Chapter One
Lily Rose Tiffany gasped at the intense pleasure created by her billionaire boyfriend’s oral lovemaking. Impulsively, she speared her fingers through his silky hair and her nails dug into his scalp as she desperately clutched at his head between her wide open thighs. The tip of his hot tongue lashed her tender clit and then he moved his mouth to lap at her labia. He took turns with each plump fold, sucking deeply until her senses became inflamed and the fire of need scrambled her self-control.
“Ryland, please!” she cried, fighting to catch her breath as he hung her at the edge of bliss. The sensations he created with his mouth were so intense, so agonising that her thighs trembled and her belly quivered and she wanted him inside her, possessing her. But damn him, Ryland Walton ignored her pleas. He chuckled against her pussy, his warm lips melting over her clitoris. He lapped at her aching bud, taking his sweet time in making her come.
He was being rougher than usual tonight and deep down inside her, she knew why. It happened sometimes, when he was away from her for too long, and when he wanted to experience his desire of sharing her with another man. But she couldn’t think about that. Not right now. She just wanted him to fuck her.
He was as tense as she was. Tenser. She could see it in the muscles rippling across his tanned back and the muscles spasming in his broad shoulders as he held her hips tightly with his big hands while he devoured her pussy.
The sexual tension had zapped through the air the instant he’d let himself into her twentieth-floor Manhattan luxury penthouse suite only a few minutes earlier. She’d become aware of his need for sex in his quick predator-like steps as he’d stalked into her bedroom. She’d been sitting on her bed putting together an arrangement of colour swatches for a new client who wanted her entire home redecorated.
Lily hadn’t expected Ryland to be back in town from his business trip to China for at least a few days. She hadn’t been prepared for him. She wore no make-up. No sexy negligee. Only her favourite comfortable, frumpy lace nightie.
He hadn’t said hello. Hadn’t acted his usual gentlemanly self by asking how his best and only woman was tonight. He’d just glared at her with lust-filled, sex-on-demand brown eyes that had made her shiver with excitement. He’d gruffly ordered her to open her thighs to him. He’d watched hungrily as she’d quickly removed her panties and lifted her nightie, tucking the hem above her breasts, bunching the material under her armpits. He’d slipped off his expensive-looking black suit jacket, untied his black Louis Vuitton tie and removed his shimmering white shirt, folding everything neatly onto a nearby chair.
He appeared sexier than usual with a shadow of growth on his normally clean-shaven chin and cheeks. As he’d stepped out of his perfectly pressed pants and silky underwear, he’d looked needy—his jaw muscles twitching with self-control, his body tense and muscular, his breathing heavy and raspy. He’d given her a visual treat with his long and thick cock, before he’d climbed onto her bed and dived between her legs to feast upon her pussy.
He’d roughly rubbed his bristly cheeks against her sensitive thighs as he’d buried his face deeper into her soaked pussy. His moist tongue had caressed her clit until she creamed and twisted against his restraining hands. Within seconds, he’d had her craving to be penetrated. To be his .
Now she yelped as his sharp teeth tenderly nipped against her engorged clit. Cried out as his moist tongue laved away the pain. He kept mouth-fucking her, building the tension, making it swell through her like a giant wave until she was gasping for air.
Finally, he lifted his head from her pussy. His lips glistened with her juices and his eyes were dark and determined. He quickly moved off the mattress and stood at the side of the bed, breathing heavily.
Lily Rose Tiffany gasped at the intense pleasure created by her billionaire boyfriend’s oral lovemaking. Impulsively, she speared her fingers through his silky hair and her nails dug into his scalp as she desperately clutched at his head between her wide open thighs. The tip of his hot tongue lashed her tender clit and then he moved his mouth to lap at her labia. He took turns with each plump fold, sucking deeply until her senses became inflamed and the fire of need scrambled her self-control.
“Ryland, please!” she cried, fighting to catch her breath as he hung her at the edge of bliss. The sensations he created with his mouth were so intense, so agonising that her thighs trembled and her belly quivered and she wanted him inside her, possessing her. But damn him, Ryland Walton ignored her pleas. He chuckled against her pussy, his warm lips melting over her clitoris. He lapped at her aching bud, taking his sweet time in making her come.
He was being rougher than usual tonight and deep down inside her, she knew why. It happened sometimes, when he was away from her for too long, and when he wanted to experience his desire of sharing her with another man. But she couldn’t think about that. Not right now. She just wanted him to fuck her.
He was as tense as she was. Tenser. She could see it in the muscles rippling across his tanned back and the muscles spasming in his broad shoulders as he held her hips tightly with his big hands while he devoured her pussy.
The sexual tension had zapped through the air the instant he’d let himself into her twentieth-floor Manhattan luxury penthouse suite only a few minutes earlier. She’d become aware of his need for sex in his quick predator-like steps as he’d stalked into her bedroom. She’d been sitting on her bed putting together an arrangement of colour swatches for a new client who wanted her entire home redecorated.
Lily hadn’t expected Ryland to be back in town from his business trip to China for at least a few days. She hadn’t been prepared for him. She wore no make-up. No sexy negligee. Only her favourite comfortable, frumpy lace nightie.
He hadn’t said hello. Hadn’t acted his usual gentlemanly self by asking how his best and only woman was tonight. He’d just glared at her with lust-filled, sex-on-demand brown eyes that had made her shiver with excitement. He’d gruffly ordered her to open her thighs to him. He’d watched hungrily as she’d quickly removed her panties and lifted her nightie, tucking the hem above her breasts, bunching the material under her armpits. He’d slipped off his expensive-looking black suit jacket, untied his black Louis Vuitton tie and removed his shimmering white shirt, folding everything neatly onto a nearby chair.
He appeared sexier than usual with a shadow of growth on his normally clean-shaven chin and cheeks. As he’d stepped out of his perfectly pressed pants and silky underwear, he’d looked needy—his jaw muscles twitching with self-control, his body tense and muscular, his breathing heavy and raspy. He’d given her a visual treat with his long and thick cock, before he’d climbed onto her bed and dived between her legs to feast upon her pussy.
He’d roughly rubbed his bristly cheeks against her sensitive thighs as he’d buried his face deeper into her soaked pussy. His moist tongue had caressed her clit until she creamed and twisted against his restraining hands. Within seconds, he’d had her craving to be penetrated. To be his .
Now she yelped as his sharp teeth tenderly nipped against her engorged clit. Cried out as his moist tongue laved away the pain. He kept mouth-fucking her, building the tension, making it swell through her like a giant wave until she was gasping for air.
Finally, he lifted his head from her pussy. His lips glistened with her juices and his eyes were dark and determined. He quickly moved off the mattress and stood at the side of the bed, breathing heavily.
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