THE BILLIONAIRE'S GIRLFRIEND

TWELVE

"Don't push me, Malora. I am already on the edge," he warned.

They were like tinder and kindling.

In the lift she raised her eyes to meet his.

Fuck. What the hell?

The door whooshed open.

He took her hand and dragged her behind him. Opened the door and pulled her through, and leaning back against it tugged her to him so she fell smack onto him. Her purse found a quick path to the carpet, opened its guts, spilled. His hot mouth found hers.

The kiss was rough, crazy intense, and filled of urgent need. It was what she saw in his eyes. She went astray. She didn't want to come back from this. His hand located the zip at the back of her neck. That hapless zip flew down and the nun's habit pooled around her shoes.

His hands expertly released the clasp on her bra. One tug and it had gone the way of the dress. She was so lost in the jaws of desire that she barely heard the sound of light lace tearing. Once again, she was naked and he was fully dressed.

For a moment he held her at arm's length simply looking at her, the way he used to do in the beginning. Then he took her to the gilded mirror on the wall.

"Look at you," he snarled. "Your pupils are searching for someone to pleasure you. Anyone would do."

Malora wanted to back away from what she saw. Her eyes were glazed with lust. She looked…hungry, feral…electrified.

He stroked her heated cheeks then he bent his head and his strong white teeth nibbled at her earlobes."Cream and sugar and venom," he said and bit her neck.

In the mirror her eyes widened with shock and pleasure. The sensation was exquisite. The rush of it made her feel reckless. He began to gently suck her skin. She moaned. His mouth moved to my nipple. The skilled precision of his mouth started an aching that travels into her core. She was in a sex-induced frenzy thirsting for him to enter her. The taste of true desire was sweltering.

Malora pushed her ass into the thick, hard snake between them and yearned for it driving inside her. He put a finger on her lower lip and let his finger enter her mouth.

"Suck it."

Malora took the finger between her lips and sucked it gently at first, and then harder. He started to unbuckle his belt.

She got on her knees. The carpet dug into her skin. She opened his fly, pulled up his shirt, and kissed that hard, tight stomach. He became very still. Her tongue flicked out. Tentative, but not for long. Malora licked the golden brown skin, found the line of fine hair and followed it all the way to the elasticized band of his shorts.

Her teeth grasped the material and pull. His cookk sprang free and hovered, swollen and angry over her mouth. She took the throbbing ready meat in her hand. The head swelled, surged, pulsed, and came alive in her hand.

Malora used both her hands to quickly pull the briefs down his thighs while her mouth took in that gorgeous, rock-hard cock. She looked up at him and watched him draw his breath sharply. Slowly, she moved forward and let him witness every inch of his dick sliding between her lips. He pulsed in her mouth and that pushed her into sucking greedily at the head of his erection. She devoured him, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

He thrust his hips forward, jamming himself down her throat. It made her gag.

"Yes. Yes, like that… Exactly like that."

He kept her head in place with his hands as his thrust became more and more urgent until with rigid muscles and a fierce groan, he buckled, and she felt his hot seed jet to the back of her throat. It was slick and left a tang on the back of her tongue as she swallowed. He stayed in her mouth, his head thrown back for a few moments more. Malora eyes looked up at him, waiting for what she did not know. His face dropped down, shadowed, to look at her, her mouth stuffed with his flesh.