Page 63 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

Then, he takes the waistband between his teeth and pulls them down in one slow, torturous motion, leaving me completely bare beneath him.

He exhales sharply, his fingers spreading my legs open wider, his gaze locked onto the wetness glistening between my thighs.

His lips move over my skin before he kisses my mound—a soft, deliberate press of his mouth that makes my entire body tense with anticipation.

Then, without warning, his hands grip my thighs spreading them wider, as he buries his face between my center. The first stroke of his tongue against my clit sends a violent shudder through my body. I gasp, my fingers twisting into the sheets as he licks and sucks my swollen bud, his tongue flicking with deliberate precision.

My head falls back against the mattress, my breath coming in quick, uneven pants.

“Oh…God,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He groans in approval, his deep, masculine sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh. He alternates between slow, torturous licks and quick, firm strokes, keeping me right at the edge of control. His tongue circles my clit, then flicks it, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Then, he moves lower. Two fingers slide inside me, slow at first, curling upward, seeking. I let out a strangled moan as he finds my g-spot, rubbing, twisting, his fingers working me open. His tongue returns to my clit, and the dual sensation is too much. My hips jerk against his mouth, desperate, seeking more.

His grip on my thighs tightens, holding me still as he devours me completely. His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and then his thumb presses against my entrance as he sucks my clit into his mouth again.

The pressure inside me builds, thick and hot, coiling deep in my belly. I grip his hair, my nails scraping against his scalp, my body unable to do anything but surrender.

“Julian…” I moan, my voice shaking.

“That’s it,” he rasps against me, his tongue relentless.

“Let go.”

I come apart beneath him, the orgasm slamming through me with a force that steals my breath. My pussy clenches around his fingers, my thighs shaking as I writhe beneath him, my release flooding his mouth. He doesn’t stop. He laps at me, tasting every drop, swallowing me down like I’m the best thing he’s ever had.

I tremble uncontrollably, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks, as he finally lifts his head. His mouth glistens with my juices, and the sight of him, the feral hunger in his eyes, nearly makes me come again.

His tongue swipes over his lips, and he mutters about how good I taste. I barely have a moment to catch my breath before he stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt in one swift motion.

I sit up, watching as he unzips, pulling both his pants and briefs down in one fluid movement. His thick, heavy cock springs free, standing hard and proud, veins lining the thick shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as my eyes lock onto his size.

He strokes himself once, twice, his hand fisting his thick length, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he watches me.

“Come here,” he orders, voice rough.

I slide off the bed, kneeling at the edge, my hands gripping his thighs as I lean forward. My lips wrap around the swollen head, my tongue flicking over the salty taste of him. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his hand tangling in my hair as I take more of him into my mouth.

I suck him deep, hollowing my cheeks, my tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as I bob my head, working him over. His grip on my hair tightens, and he thrusts forward, his thick length sliding even deeper into my throat.

His voice is muffled in a low octave, but I keep going, my hands stroking the base as I take him deeper, my tongue teasing, licking, sucking. His cock twitches in my mouth, and just when I think he might lose control, he grips my hair and pulls me off him with a sharp tug.

His eyes burn into mine.

“Enough,” he growls.

“I need to be inside you.”

He grabs me, lifting me onto the mattress effortlessly. He spreads my legs, kneeling between them, his cock poised at my dripping entrance. I’m still pulsing from my first orgasm, my body hypersensitive, but the moment his thick head nudges my opening, I nearly claw at him in desperation.

“Please…” I breathe.

He fists his cock, rubbing it against my wetness, coating himself with my arousal before he finally thrusts inside me in one powerful stroke.

We both moan at the impact, my body stretching to take him, adjusting to his thick length as he buries himself to the hilt.