Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“It’s there,” he rasped. “It’s absolutely there. You should see what I see, Beth, so perfect, glistening and pure.”
I mewled under his hands, blooming like a flower. Oh god. His hands were so hot on my skin, so strong. His touch made my slit drip even more, I could feel it, the sopping wetness, the overwhelming pleasure. Moaning like a whore, I beckoned to him once more.
“More, Mr. Carlton,” the whisper rose from my lips. “More.”
And the billionaire responded.
“Goddamn, Beth. Goddamn.” He came closer, leaning towards my heat, the steaming folds that welcomed him. “I have to taste it.” And before I could react, his tongue was on me. A long, exploratory lick that made me cry out from pleasure, laving over my lips and nub. Oh god! Oh god oh god! Hot jolts shot straight through my cunt, making me writhe and mewl, welcoming the taste and touch of this man.
“Yes,” came my involuntary cry. “Yes!”
And Mason didn’t disappoint. He tongued my twat again, licking ravenously over my lips while savoring that female nectar. The sucking sound was unbelievable, raw and liquid.
“So sweet,” came a growl from my wet recesses. “So fucking sweet.”
And then it happened. Mr. Carlton didn’t just taste my labia a couple times, biting at my sensitive nub. The big man was intent on sampling everything, and what the CEO wants is what the CEO gets. Forming his tongue into a point, he slid it deep up my vaginal channel until it pressed against my hymen, trailing against the rubbery barrier.
“Oh God!” I threw my head back and panted, rotating my hips and moaning with pleasure as he licked again and again, loving my insides. It was indescribable, so naughty and wrong, and yet so right.
And the sight threw me over the edge. Looking down, Mr. Carlton’s dark head between my legs, tasting my most intimate spot, made me scream and shudder uncontrollably, calling out his name.
“Unnnh! Mason!” I cried, grabbing his shoulders, small hands squeezing at the broad frame. “Unnh, oh god!”
“Come for me,” he rasped into my folds. “Come with my tongue stuffed in your wet pussy.”
And I could only obey. For the first time in my life, I came at the hands of a man. Or more accurately, at the tongue of a man, his mouth buried in my cunt, riding the tremors as an earthquake shook my frame.
Because it was absolutely incredible, hard spasms raging through my snatch, internal muscles going crazy as I cried out over and over again.
“Oh god, Mason! Oh god!”
Trembling like a madwoman, I grabbed the arms of the chair as spasm after spasm wracked my body, a doll in heat. But the big man rode my ecstasy like a pro. With his tongue planted firmly deep inside, he growled as I thrashed on his face, pussy folds clamping and clasping, almost pushing him out. But Mason Carlton is an experienced alpha and he kept his footing, drinking the heavy juices, letting them glide down his throat.
“Fuuuck,” came his harsh rasp deep within my cunt. “Fuck fuck.”
And I collapsed then, my sweetness spent and swollen.
“Ohhh,” came my breathless moan. “Oh god.”
Slowly, Mr. Carlton raised his head. A gasp escaped me then because it was so dirty. The bottom half of the billionaire’s face was soaked with my juices, shiny and wet. And yet those blue eyes bored into me, gleaming, the alpha completely unembarrassed.
“Yeah, I like it like that,” he growled. “You taste sweet, baby girl. Real sweet, like strawberries.”
And I gasped then because I’d eaten strawberries after dinner last night. How did the billionaire know? Was he so familiar with women that he could taste their diet while mouthing pussy cum?
But there was no time because jolting to my feet, I began grabbing clothes right and left, scrambling to get dressed.
“Oh god,” was my pant. “Oh god, oh god.”
Because what had I just done? I’d let the CEO of the company taste my private parts for three thousand dollars. It was wrong, absolutely wrong. Money for a lick of my virginal hymen, cold hard cash for innocence.
But at the same time, it didn’t feel wrong. Because as I grabbed at my clothes, those blue eyes ran over my body, searing my skin once more. And shamefully, heat coursed through my veins again, making my pussy drip like a leaky faucet.
“In a rush baby girl?” the CEO drawled, sprawled in the chair like nothing was wrong. “Got somewhere to go?”
God help me, but those patrician nostrils literally flared then, like he could smell the musky cunt aroma rising once more through the air between us.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d just let a strange man taste my innocence, coming on his face like Fourth of July fireworks. I’d gushed so heavily that even now, his chin was shiny and wet with my juices. Worst of all, it’d been for money. I’d done all that for the promise of four figures in my bank account. In a flash, I ran out the door, fleeing like Cinderella … and yet praying for more with this dominating billionaire.