Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 33 | Anuj

I don't give her time to ask any questions. The words slipped from my mouth before I could think better of them. With her on top of me, I grab her hips, no longer letting her take the lead. She had her fun rubbing her wetness up and down my straining cock. It took everything in me not to push inside and slam into her. I've never wanted to get lost in someone else as much as I want to lose myself in her.

Her pussy had squeezed my finger when I licked her. She clenched around me, showing how tight she was. I could feel how wet she is against the tip of my cock, but I want to make sure she's nice and prepared for me. When I slide into her, I won't be able to restrain myself. When I finally enter her, I need to know that pussy is as ready for me as it ever will be.

I grab her by the hips, pulling her entire body up my own.

Her hands fall to my chest. "What are you doing?"

"I want to get you nice and primed for my cock."

She squirms, rubbing her arousal up and down me. I love how much the words I use affect her. It's hot as hell how I don't even need to touch her, and she's hot and needy for me. "I am ready. I need you, Anuj."

I growl. I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to do anything else but memorize every goddamn perfect inch of her. I could spend eternity inside her, making sure to remind her that while she may have been with men before me, there's no chance there'll be another man after me.

"I need you too. More than I've ever needed anything. But I want to make you ready so you can take all of me."

Her hips buck at the same moment she moans loudly. "I can take it. Please, Anuj."

"Fuck, Anupama, I love it when you beg."

"Then fuck me."

The push and pull between us are almost as hot as the moans that fall from her lips. Our verbal sparring is just as much foreplay as my tongue against her clit or my cock buried in her mouth.

"I have every intention of fucking you, baby. You can count on that. But first, you're going to fuck my face until I can't breathe anything in except you."

My words make her pause, her hips no longer rocking back and forth. Her lips part. "What?"

My hands fall to the small of her waist, lifting and pulling her at the same time. "I want you to sit on my face," I say slowly.

She shakes her head, her eyes wide. "I can't. I mean, I've never—"

I lick my lips, looking down at her pussy that's getting closer to where I want it. "Even more of a reason to bring it to me. I'll prove to you just how much it's fucking mine."

She watches me hesitantly. "Are you sure?"

"That's a terrible question. Of course I'm fucking sure."

I yank her up my body, lining my mouth with her swollen, wet pussy. My tongue runs over my bottom lip. It hasn't been long since I last tasted her, yet I still feel fucking starved.

She clutches the headboard to have something to hold onto. Her pussy hovers just above my tongue, and I try to pull her all the way down before I circle her clit with my tongue, but she keeps a good grip on the bed, not allowing her body down anymore.