Page 47 of Seduced By the Billionaire
Ronan pressed his finger into her pussy, keeping the pressure on her clit with his other hand, and went to town on her freshly washed back door. Every time his tongue hit that sensitive ring of muscle, she moaned louder until she was panting in tiny high-pitched bursts.
“I need you inside me,” she squeaked. “I want to come on your dick.”
“Oh, you will,” he chuckled, then flicked the tip of his tongue against her asshole, two fingers in her pussy, her clit rolling against his thumb.
Her muscles contracted. She pressed her face into the mattress and screamed, pussy throbbing, the waves forcing the air from her lungs. When the last wave collapsed on itself, she lifted her head and turned to look over her shoulder.
Ronan smiled. Then he slipped his fingers from inside her and stood, positioning the head of his cock at her opening.
“No,” she whispered, and he stopped short, eyes widening with worry.
She pushed herself to standing and turned to face him. “Let me fuck you the way I wanted to in that club,” she said.
The smile on his face was the most genuine she’d ever seen, his eyes hooded with lust, his meaning clear—I’ll let you do anything you want to me. And that only made it sexier.
He let her guide him backward, and when the mattress hit his knees, he sat down, his hands on her bare ass.
“What did you want to do to me in that club?” she asked.
“I wanted to touch you,” he said.
She swayed her hips side to side, a sultry, intoxicating rhythm. “Show me.”
He drew his hands over her hips, tracing her ribs. When he reached the globes of her breasts, she arched her back, offering them to him. He leaned in and sucked her nipple between his teeth, biting down gently as he slid his other hand between her legs once more. Her wetness had slithered down her thighs—slick to the knees.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned.
“Did you want to be inside me?”
“I always have. I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you.”
She turned her back on him, widening her stance. He planted his hands on her hips, guiding her as she eased herself down into his lap. The head of his dick slipped into her pussy from behind, and she thrust backward quickly, forcefully, taking every inch of him inside her.
He hissed a breath and grabbed her right nipple, holding her against his chest as she rotated her hips, fucking him harder, squealing when he found her clit with his fingers once more.
He met her rhythm thrust for thrust, the tip of his cock slamming into her cervix as she worked her body against his. But she wanted more.
She stopped and slid forward just enough for the head of his dick to emerge from her depths.
“Are you okay?” he asked, but she was already sliding backward again, this time with his dick aimed at her backdoor.
“I want you to come in my ass,” she said, shocked by the words. But they were absolutely true. She’d never let anyone touch her back there, but what Ronan had just done with his tongue awakened new fantasies she’d never known she had.
“I have lube,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “Night table. Want me to get it?”
“No. Don’t move.” Juliette’s legs shook as she snatched the bottle from the drawer. “Just so you know… I’ve never done this before,” she said as she passed it over.
“Don’t worry,” he said in that rasp that always made her insides melt. “I’ll be gentle with your virgin asshole. I’ll make it feel good.”
She waited, trembling, while he squirted the lube onto his cock. She slowly lowered herself to sit in his lap once more and slid back until the head of his dick pressed against that tender pucker of muscle.
Ronan shifted as if to take it slow, but she forced her hips backward. He grunted as the head of his cock popped beyond the outer ring, and she responded in kind, the sensation intense but delicious—so fucking full.
Juliette rocked harder against him, shaking with need, taking him deeper, deeper, a little at a time, squeaking out a protest when he pulled out. She heard the wet sound of the lube as he reapplied, but she was hungry for him—impatient. She wanted to be stuffed with his cock. She felt insane with desire, outside herself as if she had never been anything else but this sexual being, created for pleasure—for joy.
“You okay?” he asked, perhaps mistaking the tension in her shoulders for pain.
Instead of answering, she rammed herself backward, burying his cock deep inside her ass.
