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Romancing the Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #5)(51)
Author: Jessica Clare

“Condoms,” he agreed thickly, but he didn’t get up from her. He held his body clenched against her own, making her crazy. Then, his mouth sought hers and he gave her another slow, lingering kiss.

He wasn’t moving fast enough, though. She was aching with desire and need, and she felt so empty that she might scream from the delicious ache of it. “Don’t you want to sink deep inside me, Jonathan? Bury yourself balls deep and make me scream with pleasure?”

Jonathan groaned again and pulled away from her clinging legs. He tore off the bed, heading for the condom he’d left on a nearby dresser.

She watched, eyes greedy, as he opened it and rolled it down his thick length. The head of his c**k was a deep, delicious reddish-purple, and she imagined he ached to be inside her as much as she ached to have him there.

Condom on, he approached the bed, the hooded look in his eyes making her quiver with need. She wanted him to climb on top of her and start thrusting away. To take her savagely and fill her up. God, she wanted that so bad.

But he was determined to drive her crazy with lust, it seemed. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to where she lay panting and sprawled, and just gazed down at her.

“You’re beautiful, Violet. Have I told you that?” His fingers caressed the line of her jaw.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” she said, trying to keep her voice playful. When his fingers got near her mouth, she tried to nip them.

“I could stare at you all night,” he said, his gaze going down to her aching br**sts. His hand cupped one, his thumb teasing the nipple as she moaned and strained against the neckties holding her wrists, preventing her from reaching out and grabbing that big, delicious, condom-sheathed erection that was so close but so far away.

“I hope you’re not going to,” she told him breathlessly. “I don’t think my pu**y could stand it.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” He leaned in and gave her another intense, deep kiss, distracting her. She was so engrossed by the feel of his mouth on her own that she didn’t notice his hand until it cupped her mound and he began to drag his fingers back and forth through her wet folds.

Violet whimpered and panted against his mouth. Her h*ps arched off the bed, bucking against his hand. “Oh, God, Jonathan, please.”

“Please what, love?” he whispered against her mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

She wanted relief from that maddening, erotic torment of his fingers. She wanted more of it. Hell, she didn’t know what she wanted. She wanted the orgasm that was so close to rising to the surface. So she simply rolled her h*ps against his hand and when he brushed his fingers against her cl*t again, she gasped. “Right there!”

“Right here, sweetheart?” He dragged a finger through her slickness, down to her core.

“No, no,” she moaned. Cruel tease.

“Here?” he murmured, and circled her cl*t with two of his fingers.

She gasped. “Yes! Oh, God, yes. Right there.”

“Tell me it’s what you want.”

Violet moaned. He was torturing her. “I want it, Jonathan,” she said, practically sobbing the words. “Please, please, play with my clit.”

“I love hearing you say that,” he told her, then shifted on the bed. He leaned over and tongued one of her ni**les even as he continued to rub against her clit. Violet moaned, the dual sensations bringing the budding orgasm closer to the front. She forgot all about wanting penetration and wanting to drive him crazy. She was the one losing her mind, now.

His fingers found a slow, steady pace against her clit, and it was as maddening as it was delicious. “Faster,” she moaned, even as he gently bit down on her nipple. “Oh, God! And keep doing that!”

“I will.” His voice was thick. “Sweet, beautiful Violet.” She felt his hand shift, and his thumb pressed against her clit, then he began to rub slowly back and forth, even as she felt his forefingers push into her core.

Violet moaned, tightening her muscles against him. “Yes,” she cried out again. “I’m so close!” The sensations were overwhelming her, and her entire body felt like it was being pulled tight, like a bow, as he continued to stroke and pet her cl*t with his thumb, his other fingers pushed deep inside her, his mouth tormenting her nipple.

A moment later, she felt it peak inside her, and she gasped, the orgasm ripping through her body with a ferocity that surprised her. She quivered, limbs locked in place as he continued to rub and stroke her through waves of the orgasm, until she was left trembling and panting with need. Then, limp, she relaxed against the pillows, breathing hard. “Oh,” she whispered. “Lord have mercy.” That had been intense.

He lifted his head and she looked down just to see him slowly tongue her nipple. That sent a quivering aftershock through her, and she felt her pu**y clench around his fingers, still buried deep inside her. Slowly, he dragged his thumb over her cl*t again, and she felt another aftershock ripple through her. A moan built in her throat.

“I want you to come again for me,” he told her in that low, intense voice. His fingers pulled back and thrust deep, and she arched as he pushed in, her muscles quivering in response. “I need to see that again. You were so f**king lovely it nearly stopped my heart.”

“Jonathan, please,” she murmured. “I want you inside me. Don’t you ache?”

“I do, but I’m enjoying watching you too much,” he told her.

Time for more dirty talk. She was breathless and wriggling against his touch as he continued to glide his thumb over her oversensitive clit. God, she wanted him to pull away—and to keep going. Little orgasmic quivers kept rocking through her, reminding her that she could have another one at any moment. “But you promised me penetration if I asked for it,” she told him softly. “And I asked for it. I practically begged you for it.”

His fingers thrust deep inside her again, eliciting another moan. “I am penetrating you.”

“No, I want all of you,” she told him. “I want that big thick c**k deep inside me, filling me up until I can’t stand it. Your fingers feel good, but your c**k feels better, and it’s been too long since I’ve had it inside me.”

His dark eyes were practically black with need. “Don’t you want me to bury my face between your legs and make you come again, Violet? I love licking you. Love the taste of you on my mouth.”

Violet quivered. He knew just what to say to make her weak, didn’t he? That mental image haunted her, and she thought of the screaming orgasm he’d given her on the plane. But the ache deep inside her wouldn’t go away, and she wanted to see him come this time. She’d come twice under his hands; she wanted to see that same release on her lover’s face. She wanted to see Jonathan let go.

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