Page 75 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

She parted her lips further. Our tongues met.

Then came the explosion—hot, wet, messy. A storm of passion that went on for what felt like forever. Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn’t. Her mouth, her tongue, her scent, her taste—everything about her was so addictive. I wanted more. I needed more.

Greedy.

Like a starving puppy that could never be full.

My hands slid over her body, her skin radiating heat, an undeniable lust seeping between us, urging our bodies to connect.

Like two lost puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Cliche, but true.

She moaned, the vibrations travelling through my mouth, up my brain, down my spine, and straight to my dick.

It was a signal.

My princess.

The woman of my dreams.

A moan escaped my throat in response to her call.

“I miss you.”

Words. Finally.

She ran her fingers through my hair and smiled.

“Unbutton me.”

I groaned in reply.

There was no zipper on her dress. Just three paokou buttons at the front. June arched back as I worked on the first one at her collar. It came undone quickly.

The second one wasn’t as cooperative. Who the hell designed these buttons? They were intricate, beautiful—but a nightmare to undo.

“Rip it.”

My cock hardened instantly.

I loved this side of her, the side that took control, commanded me.

Pop. Pop. I tore them apart as she commanded.

Her nipples strained against the thin, silky fabric of her dress. Damn these Chinese dresses—beautiful, elegant, but frustratingly obstructive.

I couldn’t wait.

I cupped her breasts, pressing my lips to the left, then to the right. I breathed in her scent—perfume, warmth, desire—and sucked.

Lick. Suck. Bite. Breathe.

My mouth busied itself as my hands pulled the dress over her head.

Then again—lick, suck, bite.

This time, without the fabric.