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The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #4) Page 57
Author: Jessica Clare

His smile turned rueful. “You shouldn’t after our previous experience, but that wasn’t the question. Do you trust me?” He enunciated the last sentence, each word punctuated by a tiny thump of his finger against her thigh. “In bed, right now. Do you trust me to give you another orgasm?”

She felt breathless at the thought. “Exactly how many was the game plan tonight?”

He chuckled. “As many as I can give you before I lose my own control.” His hand went to his lap and he stroked his cock idly, and her mouth went dry at the sight of that. How did this feel for him, lavishing all this attention on her body without getting a single thing in return . . . yet? “I just don’t want you to waste your time if you don’t have to—”

His eyebrows went high. “Did you just call oral sex a waste of my time?”

“I just meant that I’m already—”

Asher leaned forward and his hands went to her thighs before she could even say the words. “I promised you foreplay and orgasms, and you’re going to get them, damn it. Waste of time, indeed,” he muttered.

And with one swift motion, he pushed her neatly clasped thighs apart.

Oh, she was wet. She could feel it the moment her legs came apart and the cool air brushed the tops of her thighs. She was soaked, actually, to an embarrassing degree. She’d never been so aroused. And it was clear he knew she was wet, because he groaned at the sight of her spread thighs and his lips curved in that mouthwatering little grin of his. “If you’ll excuse me, sweetheart, I’m about to dive in and waste my time for a bit.”

“Asher—”

He leaned in, and then his mouth was on her flesh.

A sharp squeak erupted from her throat and then she fisted her hands in the pillow behind her head again. Oh god. Oh god. He wasn’t going slow like he had with her breasts. He’d delicately made love to those.

He was devouring her pussy.

His tongue stroked over her folds, brushing over her clit and sending shock waves through her body. She heard his groan of pleasure, and then felt him part her folds. “You are so fucking sweet, Greer. So delicious. I can tell right now I’m gonna be down here for hours, sweetheart.”

She whimpered. Her breasts ached, her nipples tight, but it was nothing compared to the sensations crashing through her from his mouth on her sex. He pushed one thigh up until her leg was bent, and then moved it over his shoulder. The other one quickly followed suit, and then, dear lord, she was straddling him as he buried his face between her legs and tongued her for all he was worth.

And oh god, it was incredible. Greer pulled the pillow out from under her head and bit down on a corner, because his mouth—oh god, oh god, oh god—was everywhere. He was licking every inch of her, and just when she thought he was slowing down, he’d stroke his tongue over her clit, making her entire body jerk in response.

Tension began to build in her body, and she moaned as he dragged his tongue over her clit again in the most deliciously frustrating movement ever.

His head jerked up. “Was that a moan?”

She shot him the finger, still biting down on the edge of the pillow.

Asher gave her a delighted look, utterly pleased with himself. “Clearly I must be doing something right to squeeze that out of my lovely but silent Greer. I’ll just have to redouble my efforts.”

Oh god, she was going to die of pleasure overload, she thought as she watched him lean in again, and then his mouth disappeared between her legs. She felt his tongue flick over her clit again, and couldn’t resist a second moan when she realized he was watching her as he licked her, as his tongue moved over her clit.

Her hips bucked when he pressed his tongue hard against her clit and then began to slowly stroke. This time he wasn’t leaving her clit and letting his tongue dance away to torment other parts of her. His attention had moved there full time, and he licked and sucked at the already-sensitive bud, constantly teasing it. She felt a finger push against her core, and then he was stroking one thick digit inside her, even as his mouth clasped over her clit again and he sucked.

Another one of those hateful groans escaped her, and she bit down harder on the pillow, her breath moving in and out of her nose, making her sound like a bull about to charge. She didn’t care. His mouth was the only thing that mattered anymore, and when he dragged the tip of his tongue in a circle around her clit, and then thrust into her again with his finger? God. When he added a second finger and started pumping into her harder? Pleasure built in her body like a tidal wave, until every brush of his tongue on her flesh was scorching her and sending endless shockwaves through her body. She barely realized she was undulating in time with his finger thrusts, or that one of her hands had gone to his head and was clinging to his hair, holding him in place as he tongued her.

Her legs knew she was about to come before she did. They tightened over his shoulders and suddenly her entire body felt as if it were stiffening. Her groans turned into whimpers, and then she tried to push his head away because it was too much, and she was going to shatter and explode and oh god, he wasn’t moving his head away but tonguing her with even more enthusiasm, his fingers pumping into her even faster—

And then she came, biting down on the edge of the pillow, a muffled scream rising in her throat. Her entire body clenched and she felt her pussy spasm around his fingers even as he thrust into her. He was murmuring something against her flesh, something about how sexy she was, and how her taste was amazing, and how wet she was and to keep coming for him, but it was all lost behind the dull roar of the blood rushing through her body as the most intense orgasm of her life seared through her. And then seared through her again. And again. Because with each ripple of orgasm, he wasn’t stopping but pushing her harder, making her come even more until her entire body felt wrung out and her head was pounding and still he licked her. Her legs jerked with every rasp of his tongue over her sensitive clit, and still he didn’t lift his head.

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