The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(46)

Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilated. Then, she bit her lip and nodded.

He rolled back to his side, resting next to her. His cock lay like a rod of iron against his thigh, the head dotted with pre-cum. He wondered if she’d shy away from touching him, but Marjorie immediately reached for him, her fingers caressing the head of his cock.

“It’s soft,” she said with wonder.

“Fuck, don’t tell a man that. My dick’s actually so hard it’s aching.”

She giggled. “No. Not your . . . your penis.” She stuttered over the word. “The skin covering it.” Her fingers glided over the crown of his cock, driving him utterly mad. “It’s so soft. It’s like . . . silk covering steel. And it’s so big.”

“That’s more like it.” God, her unschooled touches were f*cking with his head. Every time those inquisitive fingers moved over the head of his cock and stirred in the pre-cum there, he was tempted to jerk those pants off of her and sink home.

But because he was going for sainthood, he closed his goddamn eyes and let her explore at her leisure.

Her fingers moved over him, tracing the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft, and then brushing over his sac. His balls were tight and aching, and her fingers felt so, so good against his skin.

“Is your cock big?” she asked. “Compared to . . . other men?”

“Big enough, sweetheart,” he told her, voice raspy with need. As her fingers continued to stroke and test him, he reached out and cupped one of her little breasts, unable to keep from touching her. “Probably bigger than average, but I don’t go around slinging my junk onto the nearest table and whipping out a ruler.”

She chuckled, the sound making him crazy with lust. “It seems big to me.”

“Have you seen a lot of cocks?”

She shook her head. “Just on the Internet. I’ve seen a bit of porn, but it seemed so . . .” she wrinkled her nose. “Soulless.”

He grunted. Most men probably wouldn’t agree with that. But a dreamer like Marjorie? He could see how she wouldn’t find it appealing.

Her fingers caressed the vein that traveled along the underside of his cock again, and it took everything he had not to grab her hand, make a fist, and f*ck it.

“Marjorie, sweetheart,” he cautioned, strain in his voice as he struggled to keep his body language casual. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to come all over those pretty fingers of yours.”

Her eyes widened. She thought for a moment, and instead of drawing her hand away, she continued to caress him. “Can I . . . can I watch?”

Rob groaned. God save him from virgins. Why was it that everything came out of her mouth was the hottest f*cking thing he’d ever heard? He was going to shoot his load in a matter of seconds and she’d think he was a schoolboy.

But, f*ck it. “I’ll show you,” he said. He took her palm and rubbed it along the head of his cock, which was leaking drop after drop of pre-cum, he was so aroused. He swirled the crown along her soft skin, lubricating it as she stared in fascination. Then, he took her hand and curled it around his shaft. His hand covered hers, and he began to guide her, showing her how to stroke him. “That’s right.”

Her palm glided against his shaft. There wasn’t quite enough lube, but he didn’t f*cking care at this point. Her wide eyes and her parted lips, the soft sounds she made as she stroked him, all of that drove him f*cking wild. With a groan of her name, he shot his load a lot sooner than he wanted to, and hot come spattered over her hand and their joined fingers.

She immediately lifted her hand and began to touch the semen wonderingly. “It’s so thick.” Then, to his shock—and delight—she put her fingers to her mouth and tasted it.

And made a face.

He laughed. “It’s an acquired taste.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, staring at her hand helplessly.

“Let me get you a towel, sweetheart.”

Rob got up from the bed and sprinted over to the bathroom. He grabbed the first towel he could find and wiped his own hand off, then his dick, and picked up a new one for Marjorie. When he returned to the bed, he found her there, studying the sticky semen drying on her fingers with an unreadable expression.

And suddenly, he felt like an ass. She’d come here to get off, and he’d more or less shoved his dick in her hand and made her jerk him until he splattered all over her. Not the act of a gentleman, and not the act of a guy trying to ease a virgin into sex.

Well, shit.

He moved to the bed and took her hand in his, wiping it clean with his towel. “I’m sorry. I guess that wasn’t something you were expecting.”

“It’s okay. I liked it.” Her smile was reluctant, shy. “I liked watching you come. It felt very . . . raw.”

“Raw’s a good way of putting it.”

“I like raw,” she told him in a soft voice as he continued to wipe at her hand. “It feels different from what I’ve had in the past . . . and I want more of it.” She looked up at him with those big, soft eyes that were heavy-lidded with desire, and he felt his cock stir again.

Damn. This virgin was going to kill him.

Rob tossed the towel aside and sat down next to her again. He pulled her into his lap, dragging her long legs over one of his hips, and began to kiss her soft mouth once more. She matched his kisses hungrily, eager for more, and as they kissed, he cupped and caressed her small breasts, teasing and rolling the nipples with his fingers until she was gasping against his mouth.