Page 55 of Billionaire Bad Boy Auction

DEAN

My hands moved of their own accord, sliding up Portia’s back, pulling her into my lap. My erection was hard as a rock. I could pound nails. Ever since I first laid eyes on her, I had felt this need. I knew no other woman would do. It had to be her.

I told myself to slow down, to think this through, but the way she kissed me—like she was just as hungry as I was made it impossible to stop.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling and tilting my head back so she could continue to devour me. When she broke away just long enough to catch her breath, I didn’t give her the chance to second-guess anything. I slanted my mouth over hers again, deepening the kiss until the room spun around us.

I pushed her away just enough for me to get to my feet. “Come with me,” I said.

She didn’t ask where we were going. She took my hand and let me lead her upstairs. We walked into my bedroom. I paused. If she wanted to turn around and leave, I wouldn’t stop her.

“I should be on top,” she said.

I smirked. “Works for me.”

I reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My cock jumped at the sight of her. She was stunning.

I quickly pushed down her pants, hooking my thumbs in her thong and pushing both down. I cursed under my breath. Her body was a work of art, every curve, every dip driving me mad with need.

She reached for my sweats and jerked them down. I didn’t have time to think before she dropped to her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth. I groaned loudly, swear words bubbling up from deep inside me as I fought to keep myself from coming undone right there on the spot. It felt like an electric shock coursing through my entire body.

I grabbed fistfuls of her hair and held on tight as she bobbed her head up and down on me, sucking harder and faster with each passing moment. Her tongue flicked at the sensitive skin beneath the crown of my cock, driving me closer to the edge without mercy.

My knees buckled. I thought I might fall in a heap to the floor.

“Portia, I can’t,” I groaned. “You have to stop.”

She pulled back and looked up at me with pure mischief in her eyes. “I was just getting started.”

“Yeah, well you’re a little too good at that and I was on the verge of finishing.” I reached down and pulled her to her feet. “Get on the bed.”

“Me on top?”

“No. Lie down.”

I didn’t wait to see if she would obey. I walked to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. I pulled out a condom and looked over my shoulder. She was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I told you to lie down,” I said.

I gently pushed at her shoulder. She flopped back onto the bed. I wanted to take my time, but the sight of her spread out before me made it impossible. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. My fingers traced over her folds, opening her for me. I leaned down, taking her into my mouth, savoring the taste of her. She tasted fucking incredible.

Her legs wrapped around my head, pulling me closer to her. I sucked harder, feeling the vibration of her moans against my lips. Her hips bucked upward, meeting my movements with a desperation that sent shivers down my spine.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, but I didn’t mind the pain. It only served to intensify the sensations cascading through me. I found a rhythm, sliding my tongue as she arched her back off the mattress.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I felt myself on the brink of release. But I wouldn’t let it happen yet. Not without seeing her come apart beneath me first.

I pulled away from her for just a moment, almost regretting the loss of contact with her sweet heat. I reached up and fondled one breast, then the next. She moaned and writhed, her legs open and her wet core exposed.

“Dean,” she moaned.

I wanted to drag things out. I wanted to make her crazy with desire, but I was on the edge. I had to give her an orgasm so I could plunge inside her.

My mouth went back, determined to take her over the edge. I sucked harder, thrusting my tongue into her and tasting her sweetness. She cried out, arching her back off the mattress. I pulled at her swollen clit until she screamed with the pleasure of her orgasm.

I lapped at her until she was twitching with the aftershocks of the orgasm. I went up on my knees and quickly rolled on the condom.

She watched me with hooded eyes, anticipation and need written all over her face. She was ready for me. I positioned myself at her entrance.