Page 64 of Billionaire’s Promise

“No. Of course not.” That wasn’t what I meant at all. Did I say something I didn’t mean to by mistake? I had known that women interpret things differently than men. I’ve never bothered to explain myself to the women I dated – I didn’t give a shit.

Her side glance and a raised eyebrow told me that she’d been joking, but I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t tell what she was actually thinking anymore.

“I’m just kidding.” June finally said, with a cheeky grin. What a massive relief.

“Phew…”

“But I want you to show me…” She bit her lower lip. Now that totally worked for me. It was so fucking sexy my cock was ready to go again.

The lip biting thing was something I didn’t quite understand before. Why were Americans obsessed with women biting their lower lip? It wasn’t a thing in Asia. Now, seeing June do it, I finally understood.

“Show you what?” I wanted to pretend I knew what she meant but I really couldn’t. But I sure as hell hoped that it had something to do with sex.

“You know…” June leaned back on the fridge and like a magnet, my face followed her, leaving only an inch between us. “I want to know what turns you on.”

A knot formed in my throat. My dick was dangerously close to breaking out of its cage – my boxer shorts.

“You.”

She shook her head, like a schoolteacher disapproving of a lie. I had a feeling that if there was room between her head and the fridge, she would move it further back to punish and starve me from her sweet cherry lips.

“I don’t want the standard answer you give to your dates.” June replied with a pout to those luscious lips as she spoke.

“It’s true.”

“Do you like it rough?” She bit her lower lip again.

“Do you?”

“It was surprisingly arousing when you spanked me.” That didn’t quite answer my question, though I realized that I’d answered her question with a question.

“Did it hurt?” I stroked her soft jawline.

“A little.” She cast her eyes down to the floor, innocently, and somehow, that made me even harder.

“I’m sorry princess.” I wanted to stroke her cheek, but I was too worried it would change the moment. We needed to have this conversation, so I held back.

“But I liked it.” She gave me a pout that sent me to crazy land.

Suddenly I got it. I understood how those silly things like biting their lower lips and pouting, made American men lose their minds. This timid, shy display from her, was fucking beautiful. And suddenly, I couldn’t wait to have her on her knees, or on my table in my playroom.

Her naughty confessions, combined with her lip biting were all she ever needed to turn me on. The rest were all brownie points. Speaking of brownie points, I could see her starting to move, then I felt her hip dancing, brushing on my painfully hard cock, hungry for the sweet tight pussy that belonged to her.

I lifted her up with one arm. June moved gracefully, like she’d done this before and wrapped her legs around my waist. She was going to let me take her wherever I wanted. And do whatever I wanted to her.

The bed was too far for us right now. The way she settled her lips on my neck, sucking hungrily at a place below my jaw, told me that she agreed with me on this. Reaching for the nearest surface, I put her naked ass on the desk by the window.

Removing my shirt that she’d put on, I could see that she was ready and had been ready for a while. Her pussy was dripping wet, so wet that the sides of her thighs were moist from it. The redness and rawness of her pussy from our last few sessions didn’t stop her from wanting more.

Without wasting another second, I found her folds and thrust so hard that the desk moved a few inches.

“Now we’re talking…” She squirmed as she mumbled those words.

I chased the desk and stroked into her a few more times. Objects from the desk fell off one by one as my thrusts shook the whole surface. She clung to the edge of the desk hard to steady herself. I couldn’t control the need I felt for her, the need to claim her with powerful strokes that kept pushing the desk until it bumped up against the floor to ceiling window.

But our game of chase wasn’t over.

June crawled backward until she was back-to-back with the window, a teasing, inviting smile on her face that I couldn’t resist. I climbed on top of the desk, left knee first, then my right. Then, like the seductress that she was, she climbed on top of my lap and rocked.