The Billionaire's Touch (The Sinclairs #3)(27)

Backlit by the fire, Evan was gloriously naked and exquisitely made. His cock was long, thick, and so rock-hard that she wanted desperately to have him inside her. She reached out her hand to touch him instinctively, but he grasped her outstretched fingers. “No.” His tone was insistent.

He moved back between her thighs, draping one of her legs over the couch and placing the other over his shoulder.

“These match,” he observed, rubbing his thumb over the red silk of her panties.

“My favorite set,” she panted helplessly, trembling as his finger traced her wet pussy though the material. Her body was ready to incinerate, and he hadn’t even started to fuck her. She moaned as he slid one finger under the elastic and lightly touched her clit. “Oh, God. Evan. Please.” She desperately needed him inside her. Now. “What are you doing?” Why was he waiting?

“You said you didn’t do oral sex. I was assuming that you were talking about performing it and not receiving it. I hope so, anyway.” He yanked at the panties, and they gave way just like the bra. “Because I really need to taste you, Miranda.” He tossed the panties on the floor as his head dove between her thighs.

She squealed as he claimed her pussy with one long flick of his tongue, the sensation so incredible that her breath seized as he started to consume her, feasting on her vulnerable flesh like she was his only sustenance. Randi raked her hands through his hair, fisting it hard as her body rocked in crazed response to his lips, teeth, and tongue, all of them working together to drive her crazy.

Her hips lifted, and she ground her pussy against his mouth, desperate. “Evan. Please.” It was like her body was roaring to life, and it was hungry for more.

Finally, he centered on her clit, his teeth biting gently at the bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking quickly against the quivering flesh.

“Yes,” Randi moaned, lost to everything except Evan’s touch.

The possessive, dominant way he consumed her left her mindless. It was as though he had only one goal in that moment: to make her come. His laser focus on his task and the obvious enjoyment he received from the carnal act was overwhelming. Evan was like a force of nature that was absolutely relentless.

She climaxed screaming his name, her hips bucking against his hungry mouth as her body trembled with relief.

Her heartbeat was thundering in her ears as he climbed up her body, her breathing still ragged. “Fuck me, Evan,” she pleaded. While her body was sated of the need to come, she still felt empty. She needed to touch him, watch him experience his own pleasure.

“I plan on it,” he answered gutturally.

Randi tried to reach for his engorged cock again, but he pushed her hand away as he grabbed a condom from the floor. He must have removed it from his pocket before he’d torn off his jeans. Now, he rolled it on like a madman.

“If you touch me, I won’t last,” Evan growled as he lowered his body over hers.

“I don’t care,” Randi murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked the warm, sleek skin on his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his lower back.

“Well I sure as hell do,” Evan grumbled as he claimed her with one smooth thrust of his hips. “Jesus, you’re tight,” Evan groaned as he buried himself to the root of his cock.

“Oh, God.” It had been so long, and Evan was built big. His entry was both pain and ecstasy. Randi could feel his body tense as he waited for her to adjust to his size, staying still as he remained deeply buried inside her. “Don’t wait. Fuck me, Evan.” Her muscles relaxed and let him in. The pain had only lasted a second, and then there was only the fullness of him and the exquisite pleasure of having him deep inside her.

“Can’t. Wait.” Evan started to move with a tortured groan.

Randi felt her whole body start to vibrate, and her belly tightened as Evan started to retreat and pounded back into her as though his life depended on it.

Reality receded and there was only Evan and her as their bodies strained together, Randi feeling like she wanted to crawl inside of him and never come out. His scent surrounded her, intoxicating her. His cock was pummeling her, and his damp flesh was abrading against hers, but it wasn’t enough.

“Harder,” she pleaded, needing more.

Her nails scored his back as she tried to get him closer.

“Fuck! That feels good,” he growled, thrusting himself deeper, harder.

Carnal desire swept them both into its clutches as their bodies slapped together in a hard, fast, and hot rhythm that had Randi writhing beneath Evan in one big whirlpool of longing.

“Come for me, Miranda. Come with me,” Evan commanded right before his mouth closed over hers.

The coil in her stomach unfurled just as Evan’s body began to tense, the feel of his hot mouth invading hers, putting her over the edge. She grasped his tight ass, wanting to hold him inside her as he groaned into her mouth.

She climaxed in a stormy sea of desire that nearly swept her away; the only thing anchoring her in place was her mesmerized gaze on Evan as he pulled his mouth from hers with a guttural, feral groan. He threw his head back, the cords of the muscles in his neck flexing and tiny beads of perspiration were trickling down his face as he found his own release.

In that single moment, as one, they splintered apart, and Randi knew she’d never forget exactly how Evan had looked when they did. Consumed by passion, he was a sensual, glorious sight that was worth remembering.