The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires #1)(64)

I leave no part of Zahra untouched or unfucked. My tongue brands her pussy, showing her exactly who owns her. Her legs tremble against my shoulders. I drive her to the edge only to rip her orgasm away before she has a chance to explode. She groans and clutches onto my hair in a death grip. I only smile before dragging my tongue from her entrance to her clit, giving it a good suck.

I thought Zahra’s laughs were addictive, but the breathless moans she releases are fucking intoxicating. It’s something I could hear for the rest of my life and never grow bored or tired. I insert a finger and groan, finding her soaked for me. Her back arches off the bed, and I stop and stare. She grows more restless under my gaze, and I reward her mumbled curse word with a second finger.

It fills me with deep satisfaction knowing this version of Zahra is all mine. No amount of money, fame, or power could steal her away from me. I’m the one she’s desperate to have between her legs. It’s my name that she screams up to the ceiling as I insert a third finger into her.

She’s all mine.

For now.

I shake the feeling away and change my tempo, pumping my fingers into her faster as my lips wrap around her clit and suck.

Heat rushes down my spine as Zahra falls apart in front of me. I don’t stop my torment until her moans turn into heavy pants. I press a soft kiss against her thigh before rising on shaky legs.

“Did I meet your expectations?”

“I couldn’t spell the word expectations, let alone define them right now.”

I laugh as I lean over her and prop myself on my elbows.

“You have the best laugh.” She runs a hand against my spine, sending another shiver down my body. Her lips press against mine. I shudder as she runs her tongue across my lips, tasting her arousal.

I grab the hem of her shirt and remove it. Her bra doesn’t last long after getting in the way of my tongue and her breasts. My lips kiss a path from one to the other, sucking enough to leave a mark after. She turns me into a fucking animal.

All I want to do is bring her pleasure. To have her clawing at the sheets because she can’t get enough.

Her fingers reach out and trace the outline of my cock. I grab onto both her wrists and lock them in place by her head. “This isn’t about me tonight.”

I mean it. I didn’t invite her over for sex, but her in my bed happens to be a bonus.

She pouts. “You don’t want me to help you with that problem?”

“Take a man out to dinner first.”

“Does my pussy count?”

“Fuck.”

Her legs wrap around me again, and she pulls my hips forward so my shielded erection presses against her heat. She takes advantage of my shock and rips her hands away from my grasp.

“Stop being noble. It doesn’t suit you.” Her palm traces the band of my sweatpants. She drags them down, along with my boxer briefs. My shirt finds a similar new home on the floor.

“I can’t offer anything more than something casual.”

She pauses, tilting her head at me. “That’s fine.”

Really? I expected her to hesitate at the very least. “I mean it.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you do. Now stop being a cliché and get on with the show.”

My expression turns predatory.

Zahra’s hands drag across my chest, tracing the ridges of muscle. “This is unfair.”

“You won’t be complaining in a couple of minutes.” I reach over to my nightstand and grab a condom from an emergency pack I snagged from the family’s private jet last week. She plucks the golden foil packet from my hands before tracing the vein on the underside of my cock with her index finger. My nails dig into my palms.

She teases me some more before rolling the condom down my shaft. Somehow everything she does is sensual, and I’m desperate to experience more.

“Just to be clear, should I scream your name or Scott’s when you fuck me?”

I shove her down against the bed, and she laughs as the air gets knocked out of her. “I dare you.”

Her toes curl in front of me. Little hellion.

“Spoiler warning—if you do, you might not be able to walk home tomorrow.” I trace her pussy with the pad of my thumb. I sink two fingers inside of her and withdraw them to find her still soaked.

“Walking is overrated anyway.” Her eyes lock on my glistening fingers as I bring them up to my mouth and lick the shine right off them.

Her breath hitches and her eyes widen. I want to recreate that look when I’m fucking the oxygen straight out of her lungs.

Zahra’s eyes remain enraptured as I line up my cock and slowly push inside of her. Her legs wrap around my hips, keeping me locked in place.

As if I would ever leave paradise now that I’ve found it.

She shudders as I slowly withdraw to press into her a bit more. Her back arches as I repeat the move, only this time gaining another inch. Her pussy clutches onto my cock. Each thrust gets me one inch closer to being seated inside her. The heels of her feet press into my ass cheeks, pulling me flush against her.

“Fuck me like you mean it already,” she rasps.

A shiver shoots down my spine at her command and I thrust forward one last time to the hilt. Her back arches, revealing her full breasts to me. I bend over and swipe my tongue over her nipple.

Zahra moaning is a sweet harmony to my ears.