Page 408 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Rick

Her golden eyes are pools of sunlight. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair mussed from sleep.

She watches me watching her as she reaches into my boxers and begins moving her hand up and down.

Then, in a move which mirrors the throbbing of that tell-tale pulse at the base of her throat, speeds up as she pumps my cock.

I can’t stop the growl that rumbles up my chest. Her lips part, her pupils dilate, then she squeezes even harder.

The breath hisses out between my lips. I shoot my hand out and grip her throat.

Her eyes grow so big, they seem to fill her face, but she doesn’t stop.

I loosen my hold on her throat, only to drag my palm down her chest. I pinch her nipple through her bra, and she shudders.

I tweak it, applying enough force that she groans.

The sound goes straight to my head. I slide my palm down her stomach and inside her panties.

When I cup her pussy it’s my turn to growl, "So, fucking wet, do you want me to take your cunt, my little whore? You’re a slut for my cum, aren’t you?

You want me to bury my cock inside you and fuck all thoughts out of your head.

You want me to stuff my fingers into the hole between your arse-cheeks and tease your most forbidden places while I thrust my tongue inside your—"

"Stop"—she gasps—"please don’t—"

"Stop?" I cram three of my digits inside her sopping wet channel.

"Don’t stop," she cries out.

I weave my fingers in and out of her, in and out. Each time I shove my fingers inside, her entire body jerks. It mirrors the way she’s clamping down on my dick with her fingers, the way I shudder when she swipes her fingers up to the crown.

"Fuck." I rub my thumb into her swollen clit, and her eyes roll back in her head. She arches her back, and a shiver spirals up her body. "I’m coming," she gasps.

"Don’t you dare come, Goldie." I pull my fingers out of her, and when she opens her mouth to protest, I thrust them between her lips. She sucks on them greedily, and I feel the pressure at the base of my spine. She licks her tongue up my fingertips, and my balls tighten. I’m going to come in my pants any moment, like I’m a teenager.

I tug my fingers out, then wrench hers from around my cock.

"But I wanna make you come, too," she whines.

"Oh you will, just not like this." I reach down and tear off her panties.

She cries out, "You’re an animal."

"And you love it."

Color suffuses her features. "You have such an insufferable ego. If it weren’t for the fact that—"

"I have the balls to go with it?"

She firms her lips.

"That’s what you were going to say, hmm?" I lower her hand to my balls and cup them with her fingers.

She swallows, and when she cups them, I can’t stop the grunt that wells up my throat.

"Enough of this playing around." I pull her hand off my balls, then sit up. I lift her up and position her so she’s lying on her side.

I curve her body, then position myself so her sweet pussy is in front of my mouth and my cock is lined up with her face. Once I’m sure we’re in the sideways 69 position, I push down my boxers.

"Oh, my." The awe in her voice drains all remaining blood to my groin.

I push my head into the flesh between her legs and inhale deeply.

"Did you sniff me?" she cries.

"And now, I’m going to lick you and suck on your clit. Then, I’m going to gather your cum and uses it to lubricate you before I fuck your arse."

"No." She tries to shuffle away, but I squeeze her hip and hold her in place. Then I lick her from slit to blackhole.

She moans, "Oh my god."

"You mean, 'oh, Rick,' don’t you? Also, my cock isn't gonna suck itself, so chop-chop."

I stab my tongue inside her channel, and she pants. I rub on the swollen nub between her pussy lips, and her entire body jerks.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she whimpers.

I slap her pussy, and she cries out. "You bastard."

"The only name I want from your lips is mine, and don’t you forget it."

"You’re a jerk."

"And if you don’t jerk me off right fucking now, I’ll—" My breath catches, for she’s closed her mouth around my dick.

She digs her fingernails into my thighs hard enough to leave marks, and fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on more.

I circle her clit with my tongue, while she begins to lick me from crown to balls again and again.

Then she clamps her lips around my dick and swallows.

A line of fire zips up my spine. My head spins.

I groan into her pussy, draw in more of that heady essence of hers, and a primal need fills me—to fuck her, to take her, to make her mine, to…

stamp her pussy with the indelible impression of my cock, to imprint the heat of my breath on her skin, the feel of my fingers on her tits, to carve my thoughts into her mind, etch my name into her soul, to fuse our skins so we become one, even if it’s only for an instant, and ensure she’ll never forget me.

She’ll never forgive you, either. My heart squeezes. And isn’t that what you wanted?

She bobs her head, and I glance down in time to see my dick disappear inside her mouth.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

Then she deep throats me, and all thoughts disappear from my mind.

I grab her hips, bring her even closer, and begin to eat her out with renewed vigor.

She gasps around my dick, and my balls draw up.

I will not come, not until I’ve taken her to the edge.

I attack her pussy like it’s the puck I’m after on the ice.

I stab my tongue inside her melting channel, then flick her clit. Her body jolts, and when she bites down on my shaft, the shockwaves spark a chain reaction that ignites all of my brain cells.

Sweat beads my shoulders, and I rub on her clit, then curl my tongue inside her, and the shudders that grip her body multiply.

Moisture bathes my mouth and drips down my chin.

I release my hold on her, reach across, and grab her hair.

I tug on it, and when she looks at me, I growl, "I’m going to fuck your mouth. "