Page 134 of The Renegade Billionaire

A choked sob gurgles in my throat, and before I can say anything, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to our bed.

Laying me down gently, he pulls back and removes his clothes. He doesn’t bother turning off the light, so I see every hard line and sharp edge of his body, and his long, throbbing penis that bobs against his belly when he releases it from the confines of his underwear.

When he walks to the dresser and removes a box of condoms from the top drawer that he stashed there last week, my pussy clenches. That’s something that never happened before him, and no matter how many times Braxton and I have sex, my longing for him only intensifies.

I lift up to my elbows as he walks back to the bed. Is there anything sexier than watching this man roll on a condom? It’s not anything I’ve ever thought about before, but now I dream about it.

He’s a fantasy come to life.

“No matter how many times I kiss you, I always want more.” His whisper barely reaches my ears. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Or how hard you make me? I never seem to get enough of you.”

Braxton stands at the side of the bed fisting his hard penis with a condom wrapper in his other hand. When he brings it to his teeth to rip it open, I sit up and wrap my hand around his.

The groan that rumbles in his chest is all the encouragement I need.

Flopping onto my belly, I lick his tip. His hands fist in my hair, and I moan as he slides into my mouth.

Giving head has never been particularly enjoyable, but my panties are soaked at a simple taste of this man.

“Fuck, baby.”

Stiffening my tongue, I drag it up the underside of his shaft as he pulls out and his thigh muscles clench beneath my hand—I want to make him come undone. Holding myself up with one arm, I use the other hand to grab the back of his leg and pull him to me until he reaches the back of my throat.

I fight the reflex to gag, breathe through my nose, and swallow him down.

“Jesus Christ.” He grunts, holding the back of my head, pressing me into his groin, and I love every second of it. When he pulls out, he stares down at me with wide eyes and a sexual hunger that makes me feel powerful.

“You want me to fuck your face, beautiful?”

I nod shyly, trying to avoid looking directly at him, but he grabs my throat, not too roughly, but enough to keep my head up and focused on him, and I love it much more than I ever anticipated.

He blinks as if he’s in awe, and that wave of power rushes straight to my core.

“You dirty, dirty girl. Open wide and keep your tongue out.”

I do as he instructs, and he slips back down my throat. My insides are trembling. I’m so turned on my hips grind against the mattress, seeking relief I know will only come from him.

He moves in and out of my mouth quickly as drool drips from my chin. He gathers it and wipes it on the bed, then he reaches for the back of my bra and unhooks it with one hand.

Braxton slides his fingers down my spine and dips into the back of my panties. I nearly cry out when he dips a finger inside me, rolls it around to catch my wetness, and uses it to lube up my back entrance.

I slide forward to escape the pressure of his finger on my back hole, and it pushes his penis further down my throat.

His finger breaches my entrance, and I moan so gutturally around him that he hisses his pleasure before freeing himself from my mouth, but his finger never relents as he stretches me.

It’s sensation overload. I wasn’t expecting that to feel as good as it does. Oh, God. I might come from this alone.

“Has anyone had you here?” He slides his finger in deeper with the question.

“No.” I exhale harshly and drop my forehead to the mattress.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, leaning his whole body over the top of mine and shoving my panties down. Imagining his gaze on his finger, I whimper into the mattress. It’s all too much, but it still has me clenching around his finger as I push back against him.

I can’t form words, but I don’t have to—he feels how my body responds to him.

“You love it, and someday we’ll explore this more, but right now, I want to feel your tight, wet pussy squirt all over my cock.”

His dirty freaking mouth. My core spasms as he flips me onto my back and kisses me hard before retrieving the condom.