Page 68 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

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DORIE

My body shuddered as his warm mouth enveloped my nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Pleasure raced through my veins, chasing away the lingering anxieties about work and Eliza’s wedding. In this moment, with his hands and lips exploring my body, nothing else mattered.

I tangled my fingers in his hair as he switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Arousal pooled between my thighs, dampening my panties. The thin cotton of his boxer briefs did little to conceal his hardening length pressing insistently against me.

Rick’s disgruntled meow broke through the haze. I glanced over to see him watching us with a look of barely concealed disdain.

“He’s probably wondering why I’m making out with someone on the kitchen counter instead of feeding him breakfast,” I said breathlessly.

Kaisen lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire. “Let him wonder,” he murmured huskily. “I’m feasting right now.”

He licked a hot trail up the column of my throat before biting down on my pulse point. I let out a sharp gasp, my head falling back in surrender.

His mouth covered mine again. Kaisen kissed me hungrily. The edge of the counter dug into my thighs, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of his mouth on mine, his tongue stroking against my own as he deepened the kiss.

His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them tightly. He pulled me impossibly closer. I could feel every hard inch of him pressing against my aching core. Heat coiled in my belly. Desire pulsed through my veins like a wildfire.

I wanted him so badly it hurt. I craved the oblivion only he could provide, a temporary escape from the real world and all its problems.

“Lift,” he murmured against my lips.

I knew exactly what he wanted. I put my hands on the counter and lifted my hips to allow him to peel off my panties. I couldn’t believe my bare ass was on the counter. The health department would not be thrilled, but it was my kitchen and I could do what I wanted.

I pushed his briefs down, his cock springing free. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed. He groaned, his hips jerking forward.

“Damn,” he groaned. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“There’s condoms in my bathroom,” I answered.

He laughed softly even as he kissed my ear. “Someone is impatient.”

I squeezed his cock again, pulling another grunt from him.

“Alright, alright,” he said.

I watched him walk away, admiring his tight ass and his muscular thighs. I couldn’t help but whistle.

He looked over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom. I heard him rummage through the drawer.

“Got one,” he said.

He walked back into the kitchen with the condom. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth, rolling the condom over his length as he moved. The man was like a panther, all sleek and muscular.

He didn’t hesitate to reach between my legs. His fingers stroked through my wet folds, teasing my sensitive flesh. I shuddered, my hips rocking eagerly into his touch. He circled my clit with a maddeningly light pressure before dipping lower to tease my entrance.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured appreciatively.

He thrust two fingers deep inside me. I cried out sharply, my inner walls clenching around the welcome intrusion. He pumped his fingers slowly at first before speeding up the pace. His thumb found my clit and rubbed firm circles around the sensitive nub.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me as he fingered me deeply. Conscious thoughts scattered as every nerve ending focused solely on the feel of his touch. Arousal gushed from me, dripping down his hand as he stroked my spasming walls.

“So tight,” he groaned, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly, like you’re trying to milk them dry.”

“Please,” I moaned. “Please. Now.”

He lined his cock up with my opening and pushed just the tip inside. The sensation was electric, a slow, burning stretch that made me gasp. He paused, his dark eyes locked on mine, searching for any hint of hesitation. But there was none—only need, raw and unrelenting. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he pressed deeper, inch by torturous inch. The fullness was overwhelming, a delicious ache that had me arching my back to take more of him.