Page 71 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Surgeon

I writhed underneath him wishing for friction between my legs but getting none. He chuckled. “Soon enough, baby. I’m about to come,” he warned. Hot ropes of cum shot out and covered my breasts, my hands, my throat, and more. He stared at it, continuing to thrust until he was wrung dry. As soon as he was finished, he re-tied my wrists to the headboard. Then he moved his fingers through his cum and pushed them in my mouth. I sucked them clean, making his eyes light with a new fire.

“It’s your turn,” he said, winking at me and dropping between my legs. He lapped up my juices. “Wet as hell, baby.” He edged me a bit, making me go a little crazy before he moved up and suctioned his mouth around my clit. Then he suckled and suckled until I was screaming out his name, my legs shaking, head thrown back in ecstasy.

He watched me. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and watching you come is the sexiest fucking thing ever.” He moved back up my body and straddled my chest, his extremely hard cock very close to my mouth. “Now suck my dick.”

If anyone else had talked to my like that, I’m not sure how I would’ve taken it. But when he did it? It was just the hottest thing ever. I opened my mouth and very happily took him all the way to the back of my throat. I sucked as hard as I could as I moved back up his cock. “That is fucking heaven.” He threw his head back as I went to town on him, moving fast even whilebeing tied down. “Take it deeper, beautiful. I know you can do it.”

And I did. I breathed through my nose and took him as deep as I could, gagging, eyes watering. His primal sounds of pleasure egged me on, and I worked hard to make it the best blowjob I’d ever given. The way he yelled when he came was gratifying. He totally lost it, pumping into my mouth as I swallowed his cum, some of it dribbling down my face.

Afterwards, he cleaned me up since I couldn’t do it myself. “You were a very good girl, Jelly,” he said, caressing my face as he wiped it free of tears, mascara, and cum. “Now you get a reward.” He moved back down, licking and sucking my nipples until I was squirming under him and begging for more.

He kissed and sucked my abdomen, doing it hard enough I knew he’d leave marks, before finally landing between my thighs again. He nipped at my inner thighs, making me jump and cry out in surprise. He chuckled against my folds, making me moan with how good the vibrations felt. Then he surprised me. “I’ll be back, baby.” He dropped a kiss on my clit, flicking it with his tongue and making my hips buck. Then he walked out of the bedroom, leaving me there, tied to the bed, shaking with unfulfilled desire.

I heard him in the kitchen, but I wasn’t sure what he was doing. When he walked back in, he had a can of Redi-Whip in his hands. “I thought we might enjoy using this,” he said. “Pussy and cream is one of my favorite combinations.”

He crawled back in position, shook the can and then covered me from my clit to my hole. He actually pushed the nozzle in, and I hissed as I felt the cold cream go inside me. When he was finished, he leaned back and surveyed his work. All I could do was admire his body. Then he lowered himself over me, his strong arms holding him up. Watching the well-defined muscles in his arms, chest, and abs work as he held himself above me was so distracting, I barely noticed the temperature of the whipped cream.

And then he started eating me. I threwback my head and moaned as he basically attacked me with his tongue. He lapped up the whipped cream everywhere except on my clit, before pushing his tongue inside me. “Mmm,” he groaned as he fucked me with his tongue, the in and out motion symbolizing what his cock would be doing later on. He sucked and licked inside, too, making sure to get every last bit of cream. He made eye contact as he lifted his head up and licked his lips. My chest was heaving as I tingled with the feeling of a rapidly approaching climax. He moved up to my clit and devoured the cream there, but he made sure to circle the clit, never actually giving me what I needed there.

“Please, Paolo,” I begged, my body tight with desire, needing to come.

But he ignored me. He moved up my body and covered my breasts with whipped cream next, then took his time cleaning it off me with his tongue. He re-applied more to my nipples at least three times before I lost count, as I started to sob with need.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He moved until he was propped on his elbows, one on either side of my head. He looked down at me, gray eyes intense as he observed the need that had to be written all over my face. He then filled my mouth with the cream and kissed me with ravenous need, leaving me breathless.

“I love having you helpless like this,” he murmured between deep, intoxicating kisses. “You have no choice but to take what I give you; to do what I want you to.”

I would do whatever he wanted me to anyway, but I wasn’t going to spoil his fantasy.

He grinned at me. “I think you’ve earned the right to come. What do you think?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled as he covered my clit with whipped cream once more before suckling and licking until I was a mess, screaming as the waves broke over me, crashing through my body over and over again. I had never come so long or so hardin my life. When I was finished, I lay there panting, my arms and legs too weak to stay up if they hadn’t been tied in position.

Then he did it again.

And again.

“Oh God,” I screamed as he sucked me until I came once more. “That’s enough. Please. Paolo, that’s enough.”

“I told you that you’d beg me to stop.” His smile was lazy, sexy. “And now I get to play again.”

He quickly untied me and my limbs dropped like rocks onto the bed. Then he moved his beautiful, well-honed body over me, thrust deeply inside me, and yelled out my name. “Fuck, Jelly. You’ve got the best goddamn pussy in the world.”

Then he flipped me over on my stomach, pulled me by my hips, and said, “Face down, ass up, baby.”

I did my best to comply, almost too exhausted to move. He smacked my ass. “Higher.” I wiggled my butt in the air, trying to get it as high up as I could. He grabbed my hips, got behind me, and then fucked me hard and fast, pumping into me like a piston, single-minded as he grunted out his pleasure. “I’m going to come,” he shouted. He reached around and pinched my clit in pulses until I screamed.

Fuuuuck,” he moaned as he emptied himself inside me.

I collapsed and he flopped down beside me, both of us sweaty, exhausted, limp, and sated. I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, going in and out of sleep, before he carried me into the bathroom and held me in the shower, cleaning me gently and methodically.

“I thought you said you were going to go slow and take your time,” I reminded him.

He grinned sheepishly, water tracking down his face and beading in his beautiful eyelashes. “Yeah, I couldn’t. That’ll have to happen another time.”

He dried me off, taking his time and making me feel… loved.