The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

A wanting the moment it was gone.

With his hands on my waist, holding me against him, there wasn’t even air between us.

When the door opened, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me down the hallway. Once we were inside his suite, he began tearing off my clothes before he even put me on my feet. The sweatshirt I’d thrown on in a hurry was tossed to the floor, my bra not far behind, and the jean shorts slipped down my legs, followed by my thong.

Now that I was standing, I did the same to him, pulling, tugging until there was only skin left.

God, I was right. His body was as perfect as I’d thought. Ripples of muscle across his chest, down his shoulders, causing both biceps and triceps to bulge. A sexy, thin line of hair ran down the center of his abs, each one etched into his stomach, deep enough that my fingers could get lost.

The hair continued to his cock.

My eyes bulged as I stared at his long, thick shaft, the crown widening and then narrowing toward the tip.

Unlike the boys from my past, Jenner was a man.

And that could be seen from every inch of his body.

He took a few steps back, and that was when I realized we were in the living room of his suite, standing completely naked, his eyes devouring me.

“Goddamn it.” He shook his head, his lips pulling into the most provocative grin. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world.” His gaze crawled up and down me. “You’re breathtaking.”

His hands circled around my back and began to bend me, leaning me away from him so he could kiss down my throat. His mouth lowered to the tops of my breasts and then the center of my stomach.

“Your taste …” He gave me a sample of his tongue work, swiping it across my belly button. “It’s fucking lethal.”

As tempting as it was, I didn’t ask for more detail.

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And because I felt the same way about him.

Once his lips rose to mine, I put my finger on his lips and said, “Your turn. Where do you want my mouth?” I traced his upper and lower lips. “Here?” That same finger ran down his chest. “Here?” I continued until my hand hovered above his dick. “Or here?” I sucked in a mouthful of air and cupped his tip, my pussy throbbing as I imagined what it was going to feel like when he was inside of me.

Penetrating me.

Fucking me so hard that all I could do was scream.

“Mmm, Jo.”

That sound, my God, it was erotic.

“I want all three.” His hands tightened, holding my face steady. “And I don’t want you to rush.”

JENNER

W

hen it came to sex, there was only one role that had been designed for me.

The lead.

I needed the control, the domination, to follow the build and get lost in the release.

It was the only time I could escape the thoughts of work, when I was truly out of my head, when my responsibilities melted away and I was focused on something else.

Right now, my complete attention was on Jo.

And that fucking mouth of hers.

She wanted to know where I wanted it, and at first, I told her I wanted it everywhere. But that direction needed some clarification because my cock was throbbing much harder than my lips.

“Get on your knees.”

A blush moved across her cheeks, reaching as high as her eyes. “You want my mouth on your dick? This doesn’t surprise me.”

“I need to feel how well you suck.”

As she got into position, she took ahold of my shaft, pumping it with her fist. “From your body to this, there’s nothing small about you, Jenner.”

I chuckled.

The moment she’d taken off my clothes, her stare had told me she appreciated how much I worked out. I was certainly a fan of the way she took care of herself-a body built for running with toned limbs and the most flawless ass, perky tits that weren’t any bigger than my palms.

As she claimed more of my cock, I held the back of her hair and said, “It’s yours, Jo.” I wrapped the long locks around my wrist. “And you don’t have to be gentle.” I hissed the moment she surrounded my tip, exhaling, “Fuuuck,” as she licked across my crown.

She swirled over the top edge, and as she lowered, adding more pressure, her mouth became a goddamn vacuum.

“Oh fuck.”

She was taking me in deeper, adding more friction to the tip, licking me like I was a fucking dripping cone.

With my fingers buried in her hair, I tried to guide her.

But she didn’t budge.

This girl wanted to do things on her own.

And if I wanted her mouth, I just had to accept that.

“Hell yes,” I moaned, handing the control right over to her, wondering what the fuck had gotten into me. But that thought dissolved as she dipped to my balls, licking each one into her mouth. “Goddamn it, that feels good.”

When her mouth returned to my cock, her hand twisting over my base, rising to the center to meet her lips, my head fell back.

She wasn’t blowing me like it was her job. She was blowing me like she was trying to get the fucking job.

“Just like that,” I roared.

I urged her deeper, to feed her more of my dick.

She didn’t move.

But the moment I let up, she dived down, giving me the suction I was after.

Bob after fucking bob.

Testing my limits.

Tightening her mouth, keeping her tongue wet like she wanted me to come.

And that was going to happen if I didn’t make her stop.

Her lips made a popping sound when I pulled out my cock.