Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

“Oh!”

Gigi sways against the wall of my hotel room as we walk past the magnetic entrance.

The weight of my body does not seem to be seen against hers, but we are both fascinated by the physical proximity that impetuously magnetizes us. The smell of alcohol intoxicates us both when we are already inside the room with the dim light of the lamp next to my king-size bed.

I try to get closer to her full lips, but she stops me with a finger against my mouth somewhere in the middle.

"For the record, I'm not doing this because I'm drunk," she tells me.

I smile and I’m surprised that the sound comes out as if it were some kind of animal licking its lips ready to gobble up a feast.

"You don't have to think about motives," I declare.

And I pull her closer to me, kissing her with such force that every muscle I feel squeezes under the fabric of the tight shirt. Heat washes over me as soon as I'm able to stand with my arms out to her to pull my jacket off and toss it aside.

She also helps me with the buttons on my shirt as I undo them one by one from the neck until it is completely open and she hugs me feeling the definition of my wide back with her hands that are too thin as well as tiny. But something about her isn't tiny, her luscious breasts as she feels me squeezing her body. A growing heat surrounds us when the shirt is already on the floor accompanying its sack companion and I take care of dragging her to the bed, inviting her to fall on its back on it. She looks magnificent between the white sheets in her tight satin dress. As delicate a woman as her image is, she might be able to get it painted like a renaissance painting and it would be worth billions and she doesn't seem to know it.

She looks at me over her breasts as I drop to one knee and remove her heels. With these already on the ground, I take her feet and massage her delicate soles, delighting myself with their softness.

"Uufff!" she blurts out, letting herself be carried away by the pleasure, throwing her head back on the mattress.

”You like it like that?”

”It's fabulous.”

”Oh yeah? And this?” I ask, kissing one of her toes down to her soft instep and down to her ankles, continuing to stimulate the erogenous skin of her feet as I move up her legs, feeling the way she arches as a cat in full act of defense, although in her it is a reaction of sensitivity.

Damn, she has sensitive skin.

This makes it even more interesting.

"I won't ask permission to do this," I warn her, reaching for the edge of the zipper on her dress, opening it and taking it off, fighting the urge to rip the fabric apart and leaving her as she came into the world.

a minute though…

Her pale breasts with pinkish nipples are exposed, leaving me with my cock a mile a minute as I watch her.

"You're not wearing a bra," I state.

She gasps, seeming to want to blurt out some kind of explanation that isn't even relevant, to which I rush completely:

"What would be the point of covering something as magnificent as this?" I tell her and sit up on top of her, kissing one of her breasts. upturned

Sensing me, her mouth emits a long “aaahhh” while her nails are nailed to the bed sheets. I put them in my mouth and delight like someone who is submerged in a strange personal drug.

I suck and pull decisively, caressing her slowly down, finally finding the edge of her panties, turning me on with the little lace fabric covering this delicious area ready for more.

I go up with my mouth to the hollow of her throat, kissing the valley of her breasts until I go up to her lips that receive me decisively, letting herself be invaded by my mouth that fills her.

I can feel the way her tongue caresses against mine, the way her breath mixed with fruit and alcohol makes me addicted, and also the way her breathing quickens as my fingers play with the skin that covers the edges of her mouth. Holy shit, this is fucking crazy, fucking crazy! It's on the verge of driving me completely insane.

Although she pushes me away and tells me still with my mouth glued to hers. When she speaks I can't help but look into her eyes and pull away just to appreciate how magnificent her swollen lips look.

"No…it's…okay this," she barely articulates. I should...

"Shhh, don't break the spell now, Cinderella.”

She laughs at my words.

A smile that soon turns into a long guttural cry as I reach down between her legs and pull off her panties. But I do this the way I like it, ripping them to shreds and throwing the tiny scraps of fabric to the side of the bed.

"Aaaagggg!" She cries out in a long moan as I sit down licking her wet and delicious core.

I grab her hips and pull her against my mouth, feeling the way her legs wrap around my shoulders and I nibble at the sensitivity of her labia minora until I reach her clitoris, that fascinating sensitive button that I caress first with the tip of my tongue, feeling the way it jerks with intense arousal as I invade it completely.