Page 27 of Date The Billionaire

“Laney, you don’t really think I could say no to you when you’re so very temptingly laid out on my counter, do you? Come on, I know a much better place for this.”

I jumped down from the counter and followed him into the other room after I took his hand. The fire was the only light in the room, the curtains at the window blocking out the sun completely, and I saw a large bed in the middle of the room.

King sized and covered in white sheets, the headboard and foot of the bed were made from oak wood. The mattress was a plush memory foam that I could feel myself sinking into as I sat down. I stared up at Jake and waited for whatever came next. I wanted it, whatever it was he wanted to offer me.

He smiled, a sexy smile of pleasure as he came to lean over me again. I fell back against the bed when he moved forward, wanting nothing more than to feel Jake over me. He followed me, but only long enough to kiss me. He began to slide down my body, the panels of my shirt opened as his fingers released the rest of the buttons.

I pushed at his shirt with greedy hands, I wanted to feel his skin. I found the buttons of his shirt and sped through them before I pushed his shirt away from his shoulders. Strong and muscled, Jake was perfection in firelight. At last, my fingers touched his smooth skin and the touch was a pleasure I couldn’t deny. I moaned as my fingers trailed down his shoulders and arms, then around to his back.

Jake had other ideas, though, and he was soon sinking down my body, pushing my jeans and panties away as he did so. He sank to his knees on the floor, his bare chest gleamed in the firelight. His hands parted my thighs slowly, and his eyes blazed as he saw me fully for the first time.

His fingers trailed down my folds, barely splitting me open. I could feel how slick I was already and let my head fall back, but kept my eyes open to watch him. He studied my body, from the tips of my full breasts, over the softness of my belly, and down to where his fingers were sliding me open.

My hips thrust up into the air of their own accord as Jake’s middle finger slipped into me, the intimate touch made more erotic for watching him.

“I want to taste you, to suck your wet pussy until I drown in you, Laney. I don’t think I can wait that long to fuck you. I’m going to try, though.”

Before I could protest and tell him how much I wanted to feel him inside me, he stole my thoughts by running his tongue up my slit. I lost the ability to breathe when he sucked at my clit, his hand tilting my ass so he had a better angle.

With determined swipes of his tongue and his thumb probing at my opening, Jake drove me to a pleasure I’d only experienced the last time his tongue was on me. I thought it was just the heightened thrill of being caught that had made me come so fast and so hard then, but it was the same now. Almost every place Jake touched me turned into an erogenous zone capable of getting me off.

Even now I could feel the threatening pressure of an impending orgasm as my hips moved in time with the flick of his tongue. I groaned with each sucking pull of his lips, and then, I was gone. I spiraled into a world where only Jake and the pleasure he gave me existed.

His tongue lashed at me, drove me higher, over the edge again and again, until I was grasping at his head to make him stop. Only he didn’t stop. He sucked harder at the center of my pleasure, his hands gripped my hips to hold me in place. I felt him growl against me as he sucked up the juices of my pleasure, and then I was gone again.

I felt my throat go raw as I gasped and cried out things I forgot as soon as I said them. All I wanted was to never stop feeling this way.

My thighs clasped around his head as one final bolt of pleasure shot through me, and I fell back exhausted onto the bed. I couldn’t even speak the words I wanted to say. Thank you, don’t stop, more, I love you. All I could do was try to remember how to breathe as he came up beside me, his clothes gone and his body on full display.

I saw how glorious a naked Jake was a few moments later when I could finally open my eyes. First one, then the other cracked open as he stroked my hair and waited for me to come back to life.

“Shall we continue or do you want to sleep?” he asked with a wicked smile.

“Do you really think I could say no to you after that, Jake? No way.” I pushed up to kiss him, my eyes and hands hungry for him.

He fell back this time and I straddled him, his cock hard between us. I moaned again, my body already primed for him, but I only slid over him slickly, a twist of my hips that made him gasp as his eyes went round.

“Laney, don’t you think we should...”

I put my finger over his lips as he held up a condom. “Probably, but not just yet, Jake. I want to explore you now.”

I let my hands wander over him, over his hard pecs, down his flat abdomen, around to cup and squeeze his hard ass.

Jake was proud of his body, and he should be, the man was one line of muscle after another. His arms, his torso, and fuck, those thighs. Even his calves were full, hard muscles, not the thin twigs of some men. Jake’s body was made for power, for sex. Sex with me.

I kissed him everywhere, his neck, down to a nipple. I grinned when a flick of my tongue over his nipple made him hiss. It seemed he liked it, so I did it again. His hips thrust up into me as I did so, and I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to touch him. I slid down beside him, down his abdomen, down to the hard ridge of his heavy cock. Thick and long, Jake’s cock was a glory in itself.

My fingers couldn’t close around him, and he was much longer than the average short swift swipe. Jake required a complete stroke as I began to move my hand on him. He allowed me a moment to learn him before he put a stop to it.

“Laney, if you keep doing that, I’ll come in your hand and after all of the waiting we’ve done, that is not where I want to come tonight.”

I felt my own eyes go wide at the admission. I had power here, power to give pleasure, to make him lose control. I breathed in deep and pulled my hand away. I brushed around on the duvet until I found the foil covered condom. I quickly had the condom out and on his length before I straddled him once more, his cock once again caught between us.

Rather than sinking straight onto him, I wanted to hear him beg me for relief. That sudden moment of power thrilled me, and I wanted more of it. I kissed him, deep, hard, and with every bit of passion I had within me. Our mouths danced together, his hands at my hips in an attempt to hold me still, but I matched the rhythm of the kiss to the rhythm of my hips.

He moaned helplessly beneath me as I stroked him with my wet heat, and I felt my back arch in response. I wanted to give in then, I wanted to plunge down onto the throbbing length of his cock, I wanted to impale myself on him, but it wasn’t right, not just yet. We’d waited so long, and now, I wanted this ride to be memorable.

I wasn’t immune to the erotic pleasure of dancing on Jake’s dick, or to the way he pressed into my clit every time my hips swirled on him, and my own breath was ragged by the time he pulled his lips from mine and buried my face in his shoulder.