Bound To Him: Three Dates with a Billionaire by Emma Lyn Wild Read Free Book Online Page B

without a backward glance. He had black boxers on underneath. Nothing could have showcased his erection better. It strained so hard against the fabric I could see the ridge under the head. I swallowed. It was quite the size. Bigger than anything I’d had before, that was for sure.
    He stepped forward and at last climbed on to the bed. He settled between my spread legs, and leaned back, as he had downstairs, his blatant gaze settling on my sex. “Pretty. So pink and wet. I wonder what you taste like?”
    Before I could guess what he was doing, he bent and licked me. His tongue probed into my most secret places. My instant reaction was to cry out. My body arched hard. He put one hand on my stomach and pushed me back down, resting his chin on my mound. “Delicious,” he said.
    Doing it — fucking — so deliberately was new to me. I’d never been so needy, and so aware of myself. My body, my needs. It was screaming for attention. His close study and my inability to hide any part of myself was killing me.
    “I might take another taste, or I might play with these.” Reaching up, he tweaked my nipples, the shot of pain going straight to my center. He smiled when I cried out. “You can feel your own arousal, can’t you? Everything’s building to the end. But you won’t get there for some time.”
    “It’s torture,” I groaned.
    “No it’s not. I’ll show you torture.”
    He straightened, enough to lick me again. But this time he didn’t stop there. He took my clit into his mouth, sucked it right in, pulled it like he was sucking a popsicle. Ignoring my cries, he sucked hard, and then licked. Curling his tongue deeper along the crease, he nuzzled my opening.
    “Fuck! Troy!”
    He hummed and vibrations rumbled through my most sensitive tissues. I wanted to put my hands on his shoulders, to urge him on, make him do more but I remembered what he told me. If I freed myself, he’d stop. I believed him.
    Troy did more than taste me. He ate me up, working his mouth over me until I was yelling for him to stop, not to stop, whatever it took.
    He went back to my clit and shoved a finger inside me. Moved it about. I screamed. He removed his mouth long enough to say, “Wait until it’s my cock,” then went back to work. Thrills went through me, urging me up, ever closer to the edge.
    Then he stopped. Just pulled out and lifted his head. His mouth was red and wet with — me. I gasped when I saw the lascivious expression in his eyes. I’d seen it in the movies, but here and now, with all his attention concentrated on me, it was devastating.
    “Should I leave you now?”
    To my horror, he climbed off the bed and stood next to it, staring down at me. He said nothing, but his erection was bursting from his underwear. Quickly he skinned down his briefs and his cock sprang free. Hard, juicy and for tonight at least, mine. Would he tease me with it and leave? Oh, fuck, but I needed him so much. If he did, I’d have to — no, I wouldn’t go there. I wanted him, wanted his weight pressing me into the mattress, his skin touching mine.
    “You’re incredible,” I whispered.
    He opened the same drawer he’d gone into before. What now? Was he about to bring out some other instrument of torture? Nipple clamps perhaps? My head still reeling from what he’d just done, I watched him dip his fingers into the drawer.
    He came out with a foil packet. I breathed out deeply.
    Pausing, he smiled at me. “Maybe I should get the flogger.”
    “Don’t even joke about it,” I said, near to tears because he was taking so long.
    “Another time.” That was the second time he’d referred to another date, to later. I assumed we were having a one-night stand. My first, as it happened.
    At last, he rolled on the condom. I watched him as he came closer, his cock proudly erect. If I hadn’t had my legs wide open already, it would have happened now. My knees automatically rose, but I couldn’t lift them because my feet were tethered to the