Page 23 of Hard and Unprotected

The billionaire stirred again, pressing another soft kiss to my lips.

“Are you alright?” he rumbled, concern in those blue eyes now. I must have looked so confused and out of it.

“Yes,” I murmured tentatively, eyes blinking slowly. “Yes, I think I’m alright.”

“Good,” was his curt word. “Because I want to do this.”

And without losing a moment, he bent his head and licked my slit, trailing that tongue over my soft folds. Oh god. It felt so good, sizzles already beginning to burn within.

The big man smirked.

“To make it feel better,” he grunted. “For you, sweetheart.”

If I was dizzy before, then I fell off the earth from the unfamiliar sensations of intense pleasure then. Because I’ve never been with a man before, and being with Mr. Lincoln is like going from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. I went from beginner to experienced, hopping dozens of levels with the billionaire leading the way.

He knows no mercy. He gives no quarter.

And I took that cock flat on my back.

Between my lips.

On my hands and knees, big ass in the air.

And oh god, but on my side, his leg bent over mine. On my other side, one giant hand squeezing my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while making me scream.

And my favorite.

When I was so exhausted, sleep clouding my mind, the billionaire did it again. That’s right. I was in a daze, already floating away to Never Never Land, only to be woken by giant dick easing into my swollen snatch.

And it never felt so good.

My creamy twat sucked him in, eager for more. My limp body sprang to life, opening for him, welcoming that massive fuckshaft.

Because I’ve seen porn.

I’ve played with a few toys here and there.

But no one ever said it was like this.

No one ever said belonging to a man was so incredible.

And Mr. Lincoln has taken over everything, my mind and body completely his.

But curiously, he was unaffected.

“Tomorrow night, we’ll do dinner with my parents,” he said, dropping a light kiss on my lips. “They’re expecting us.”

So soon?

I jolted up, startled.

But Mr. Lincoln shrugged.

“Might as well get this ball rolling,” he growled. “The sooner you meet Henry and Evelyn, the sooner we can get this underway. You free tomorrow night?” he asked.

And what else could I say?

“Okay.”