Page 82 of The Billionaire's Secret

Her gaze widens and she draws in a breath as if to say something. I don’t wait. I thrust my dick between her lips.

Warmth, heat. Goosebumps explode on my skin. "Fuck," I grit my teeth and sweat beads my forehead. "Fuck, Gigi."

She swallows, and the suction sweeps up my spine. My groin hardens and my thigh muscles spasm. I tighten my grip on her hair.

"Do you have any idea what you do to my control?"

Her nostrils flare, she tips her chin up, and her eyes dart green fire.

"I’m going to use your mouth and you’re going to take it, and when I come, you are going to swallow every last drop."

Her chest rises and falls; the pulse races at the base of her neck. The sweet scent of her arousal envelops me and my balls tighten. My vision narrows, my chest hurts, and fuck her, but I can’t hold back any more.

I pull her forward; my dick slides down her throat. I yank her back and her teeth graze the soft skin of my shaft. Tendrils of fire race up my spine.

I use her mouth, repeat the motion, again and again, then once more. Spit gathers at the corner of her lips, overflows down her chin.

She sucks in her cheeks and my balls draw up. "Jesus, fuck, I’m coming."

I wrap the fingers of my other hand around her neck, then drag her forward. The sight of my dick disappearing in between her wet swollen lips, combined with the vibration of my cock down her throat… Bloody hell, it’s the most erotic thing ever.

My scalp tingles, my knees tremble, and the coiled tension from my groin explodes out. I come, shooting my spunk down her throat.

"Swallow it," I snarl, "Do it, Gigi."

Her throat moves and tears roll down her cheeks, as I keep coming. She swallows down my cum. The sticky liquid spills over the edges of her mouth. Her breathing roughens, her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

I pull out, and the white streams of cum spray across her face, her clothes.

She licks her lips, back straight, shoulders squared. Her hair sticks to her forehead. I grab her under her arms, yank her to her tiptoes, and close my mouth over hers.

The taste of myself combined with her sweet breath, the honeyed taste of her lips, the complex notes of our joined-up essences… All of it sinks into me. Something stirs in my chest.No, no. I will not be drawn to her. Will not allow myself to feel for her. Will not allow her to reach though the carefully cultivated layers to find the part of me I have guarded for so long.I tear my lips from hers, scan her flushed features.

I tilt my head, "I hate you."

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Victoria

With those few words he shatters the peace that I’d found in his arms. When I'd opened up to him, and asked him to set me free... I'd meant it. Until that moment I hadn't realized how much I'd wanted to let go of my inhibitions, to not worry about what the world thought of me, to revel in what turned me on and own it... if this was the chance to do it, then I was going to embrace it. Then he'd gone and said those three words.

"What?" I tilt my head, "Why would you say that?"

"Because… I can?" He lets go of me so quickly, that I stumble.

The backs of my knees hit the bed and I sit down with a thump. "I… I don’t understand."

He zips up his pants, then yanks off the belt. The leather whips through the air and I eye it warily. If he thinks I am going to be afraid of his implied threat, he has another think coming.

"Is this another one of your games, Saint?"

He bares his teeth, "Is that what you think it is, Victoria?"

I squeeze my melting pussy together, "I… I don’t know what to think."

"Good." He folds the strip of leather, then jerks his chin towards the settee in the room.

"What?" I frown.