Page 57 of The Billionaire Invitation

“You’re teasing me,” she complained on a broken cry.

“Yes. I am.” The vibration alone just about took her out.

When he continued this time, he allowed her lifting and dropping hips to set the rhythm. He followed every other solid lick with a few in rapid succession and then backed off before diving in again. This was possibly the most amazing she’d felt in her entire life.

Finally, when she was about to crest, he stopped and instructed, “Easy, easy. I want a slow, long orgasm. I want you to come and then I want you to come again and then I want you to come again. I don’t want any big game-enders yet. I want to be down here a while.”

She nodded, willing to agree to any kind of orgasm so long as she had one.

“Are we clear?” he teased, enjoying holding her at the edge.

“Yes, yes, yes.” And on that final, yes she came as he requested, slow and easy. Her lips pursed, the sounds exiting her mouth lifting into high-pitched mews.

She rode each exquisite wave, and it was as he’d requested: easy, and not a game-ender.

As one orgasm ended, he laid waste to her again, going as slowly as possible—stringing her along. His mouth would climb one leg, and then the other, before returning to her clit to tease her mercilessly. The same instruction followed: go slow, go easy.

After about three or four rounds that wrung the strength from her body, she was buzzing with satisfaction. He was lowering his head for another taste when she palmed his head and demanded, “I want to suck your cock.”

She had to say something to make him stop. She wasn’t at endgame yet, but close. Any more and he’d render her useless. She’d be asleep before she could have him inside of her.

He raised his head and his eyebrows, his handsome face framed by the V of her thighs. She took a mental photo of the image and tucked it into the back of her mind—he was a glorious sight.

The last time he’d been facedown between her legs was at the penthouse. Instead of lush fantasy-like surroundings, they were surrounded by her plants and lying on top of her floral quilt. In the sanctuary of her bedroom, the intimacy had gone through the roof.

Which brought her back to why she’d started talking dirty. Surviving a temporary affair with him required her to file it alphabetically under XXX.

“I thought that would get your attention.” Using her hands, she pushed herself toward the headboard and then slapped the side of the mattress next to her. “On your back, Mr. Crane. My turn to have a taste. Fair is fair.”

“You’re ruining my plans.” But the smile on his face suggested that nothing was ruined.

He laid on his back. She climbed on all fours, delighting when his gaze went to her swaying breasts and stayed there for a beat.

His cock was strong and proud, swollen and thick. There was no hiding from her when he was in this state. She was the predator and he was the prey. The switch in roles turned her on more. She could drink his vulnerability like fine wine.

She lowered her mouth to the tip and circled it with her tongue. Using her other hand, she gently massaged him as she continued sucking.

His low groans filled the air as his clenched fists bunched up her blankets. When she stole a look at him, she was pleased to find him staring back at her. The heat in his eyes was unparalleled, the blacks of his pupils eating up his irises.

This was Dante out of control.

No.

This was Dante under her control.

She didn’t know she craved that until this very moment.

Just when her jaw was beginning to grow sore, and his girth was becoming too much to bear, he gently pulled from her mouth.

“On top,” he growled. “Right now. I’m going to fuck you.”

She straddled his hips, lining up her center with the head of his dick before sliding down as slowly as she could manage. Unsurprisingly, thanks to his ample attention earlier, she was slick and ready for him.

They moaned together as she seated herself fully. His hands went to her hips. He guided her, gently at first, up and down, up and down.

Then he picked up the pace, fucking her as promised. She reached up to fondle her breasts, paying particularly close attention to her responsive nipples. But when he was close, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, she transferred her hands to his chest. Partially to hold herself upright, and partially to enjoy one last big release. As good as those little ones had been, and as much as she still pulsed as a result, this is what she had been looking forward to all afternoon.

Her losing control with him as he lost himself in her.