to spread her wide, his tongue flicking out like that of a snake—fast and hungry.
She tangled her fingers in his thick, dark hair and threw her head back, face aimed at the ceiling. “Fuck. I love the way you eat my pussy.”
He moaned. His fingers found her opening. Juliette was shaking, her legs trembling so hard she thought she might fall, but that sensation went away when he pulled his lips from her cunt.
Juliette looked down in time to see him crawl behind her. Her heart launched into her throat.
Ronan pressed on her back just above her hips, gently, gently, and she obliged by bending at the waist, her elbows on the bed, ass in the air. He slipped his tongue into her sopping-wet opening, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
She sighed, a low hiss of pleasure, and he increased his pace, tonguing her slit, flicking frantically at the swollen nub between her legs with his thumb. Then Ronan pressed his tongue deep inside her pussy and ran it up, higher, higher between her ass cheeks.
She jolted, then moaned at this unfamiliar sensation but made no move to shift away. It was strange but… absolutely fucking incredible.
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