Borrowed Billionaire #5 Set it on Fire by Mimi Strong Read Free Book Online Page B

licked up and down, tongue darting along my opening and then moving up, over my nub. He gradually moved the focus up, licking and touching me, nudging a finger into my opening to extend the sensations.
    My pulse quickened and my body arched as he deftly brought me to orgasm with his tongue. I sighed and moaned in pleasure, letting him know how good he made me feel.
    As I was still trembling with the ripples of pleasure from coming, he moved up on the bed and pressed his cock between my legs and then against my opening. I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into me.
    He moaned in pleasure as his thick shaft moved into me. He moved quickly, and then desperately, thrusting against me, eyes closed.
    The tingling around my pussy grew stronger, and my muscles ached with hot pleasure, ready to come again. As he came inside me, his breathing raspy and rough, his whole body wrapping around and inside me at once, I came with him. We moved together, the key and the lock, turning, opening.

    When we finished, he had my hair in his mouth and bite marks on his shoulder from where I thought I'd been kissing him, but apparently had done more than that.
    We pulled apart, both glistening with sweat.
    He shifted up and reached along the wall with one hand.
    I said, “Are you looking for the switch for the fan?”
    He glanced up at the chandelier. There was no fan, because we weren't in Indonesia.
    “I was,” he said, laughing, which made me laugh.
    “We'll go back there someday,” I said.
    “I'd like that.” He kissed me, lingering. “Hey, remember the pool?”
    I giggled. “It was basically a week ago, but yes.”
    “And the shower.”
    “Mm.” I reached down and found that the memory had aroused him.
    “This suite has a great shower.” He cupped my breast tenderly and kissed my throat.
    “With handholds? I wouldn't want to slip and fall and have to sue the owner.”
    “I'll catch you!”
    I laughed and rearranged the top sheet, so that it ran along the length between our bodies, as we were still sticky with sweat.
    “Are you trying to keep me away?” he asked.
    “No, silly. Just didn't want to get all my sweat on you.”
    He yanked the sheet away and traced a line down my stomach. “Why are you sweaty anyway? I was on top, doing all the work.”
    “There's work on the bottom, too.”
    “Then I'll go on the bottom next time.”
    I swung my leg over him and rolled him onto his back, then sat astride him. “Cowgirl style?” I rolled my hips.
    His cock was already hard again, and he rolled his hips down and plunged into me. I gasped and instinctively ground against him, the fires lighting up once more.
    I liked being on top of him like this, and from the look on his face, he liked it too. With him on his back, his hands were free to roam over my body, squeezing my nipples, pulling me down for a kiss or two, and then running along my sides and over my buttocks as I rolled on him, riding that beautiful cock of his, deep inside me.
    He got so hard, I thought he might shatter, but it was me who shattered into a million pieces. With my hands on his chest, I rode him harder and harder, getting the friction in just the right spot. I didn't want it to end, I wanted to keep going just like that forever, but then everything pulsed and the room went white, and I had the most incredible orgasm of my life.
    When I came back down to earth and opened my eyes, he looked worried. I started to ask what was wrong, but he began to buck underneath me, his cock throbbing inside me. He didn't just grunt when he came, but he made a loud, growling sort of noise. It was the sexiest thing ever.

4: A Year Later
    We've been dating for a year now. Me and Luthor Thorne. The billionaire. Who's also just a regular guy (sometimes) and a fantastic boyfriend.
    Here's the deal with Grace and the bet: It was his idea to make the bet, but the stakes were Grace's choosing. He wanted to free his mind from the temptations of sex. He said that if he broke his