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The golden locks of his hair are short but silky, and its texture is making my toes curl.

Nicolaas raises his head after a few moments. "Had enough?"

"Nope."

"Then how about we do a little multitasking?"

The words throw me off...but then Nicolaas slowly parts my legs open, and I realize immediately what he means by multitasking.

"Feel free to grip my hair," he says mockingly, "while I..."

Oh. My. God.

My breath hitches as I feel his gaze on my sex. I've never even taken a look at myself down there, and the knowledge that it's now Nicolaas of all people staring at my most intimate flesh—-

"P-Please." I choke the word out, but when Nicolaas keeps staring, and I feel myself becoming moist under his gaze...

Oh!

I really thought I was begging him to stop staring at me a while ago, but I realize now there's a huge disconnect between what my mind's assumed and what my body's feeling.

With the way I feel my folds growing increasingly slick and swollen under his gaze, I realize that I actually enjoy having the billionaire stare at me, and once I feel him blow gently against my sensitive flesh—-

Nicolaas chuckles as my body arches up involuntarily, and I'm pretty sure I'd have run away if not for his large hands swiftly clamping my legs back down.

Our gazes collide, and I don't even have the strength to feel defensive when I see the taunting gleam in his eyes.

"We haven't even started yet," he purrs.

"I know." My voice is part gloomy, part despairing as I make the admission, and this has the billionaire throwing his head with a laugh.

"Please just take it easy on me?" I beg without pride. "Please?"

"Not a fucking chance."

Cocky and mean as expected, but I don't even have a chance to complain since his mouth is already on my pussy, and as his tongue starts licking my folds, all I can do is clutch his head...and multitask.

Oh. My. God.

The pleasure of his mouth on my cunt is beyond imaginable, and every slide of his tongue against my moist swollen flesh makes my body burn hotter and hotter.

I moan in protest when his mouth suddenly leaves my flesh, but then I feel him slowly prying my folds open—-

"Nicolaas..."

My voice comes out in a helpless moan at first, but as soon as his tongue thrusts inside of me, a stream of soft, little pants is the only thing I become capable of.

Nic. Please. Nic. God. Nic.

His tongue is amazing. It's almost like another dick all on its own, every thrust of his tongue swift and forceful, and just so, so good that I can't keep my hips from pushing up.

I'm practically grinding my sex against his face, and though the thought mortifies me, I just can't seem to stop myself.

I just love it so much.

Just love what he's doing to me.

And when I feel his tongue suddenly make circles inside of my pussy—-

"Nic, oh God!"

Pleasure bursts from within me in an instant, and it feels like one moment I'm at the very peak, and another moment I'm falling off a steep sensual cliff—-

Just falling and falling, and so hard and fast that my mind completely ceases to function. I can only gasp and moan his name over and over while Nicolaas' tongue plunges into my core a few more times before he starts lapping up my juices.

This, I think dazedly, can only be what heaven feels like, and surely...

Surely it can't be possible for me to feel this way with another man?

Nicolaas

Habit has me waking at exactly four in the morning, and I find a naked Francesca asleep in my arms.

Several minutes pass, and all I'm able to do is stare at her.

It's my first time to spend the night with a woman, but what makes my chest tighten with emotions I've never once felt in the past...is the fact that Francesca is still a virgin.

Even though we've made each other cum numerous times throughout the night, and Francesca did her very best to seduce me into fucking her, I found myself unable to do it...

And now I know why.

The reason that everything about Francesca is different is the same reason I was able to keep myself from taking her virginity last night.

I love her.

The words terrify the fuck out of me, but I can no longer deny the truth. Even when the rational part of me insists that this is all an illusion, and that love at first sight is nothing but a lie—-

I know what I'm feeling is real, and when Francesca stirs, and her eyes slowly open...

"Hi."

Just that one word has my heart slamming hard against my chest, and the fact that it's silly as fuck is precisely why I know...

I love her.

I sit up and smile down at her as I tuck strands of her hair behind her ear.


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