Page 59 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

I wished it was, too, but I was too close to a climax to speak. He rubbed the spot again, insistently, harder this time, playing my body like a fiddle, and I shattered.

The orgasm hit me hard, and I think I would’ve fallen on the floor if he hadn’t held on tight to me, rubbing and helping me through it.

When I stopped moving and collapsed on his chest, he pulled my ponytail down again and slammed his mouth onto mine, demanding entrance and giving me the kind of filthy kiss that made me think of him fucking my mouth.

I loved it.

“Do you want to come again?” he pulled back long enough to ask.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

As soon as I said it, I was lifted in the air and laid flat on my back on the couch. One of his hands ripped my underwear off me, easily snapping the silky material of the thong, and the other one pulled my skirt up.

“What are you… Oh my God!”

He’d pushed my thighs apart and his tongue was licking my folds as his hands gripped my hips, hard.

I’d had guys go down on me before; a couple of fumbling attempts from high school boyfriends and Myers. Myers had thought he was an expert, but I’d always had a hard time coming from whatever he did. And it had taken forever.

This? What Jack was doing? It was completely different.

He devoured me, licking and sucking in all the right places at the exact right speed and intensity. He knew what the fuck he was doing, and my body was lighting up.

“Oh,” I breathed helplessly as his tongue moved inside me. “My God,” I cried as he traced my clit with the tip of his tongue and then suckled it, slowly, lovingly, like it was the best thing he’d ever put in his mouth.

I wriggled and mewled helplessly as he lickedand sucked and touched with his expert hands and mouth. It felt so fucking good, I found myself rocking my hips desperately against his face, searching for more. He chuckled and pulled back, looking up at me.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, tracing first my mouth and then moving down and tracing my pussy lips with his tongue. He looked up at me again. “You’re going to come on my tongue, baby. You’re going to scream my name like a good girl, aren’t you?”

Before I could say yes, he dived down flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit and causing me to cry out. Then he held me still as he suctioned his mouth around it, sucking and licking it over and over again.

I screamed out my pleasure as the first orgasm crashed through my body.

He licked me through it patiently, slowly at first. I thought he was done, but he didn’t stop licking; his hands didn’t release my hips. If anything, his hold got tighter. His licks became demanding, almost vicious in their intensity. Then he sucked me, hard, and I screamed out his name as a second wave passed through me, making me shake all over.

When the last tremor had wracked my body, he stood up. I thought for a minute he was leaving, and I wondered if I’d disappointed him.

Then I realized he was offering me his hand.

“Dance with me?”

I nodded, surprised, and walked towards him though my legs were weak and he had to help me off the couch and into his arms. He held me close as we swayed together to Lana Del Ray’s “Art Deco.” When the song transitioned to a jazz song with a sexy beat, I’d never heard before, he pulled back and stared down into my eyes.

“I’ve never tasted someone as sweet as you.”

I looked at him and saw sincerity in his eyes as he held me tighter. He bent me back as he swooped me around the floor of the room, turning the place where women gave raunchy, sexy,filthy, fun dance performances for groups of men, into a romantic dance floor.

“Where’d you learn to dance like this,” I asked, laughing, a little breathless. I’d thought he was a bit awkward; not the type of guy to excel in a ballroom.

“Grandma taught me,” he said simply. “She taught my brothers and sister, too. She said it was a skill that would come in handy one day.” He got a sparkle in his eyes. “She said I was the best out of my four siblings.”

I believed it. He commandeered me around the room perfectly, expertly, almost… lovingly.

He twirled me away from him expertly, then pulled me back and dipped me low to the floor. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before swirling me back into a standing position, standing still, just staring in each other’s eyes and swaying gently to the beat.

He pulled me close, his hand on the middle of my back, as he whispered in my ear, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

And my heart melted. How could he say such sweet things? He was a complete player, going through women almost as fast as he met them. Why was he interested in me?