The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(49)

"You ready to take all of me, baby? You ready to have my monster cock inside of you?"

She swallows. A look of uncertainty creeps into her eyes.

"That’s what I thought. Let me be the judge of what is and isn’t right for you."

She looks away, then back at me. "I… I know I’m inexperienced, but I want you to have my virginity."

"And I cannot understand why."

"Because… Because I know you’ll be good for me."

I chuckle, but the sound is without humor. "I’m not good for anyone. Not for myself, or my family and friends, and definitely, not for you."

She raises her gaze to mine, then presses her hand to my cheek. A shudder rolls down my back. Something in my heart cracks. Before I can stop myself, I’ve turned my head into her palm and kissed it. Fucking hell, she’s getting through to me. She’s making me get in touch with the man I once was inside, and… I’m not sure I like it. I’m not ready to let go of the rage that occupies every part of me… yet. I’m not ready to let go of her, either… Not for tonight.

I lower her legs to the ground, and once I’m sure she has her balance, I step back. She looks at me with surprise, and I wrap my fingers around her wrist and walk her over to the bed. I turn her around to face me and apply pressure on her shoulder, so she sinks down onto the bed.

"Spread your legs." I infuse enough authority into my voice that she flushes. Then she parts her plump thighs, exposing the pink flesh between them. I plant myself between her legs, wrenching them apart further. She bites down on her lower lip, and a surge of satisfaction fills me. This…is what I want. To please her. To delight her. To hold her and caress her. To spank her and dominate her such that her pleasure escalates. To take her to the edge, so when I let her come, she’ll remember the orgasm for the rest of her life. I sink down to my knees, and her gaze widens. I hook one arm under her thigh and throw her leg—stiletto in place— over my shoulder.

She looks at me open-mouthed. "What are you doing?" she asks in a high-pitched voice.

I turn my face into her leg and drag my chin up the underside of her calf. She shivers. Goosebumps pepper her skin. I toss her other ankle over my other shoulder, baring her to my gaze. I stare down at her exposed pussy, and a flush rolls up her torso.

"You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?"

Her entire face goes a deep red. She tries to pull her legs back, but I hold on. I continue to take in the parted lips on either side of her clit which glisten with arousal, the nub of her clit which is engorged and swollen, though I’ve barely touched it. The more I look at her, the more she squirms. The trembling of her thighs turning my insides into a mass of churning need.

"I’m going to eat you out, Little Dove."

She moans.

"Lay back for me."

She stares at me with lust and need and a shyness that melts more of the ice around my heart. This princess in front of me; she deserves to be treated like a queen.

I flatten my palm onto her chest and push gently. She instantly presses her back into the bed.

I drag my hand down her belly to the weeping flesh between her legs. Then I raise my hand and spank her pussy.

She yelps, "What the—" The next sound out of her mouth is a whine when I bend my head and lick her from arsehole to clit.

"Sir, Sir. Please. Sir, Please," she bursts out.

I allow myself to curve my lips against her sopping pussy. Then I swipe my tongue up her pussy lips. She gasps, tries to wriggle away, but I hold her down. Then I go to town, licking her slit and curling my tongue around her clit, before darting my tongue inside her slit.

"Oh, Jesus, oh, my god!" she cries out.

"I’m your god, baby." I laugh, surprising myself. I haven't felt this good in I don't know how long. Not since I spent time with my friends before I left on my mission—no, before that. This feeling of tenderness, the need to dominate, combined with the yearning to share and give and drive her out of her mind with pleasure fills me, driving away the final echoes of the noise that always fills my head. A quiet descends, and I focus on the writhing woman in front of me, more specifically, the apex of her thighs which is the key to driving her out of her mind with gratification.

I thrust my tongue in and out of her, in and out. She yelps, screams, begs for mercy, and that only spurs me on. I slide my palms under her hips and squeeze her fleshy butt cheeks. She makes a noise halfway between a groan and a whine, then digs her fingers into my hair and tugs. Pinpricks of sensation roll down my back. My cock stabs into my jeans, screaming for relief. I ignore it. I continue to flick my tongue in and out of her, and glance up to find she has her eyes closed again.

I raise my head long enough to snap, "Look at me."

She cracks open her eyelids, and when her gaze meets mine, her entire body jolts. Holding her gaze, I bite down on her clit, and she yells. "Sir, please, Sir—" I slide my tongue inside her again, and she bites down on her lower lip. And when I tease the rosette between her arse cheeks with my thumb, she arches back and tugs hard on my hair at the same time.

"Oh, wow… oh, my… I’m going to come, I—"

I pull my tongue and my thumb out.

Instantly, the trembling recedes from her body. She thrusts her hips up, trying to chase the sensation of how it felt to have me fuck her with my tongue and my fingers.