Bright Lights and Summer Nights: A Fake Dating Billionaire Sports Romance (Black Tie Billionaires)

Emma moans again—this time much louder than the last time. I don’t know if it’s from my comment or the fact that I’ve slipped one finger inside her. Either way, I’m determined to get many more from her. She’s so reactive to every touch of mine, and I’m desperate to know what else she’ll do by the time I’m done with her today.

I was pissed the moment we were split up at the spa. I thought I’d have all afternoon with her, and instead, it’s been hours since tennis, and all I’ve been left to do in that time is think about all the different ways I wanted to fuck her. First with my fingers, just like I’m doing right now. Then with my tongue. I want to feel her come, to taste her arousal and feel her orgasm against my tongue before I finally fuck her.

“Preston, anyone could walk in on us. I didn’t lock the door.” Emma’s words don’t come out weak. It’s like she knows this is wrong, but she doesn’t care. Good. I don’t care either.

“I guess they’d get a show, then,” I respond, pulling the robe from around her hips and throwing it behind me. It’s the second time I’ve seen her completely naked, and it’s still the most beautiful sight in the world.

She’s slightly flushed, and moisture clings to her skin, making it have a sheen to it underneath the dim light of the sauna.

“Maybe we should wait until we get back to the house,” she continues, rocking her hips against the heel of my hand.

I smile, knowing there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now. By the way she’s riding my hand, trying to get more from me, she doesn’t want me to stop either. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping, rebel. Not until you’ve come at least twice.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Twice?” she asks breathlessly. “That’s a little cocky of you to assume you’ll get multiple.” Her back arches, placing her perfect tits and peaked nipples right in front of my face.

“I’m not being cocky. I’m just confident it’ll happen.” I inch my finger deeper, feeling her clench around me. It’s tight around only one of my fingers. It’s going to take some time to get her ready to take my cock, but she’ll get there. I’ll make sure of it.

I can’t resist leaning in and taking her nipple into my mouth. She moans, her fingers sliding underneath the towel at my hips. She tries to tug at the fabric, but I pull my hips away from her and out of reach. I continue to work my finger in and out of her while my tongue circles her nipple.

“Preston, let me—” Her words die off as I slide another finger inside her. She’s tight around them, but I’m slow, allowing her body to adjust to me.

I kiss a path all the way up her chest and neck until my lips are lined up with hers once again. “Let you what?” I ask, taking her bottom lip between my teeth.

Just like I want to memorize every one of her smiles, I also want to memorize each one of her moans. Some are loud and untamed; others are soft but shake her entire body with pleasure. All I want is to make her do it more and more until her body is spent from orgasms.

“Let me touch you,” she responds as I pick up the pace of my fingers. I open them inside her, wanting to stretch her as much as possible.

“You don’t get to touch me until you come.”

“Preston,” she whines, her head rocking back and forth. “I don’t want to until you⁠—”

“Until I what?”

“You’re inside me.” She tries to reach for me again, but I knock her hand away.

I spread my fingers further apart, spreading her even wider as I hook them. “Am I not inside you right now?” Her head falls backward with pleasure. I’m soaking in every single one of her reactions to what I’m doing to her, committing them to memory so I’ll never forget having her just like this.

“You are, but I mean your…” She reaches forward and tries to grab my cock, but I don’t let her. If she touches me, I’ll be done for. One brush of her fingertips against me, and I’ll be buried inside her in a heartbeat. I don’t want to rush this. I want to take my time and savor every second of having her.

“Are you eager for my cock, rebel?” I sigh, reveling in her body’s reactions to my words. “You are, aren’t you? Know how I can tell?”

“How?” she pants.

“Your pussy hugged my fingers nice and tight when I said cock.”

“Fuck me,” she pleads as she lifts her hips from the bench.

“I will, baby. That’s a promise.”

She moans in disapproval when I pull my fingers from her pussy. Her eyes pop open. “Don’t stop.” I love that she begs, not afraid at all about asking for what she wants.

I keep my eyes locked on hers as I bring my fingers to my mouth. I stick them inside, pressing my fingertips to my tongue so I can taste her. My eyes close as pure want for the woman in front of me courses through my body.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

“Preston.” I fucking love the way she says my name. It’s needy and filled with so much lust that I almost want to give in and give her my cock to reward her for moaning my name like that.

My cock aches, and I can’t fight it any longer. In one tug, I rip my towel from my hips and let it fall to the ground.

Emma sucks in air, her wide eyes focused on my length. She swallows, her eyes anxiously finding mine. “I don’t think it’ll fit.”

I smile, gently grabbing both of her wrists and placing her hands above her head. “It’ll fit.” She watches me carefully as I pick up the discarded rope from her robe. I begin to loop it around her wrists, binding them tightly together but not enough to hurt her. “But we’ve got to work you up to my cock, baby. Get you nice and ready.” I tie the other end of the rope to a shelf above her head.

She pulls on the restraint, unable to get her hands free. “What is this?” she asks, her voice breathless. She rubs her thighs together, trying to get some sort of relief. It makes me smile, seeing her so needy and ready to come.

“Keep your hands up there like a good girl and I’ll reward you. It isn’t time for you to touch me yet.”

“Why?”

I lower myself to my knees, placing my hands on her tan thighs. My fingertips press into her inner thighs as I push her knees open. “So I can eat this pussy without any distractions.”

Her moan is loud, and I fucking love it. I don’t care if someone is in the sauna next to us or not; nothing will stop me from getting to taste her pussy—to feel her come against my tongue. She tries to close her thighs—to get friction, I’m sure—but I don’t let her. I keep my hands pressed to her inner thighs, keeping her spread wide for me as I admire the view.

“You’re so sexy. You know that?” I lick my lips, practically salivating to taste her. As light as I can, I circle her inner thigh with my callused finger. “I love having you like this. Tied up and at my mercy, your pussy dripping wet and desperate for my attention.”

Her eyelids flutter shut as she runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “Preston, you’re teasing me,” she whines, bucking her hips in protest.

I smirk, letting my fingertips drift even higher. She jumps when I run a finger over her clit. “Can’t help it, rebel. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re being teased.”

Lucky for her, I can’t resist tasting her any longer. I lean in and lick her pussy the way I’ve been dreaming about all day.