Page 70 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

"Don’t get ahead of yourself, motherfucker."

"Language." He clicks his tongue. "Not that your potty tongue doesn’t turn me on, but I have other, better, uses for it."

My center instantly grows wetter, bloody hell. Everything he does and says is like a green signal to my hormones… Not even that… I simply have to think of him and my ovaries sit up and beg. Okay, not a pretty picture, and I’m definitely getting out of here. "Unhand me." I push against his thigh.

He holds me in place. "I’m not done yet, Flower," he drawls.

"But I am."

"Trust me, you’re not." He flips me around so I’m peering up at the sky, arms flung out as I try to hold onto something to steady myself.

He yanks my pants down to around my ankles, then pulls them off.

He leans back, rakes his gaze down my naked body. "If only you could see yourself." His voice grows rough.

Heat flushes my skin, my nipples pebble further, and my core clenches.

He lowers his face to my stomach, then drags his unshaven chin across my lower belly.

I shudder as liquid heat blooms between my legs. I grasp at his hair, tug on it, then push it toward the aching emptiness that coils in my pussy.

"What’s your hurry?" His lips curve against my stomach.

"I… I’m not in a hurry."

He slaps my pussy.

I cry out, "What the hell?"

"Thought I told you not to lie."

"I… I’m not…"

He slaps my core again. I arch up and into him, "Stop…"

He raises his head, "Do you want me to?"

I hold his gaze, peer into his burning blue gaze. "I don’t know," I whisper.

"Good girl." His voice lowers to a hush, "I am going to eat you out, gonna suck on your sweet, swollen center, suck on your clit, and play with your swollen pussy lips, you get me?"

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Damian

Her pupils dilate, her breathing grows shallow. "What’s stopping you?" she tips up her chin and asks.

I bark out a laugh. Can’t help it. This sassy little thing is laid out like a delectable meal, and yet, she can’t back down. She’s gotta go toe-to-toe with me, gotta dare me. Again.

"You, Flower." I peer into her eyes, "I want to watch how you react when I—"

I grip her waist, then raise her up, only to position her so she’s straddling my hips.

"Oh," she gasps. "Wow."

"Is that a sound of appreciation, I hear."

"Just of surprise." She swipes her hair over her shoulder revealing the long line of her throat. I lean in and nuzzle her, right there, in the hollow between her clavicles. She shivers; goosebumps pop on her skin.