The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel by Georgia Carre (readict .TXT) 📕

wetness of her mouth envelops me. I revel in the warmth and sweetness of her mouth, as she eases the head of my cock between her plump lips, and slides her tongue along my burning skin making me growl. When she sucks my dick all the way in it bumps the back of her throat, she eases up a little to keep from gagging. But goddamn, what a little heroine, she dives right back down.

“Yes. Right there, baby,” I encourage.

She sinks down further than before, until I feel my cock head enter her throat. Her body jerks, and she pulls up again. I feel her relax her muscles before she glides her mouth down again. She gets a little further down every time.

I savor every second, every sensation.

I know she’s not going to get all of me in, but damn I love that she is trying so hard. Still sucking my shaft, she cups my balls in one hand, rolling and firmly stroking them. My heart pounds like a drum, and my cock pulses hard. I’m dying to come, but I don’t want this to be over yet. Hell, not ever.

My hips buck, and she lets me thrust into her mouth and throat. Her eyes roll up to find me watching as I fuck her mouth.

I lose it then. I can’t take one second more.

“I’m gonna come…” I warn.

Her eyes are half-closed, sultry, as she carries on sucking up and down the length of me. I rear back and she sinks down one last time, taking me deep inside her throat.

With a roar of pleasure, I reach out and pinch her swollen nipples as the first spurts of my cum coat her tongue. While I shoot the rest of my load, her sapphire eyes never leave me. My thrusts into her slippery mouth slow, then still, and she swallows it all, every last drop. I stare down at her, at how beautiful she looks with my cock buried in her face. For the first time in my life, I have a strange thought: I never want this moment to end.

She carries on sucking gently.

God, what a woman.

Raine

He pulls me up in one swift movement and whirls me around so my back is to the door.

“You drive me crazy,” he groans, his hands sliding over my skin.

I lean my head against the door, moaning his name while his mouth skims my throat and his tongue darts out, hot and hungry. “Jesus, Raine,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my ass.

My whimpers of pleasure echo around us as he caresses the curve of my ass, teasing both of us. He’s right at the lacy hem of my soaked panties, stroking the sensitive skin. My fingers turn into claws as I grip his shoulders hard.

“Oh, my God,” I moan as his mouth moves lower, and lower.

His tongue slides between my breasts, then he sucks and bites each nipple playing with it in his mouth until I want to scream. I hold his head close, urging him on, whispering his name over and over, while he grunts and grinds his rock-hard bulge against my belly. His tongue drags downwards and his fingers dip down there, between my thighs.

“Fuck, Raine, you’re dripping onto my fingers,” he growls when he feels how wet I am.

And now… he’s on his knees. Sliding my panties down, he opens my legs wider. My head rolls from side to side when he buries his face between my legs. God, I’m in heaven. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I writhe and twist with pure ecstasy. His tongue sweeps up and down the length of my slit, lapping up my juices.

“You taste so sweet…” he mutters, before pushing his tongue deeper.

I gasp when he fucks me with his tongue. Suddenly, the tip of his tongue touches my aching, throbbing bundle of nerves, and my thighs clench, and to my total shock, an explosive orgasm rocks me to my core. He holds on to me tightly even as he continues to probe with his greedy tongue. All I know is, I’m floating in a delicious haze of pleasure, and I don’t want to ever come back down to Earth.

When it is all over, and I’m panting hard, he stands and sweeps me up into his arms. Carrying me to the master bedroom he places me on the big bed. He peels off his shirt, revealing a body that looks like it was chiseled out of granite. In the soft light from the bedside lamp his skin looks warm, tanned, glistening. My fingers ache to touch him.

I need to feel his skin on mine. He practically tears my panties off my body, then stands looking down at me. In his eyes are naked hunger and possession. He is looking down at my body as if he owns it.

“Your body…” he whispers as he takes my breasts in his hands again. “Is unbelievable. I swear you are the sexiest woman I have ever met.”

I drape my arms over his bare shoulders, pull him down on top of me, and relish the sensation of his hard, masculine body pressing into mine while we kiss and grind against each other. I never thought it could be like this, so exciting, so racy, and so, so hot. The tension in my body tightens with every kiss, every touch, every taste of his skin.

“I need you. Fuck, how I want you,” he groans. His cock is hot and heavy against my skin.

“I want you too,” I whisper back, my fingers close around his extraordinarily thick length. I feel as if I am not Raine Fillander, the girl from the poor side of town. I feel as if I am a powerful woman and he is my man. I know he is not really my man, but for this weekend he is. And that is all that counts. Even when my head may have denied it my body has wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on