Page 121 of The Renegade Billionaire

She lies back down and flops an arm over her face. To prove my point, I press harder into her panties until my thumb enters her a nominal amount.

“Okay. Yes. Yes, go.”

I keep my head lowered because she wouldn’t appreciate the smirk on my face. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I slide them down her legs.

She’s wet. So fucking wet.

“Is that for me?”

She peeks out from under her arm, so I swipe my index finger through her folds. It comes away glistening.

“Is this for me?” I repeat, this time showing her how wet my finger is.

“You’re dirty.”

I stick the digit in my mouth and suck it clean.

“I can be a good man and a dirty one, but you’re the only one who gets to meet dirty me.” Kneeling between her legs is a bitch. My feet hang off the edge of the sofa, but I’ll make it work. For her, I’ll make everything work.

The first swipe of my tongue across her slit has me growling like a bear—a hungry bear.

Her hips lift off the sofa, so I pin them down with one hand while separating her pussy lips with the other, then I tilt my head from left to right. The hair where she shaves is only starting tocome back. It grates against my skin and oddly makes my cock so fucking hard, more pre-cum stains my boxers.

It doesn’t take long for me to learn her rhythm. She moans every time I flick her clit, and writhes when I dip my tongue in as deep as I can go. But it’s when I pinch that bundle of nerves that I get the first ripples of her orgasm. She plucks her nipple with her thumb and forefinger, and I growl my approval into her flesh—it’s so fucking sexy.

She’s going to come too quickly, but when I peek up at her and desperation clouds her vision, I give in and tongue fuck her until she’s begging me to stop and go and stop again.

Her legs tremble around my ears when I slip a finger into her, and she makes a garbled sound of ecstasy when my middle finger joins the first. Scissoring them, I open her for a third, then bite down on her sensitive nub, and she convulses around me.

It’s an orgasm that infiltrates her entire body with quaking spasms while she oscillates between “Oh God, more” and “I can’t.”

Her hands fist in my hair, and I release her clit from my teeth, but my fingers keep working her. “Are you ready to work for that kiss?”

Her eyes are wide and glassy. Her mouth hangs open and she shakes her head no, then yes, then no again.

“You’re going to give me another orgasm, and then I plan to fuck you so hard, you’ll need me to carry you home.”

Madison’s legs quiver at my words, and she wraps them more tightly around my head.

“You’re not really going to work all that hard, are you, baby?” I massage her clit and fuck her with my tongue. “You’re going to give it to me, and I’m going to love it,” I say into her pussy.

She screams loudly enough to wake the dead, and I silently hope no one is lurking around outside. That’s a sound for my ears only.

I hold her still as she thrashes against me, her orgasm leaking all over my face. I drink her in. She’s sweet like strawberry ice cream, and I can’t get enough.

When something too close to a sob falls from her lips, I gently ease away from her pussy, pressing one last gentle kiss to her clit before crawling up her body.

She’s gasping for air, and I watch it all as she comes back to earth. Those beautiful blue eyes are hazy as she blinks up at me with a slow, satisfied smile.

“I didn’t know I could come from oral,” she says in a dreamy state. But her words make me irrationally irate. Her fucking ex never appreciated her. I won’t make that same mistake.

Lowering my hips, I press into her just to watch her lashes snap open.

“Was it too much, or are you ready for more?”

“There’s more?” She looks so innocent that I almost feel guilty for the things I want to do to her.

Almost never won the girl though.