The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

“But it is mine, Jenner.”

She teased my crown with her wetness, my fingers biting her in response, until she lowered all the way to my base.

“Goddamn it, Jo.”

I tried to find air, to push away that climax that was already threatening, to just enjoy this moment.

But some things felt too fucking good, and her pussy was one.

My neck leaned back, my eyes aimed at the cabin ceiling, my balls tightened as she turned her hips, rocking her pussy forward and back, rising every other motion.

“Fuck!”

I held her waist, lost in those delicious curves, guiding her speed.

But she didn’t need the help, nor could I control her.

This was what she wanted.

And she was fucking taking it.

As I looked at her again, her tits jumped from every bounce, her mouth opened from the pleasure. Her hair fell over her shoulders, hiding her nipples, and I leaned forward, taking one of those hard buds into my mouth.

Gnawing, sucking, licking like it was her clit.

I watched her face as she fucked me, a determination in her eyes.

There was no question in either of our minds-my cock was hers.

And she was claiming every inch of it.

Not letting up until I filled her.

“If you don’t slow down,” I warned, “you’re going to make me come.”

My fingers went to her clit, feeling the wetness that covered it, and I rubbed her.

She moaned, “You’re going to do the same to me.” Her teeth sank into my lip. “And it’s going to happen fast.”

I could see the sensation moving through her body.

I could sense it.

Because it was spreading into me.

My balls ached for a release, my body almost turning numb as she plunged over me.

“Jo.” I couldn’t hold off any longer. Not with the tightness that was taking over, not with the warmth that was swallowing me. “Fuck yes!”

Her speed increased, her hips swayed, and I swore I was going in even deeper.

“Oh, Jenner,” she cried and then screamed as I added more friction to her clit. “Fuck!”

She was unraveling.

Shuddering.

Yelling out her orgasm.

And I was right behind her.

I arched my back, driving into her, repeating the same movement until the intensity blasted through me. I grabbed her with my other arm, each stroke milking me harder.

When she pressed her lips to mine, letting me taste her orgasm, it was my turn to lose it.

Her tightness narrowed around me, and each dip sucked more cum from my cock, my load soaking into her wetness.

“Jo …”

I began to slow, and she took over, keeping up the motion until I made her stop.

My fingers left her clit, and I wrapped her in my other arm, pulling her against my chest.

When I finally caught my breath, I cupped her face, my eyes finding hers. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Her long lashes blinked several times; her teeth found her lip.

But her smile was there.

It was always there.

“Jenner, my heart is yours.”

JOANNA

T

he moment Jenner was within reach, I stood on the tips of my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. As we hugged, I pressed my face to his chest, my cheek against his hard muscles. My eyes closed as my hands fisted his shirt. I inhaled as deep as I could to fill my lungs with him, his spicy cologne taking hold of me.

“Hi,” I said softly, glancing up at his face.

“Mmm. I’ve missed you.” He pressed his mouth to mine, giving me his tongue before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth-his favorite of the two. “I thought about you all day.” His hands lowered to my butt, squeezing my cheeks. “You know what didn’t help?”

I grinned, already knowing the answer. “What’s that?”

“That fucking picture you sent me.”

My head tilted back as I laughed. “About that … I’m sorry, I guess?”

While I’d been at lunch with two of my colleagues, I’d gone to the restroom, and before I dropped my thong all the way down, I’d snapped a photo and sent it to him.

“Do you know how hard it was not to drive to your office and fuck you on top of your desk?” He cupped my pussy over my dress. “Knowing I couldn’t because I didn’t want your father to get wind of me coming there.” His mouth moved to my neck. “So, that wasn’t very nice of you to tease me like that.”

I squirmed as his tongue tickled my skin. “I thought you needed a sample of what you’re going to get tonight.”

His mouth went to my collarbone, kissing the sensitive spot near my throat. “You know how much I love your pussy, how much I crave it. You left me with a hard-on all goddamn day.”

His exhales caused my nipples to pebble, my body to set on fire.

My legs begged to spread.

His hands moved to my face, holding my cheeks steady. “I spent hours at my desk, thinking about what I was going to do to your cunt tonight.”

Tingles spread through me. “What are you waiting for?”

He took my earlobe into his mouth. “For my chef to leave.”

My eyelids opened. “He’s here? Now?”

I’d smelled something amazing when I walked into his house a few seconds ago. Since Jenner’s office was off the entryway and he’d been sitting behind his desk, I hadn’t made it into the kitchen to see that it was his chef and not takeout.

“He is,” he said, “and dinner should be ready in five minutes.”

“I’m starving.”

He smiled, pressing his finger to the center of my lips. “You know that throb you’re feeling between your legs right now? That’s what I’ve been feeling since your little photo stunt.” I went to respond, but he pushed down harder. “The second he’s gone, my cock is going to slide in here”-he traced the slit of my mouth-“and then it’s going in here.” He dropped his hand to my pussy.

I moaned. “Where’s your mouth going?”

“Baby, you know that I dream about licking your pussy.” He grazed his nose across my cheek. “But if you need to hear me say it, then I can tell you, I haven’t stopped thinking about how you’re going to taste. How I want your wetness all over my lips and soaking in my beard.”

I practically shuddered. “Jenner …”

“I’m going to slip a finger into your ass and finger-fuck that tight, wet hole while I lick you, and when you come”-he moved his mouth to my ear-“I’m not going to stop. I’m going to do it again. And again.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Are you wet?”

He reached under the bottom of my dress, touching the outside of my panties. The sensation of his fingers running along the satin sent an explosion through me. It only heightened when he moved the material to the side and touched my clit.

“Yes … so fucking wet.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, smelling me, licking me off him. “Now, it’s time for dinner.”

He led me out of his office, every step causing my body to ache even more for his touch. It felt like he had brought me to the edge of an orgasm, and suddenly, his tongue had stopped, leaving me there, hanging, shouting for more. And I was still internally yelling as we arrived in the kitchen, where his chef was plating our food.

“Good evening, Craig,” I said, smiling at him.

My cheeks were flushed, like I’d just stepped out of Jenner’s sauna, my breath labored.

I hoped Craig couldn’t tell.

“Nice to see you, Jo.” His gaze shifted to Jenner as he said, “I’ve set you guys up on the patio. If you want to take a seat, I’ll bring out an appetizer in just a second.”

“Thank you,” I replied.