Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Jaak.”
There was just something so sinful about having nothing on while her lover was still fully clothed.
“Beautiful,” the billionaire rasped.
He drew her to the bed, the billionaire sitting on the edge and making her stand between his legs.
“And mine. You’re mine, aren’t you, Ilse?”
She whispered, “Yes.”
His hands slowly moved to cup her full and aching breasts, and Ilse bit her lip hard.
“No.” As he spoke, he gently squeezed her breasts, and she sucked in her breath. “Let me hear you.” His fingers drifted to the center, and then he was pinching her nipples—-
Let me hear you.
Her lips parted, a moan rolling down her tongue, and the sound echoed throughout the room.
Oh!
Ilse had heard such sounds all the time. It was impossible not to, considering where she worked, what she did, and who she hung out with—-
The billionaire began sucking on one nipple, drawing out another moan from Ilse.
But never, never did she imagine she would make such sounds herself, and of her own volition—-
Her fingers drove through his hair, and she found herself clutching his head as he switched to her other breast and started sucking on it.
“Jaaaaak.”
His mouth moved down, and she started to tremble hard, realizing that there was only one other place it could go.
“Jaak, I d-don’t—-”
“Sssh.”
And his mouth moved down again, lower and lower, and God, he was moving oh so slowly, it just made her burn with yearning—-
His hands settled on the side of her hips, and she stiffened.
His fingers tightened as his mouth hovered over her pussy.
She waited and waited, waited until it was just too much—-
“Jaak.” She choked his name out, and it was as if he had only been waiting for that all along.
His mouth descended on her skin, and her knees started to buckle.
His tongue slowly licked the already wet lines of her fold, and her head fell back, her silken locks touching the end of her back. He gave her another agonizingly leisurely lick, and she cried out. And then he was licking and licking, and her cries began to dance around the room.
When her knees started to give out, his grip kept her up.
“Please,” she choked out.
And he gave her what she wanted, his lips closing over her clit.
“Jaak!”
He started to suck.
“Oh God, Jaak.”
Harder and harder, and the room around her started to spin. She gazed dazedly up at the ceiling as he destroyed her from below, wondering how something on this earth could be so inhumanly beautiful. The pleasure singing through her veins was just too...
Hot...
Sweet...
The billionaire bit her clit, pain merging with the pleasure, and she gasped long and hard, the excruciating beauty of her first orgasm taking her completely by surprise.
And there seemed no stopping it.
Wave after wave, it struck her body, and it just didn’t help that the billionaire continued to torture the sensitive nub of flesh, now made painfully hard by his attention. When it was over, he caught her as she fell with a lazy chuckle.
“It appears I’ve made you literally swoon.”
“Shut up.” But her protest was frail, and she could only cling to him as he laid her on the bed.
His mouth pressed against hers ever so softly, and her eyes drifted closed.
“Ilse,” he whispered against her lips. “Invite me back to your place tonight.”
She stilled, hoping that she had and hadn’t heard him right.
And as if he felt her fears, he asked simply, “Don’t you think it’s time?”
Her eyes slowly opened. “Jaak...” Her voice was tremulous. “Do you understand what you’re asking?”
“Yes.” His blue eyes remained on hers. “And you can trust me.”
Chapter Fourteen
Atall, auburn woman in her late forties stepped out of the front door, smiling. She was dressed in a baby pink suit, a choker of pearls around her neck, a diamond ring gleaming on her finger. “And so we finally meet, young man.”
Ilse rolled her eyes. “Stop acting like you’re my mom meeting my prom date.” Turning to Jaak, she gestured to her friend, saying, “This is Erik.”
Erik tittered. “I’d rather you call me Erika, Mr. de Konigh.”
“Erika it shall be then,” the billionaire murmured gallantly as he brought Erik’s hand to his lips. “And please, call me Jaak.”
“You are such a lovely man, Jaak.” She looked at Ilse meaningfully, the meaning unmistakable.
“And I’m not?” Ilse protested.
“I didn’t say that,” Erik said innocently. “Anyway, I shall be going now. I live just across the street, and it would be my absolute pleasure if I could have you together with Ilse and Jan over for dinner one day.”
“You only have to say when, mevrouw.”
As Erik crossed the street and headed up her porch, the billionaire turned to Ilse, his gaze boring through hers. “So that’s Erik.”
From time to time, Ilse had shared with him stories about her dear Erik, who had always been there for her. And of course he had hated the son of a bitch even when he had forced himself to smile and did his best not to let her know how those sweet stories chafed at him.