Most Eligible Billionaire CEO, page 56
She straddles his head, placing her feet flat on the bed, hovering above his face. The man sticks out his tongue, beckoning her. She parts her pussy lips with both hands and slowly lowers her body until she’s sitting on his face.
“This is the best part.”
I glance at him.
Lust burns bright in his blue eyes, no doubt a mirror of my own horniness.
He tilts his head to the couple. “You don’t want to miss the way he ravishes her pussy.”
I move my gaze, returning it to the dirty couple.
The BBW curvy woman rocks her wide hips back and forth, her enormous breasts swaying to the same cadence.
It’s slow and steady at first, but she picks up the pace.
My eyes widen in shock when she grabs her husband’s hair, lifting his head to her pussy, riding his face in a rough and unrepentant way. Her long hair flies all over the place. Her pretty face is sheened with sweat. She’s completely abandoned to the moment. As much as I’m enjoying the show, I’m a bit jealous.
Her husband grabs hold of her soft stomach, holding her tight. His tongue probes, toys and licks her clit. He’s fucking devouring her pussy.
For a few long beats she rides his face fast and furious until she changes position. Instead of worshipping her clit, the man is now licking her ass with gusto.
We’re not in Kansas anymore, folks.
“You love it when I do that to you,” Levi husks low in my ear.
I nod, a wicked smile tugging at my lips.
To my surprise, he grabs a remote control from the table––I hadn’t noticed until now—points it at a box on the wall and the next thing I know, moans and grunts fill our room.
My wide eyes shift to my fiancé’s.
“We can hear them?!” I whisper.
“They can’t hear us,” he answers my unspoken question. “I didn’t want you to feel like you were drinking from a fire hose, so I held back. Now that I’ve added the sound, it’s about to get a lot dirtier.”
The woman’s hips move faster and faster, matching her frantic fingers skating over her clit.
The sound of slickness is dizzying.
Wow. Wow. And wow!
This is naughty with a capital N.
Jesus.
She chants, oh my God, over and over again.
Her husband grunts in response.
Heat pours through my veins.
This is so sinful.
I uncross my legs, praying the cool air dowses my pulsating pussy.
It’s wishful thinking.
My whole body is ablaze.
Levi’s fingers walk across my body, slipping a hand beneath the bottom of my wrap dress.
I gasp.
“No bra?” I shake my head. “You’re begging for it.”
“I am,” I arch my back, making it easier for him to play with my breast.
He pinches my nipple hard, twisting it until it aches.
I close my eyes as pleasure ripples through me.
Goddammit.
His hand travels to my belt. He makes quick work of undoing it before parting the fabric, exposing my naked body.
His big hand strokes my skin. “Fuck, I missed this body,” he growls.
“Fuck, I missed your touch,” I pant.
His hand travels below my bellybutton. I hold my breath. When his fingers part my pussy, I nearly combust.
Holy fucking shit.
Levi jerks his chin to the couple. “You want some of that?” his voice is dark and smokey.
I can only nod.
I’m panting so hard, I’m nearly hyperventilating.
“You know the rules, sweetness,” Levi warns. “If you don’t tell me what you want, I can’t give it to you.”
“Yes,” I say in a trembling breath. I’m half out of my mind with need.
I know they can’t see––or hear us––but still, this is unbelievably risqué.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the woman groans. I shift my focus to find her head lolled back, her husband tongue-fucking her ass with determination.
“You want my tongue that deep up your ass?” Levi asks.
“Yes,” I say. The way he stares at me inebriates my sex-drunk mind. “Up my ass. Up my pussy. It doesn’t matter, as long as you make me come,” I blurt out.
“Listen to you beg, little one.” His tone tells me he’s pleased. So does his wolfish grin.
He gets up and comes to stand in front of me, blocking the show of the bodies connected on the bed.
Confused eyes stare up at him.
He peels out of his suit jacket, undoes a few more buttons of his shirt, exposing his tattoo, and rolls the sleeves to the elbow.
He has something in mind. The question is, will I survive?
The love of my life, with mesmerizing blue eyes and a filthy mouth, which turns my insides into molten lava, lowers to the floor.
I’m filled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
Oh. My. God.
I don’t budge, unable to get my brain to function.
I blink, held immobile by the raunchiness of his command.
I was prepared to play the role of voyeur and I expected that afterwards things would get hot and heavy between us, but I’m unprepared for this.
He curls a hand under my chin, and tugs my head back to look up at him. “I said, spread your legs.” Every word is measured.
I exhale a stuttering breath and obey.
“Scoot to the edge of your seat so it’s more comfortable.”
I do as I’m told.
“Good girl.” His head dips down, sealing his lips over mine. The kiss is too brief, but I don’t complain. He parts my dress until it falls completely open.
My gaze moves to the couple lost in their kinky passion.
With his eyes locked onto mine, Levi pulls a breast into his mouth.
I bite down on my lower lip and strangle back a cry of pleasure when his teeth close around my nipple right on the edge of pain.
Fuck.
My pussy is shamefully wet.
Seriously, it’s a river down there.
The taboo element of the experience is unbelievably arousing.
The mouth working my breast is sinful, but my body demands satisfaction lower. My hands ache to force him down my body. I might have to pay for my effrontery, but so be it. I tangle my fingers in his silky brown hair.
“What do you want?” It’s as if he can read me like an open book.
“More.” I whisper.
“More of what, sweetness?”
“More of your mouth.”
“You mean like this?” he asks, trailing soft kisses between my breasts.
“Lower,” I say.
“Like this?” He travels down to my bellybutton.
“Lower,” my voice trembles.
“I know what you’re doing,” he grins.
My grin matches his.
I could be more precise, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.
“You want me to worship your sweet pussy like that guy is worshiping his wife’s cunt?”
“Yes.”
He licks just below my bellybutton, causing me to flinch. He licks again, this time lower and really close to my desperate pussy.
Yes.
His fingertips touch my knees, gently pulling them back.
“You’re trembling,” he observes. I simply nod. “I’m going to give you a good reason to tremble.”
Making good on his promise, he dips his head between my legs.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp when he slides his tongue inside my pussy.
I moan when his tongue laps at me, then slides up, tongue-fucking me.
My hands ball into fists and my manicured nails dig into my palms. My chest is heaving hard.
“Shit,” the woman’s breathless voice echoes in the room. My gaze bounces to her. “Fuck, Big Daddy, I’m getting close,” she cries out. She’s riding his mouth so fast, her tits bang against her chest each time her hips gyrate.
“Come for me, you filthy slut,” the man commands. “Let me fucking drink you.”
His words make me vibrate in my seat.
Jesus.
This is so forbidden, I’m certain I’m a breath away from going down in a blaze of sin so hot it would melt steel.
Suddenly, the woman’s rhythm slows to a halt. She lets out an enormous gasp, followed by a slew of profanities. She lifts her hips and to my amazement, she gushes her abundant juices in her husband’s welcoming mouth. She chants Oh, yes, Big Daddy so many times, I lose count.
It’s almost as if her cries trigger Levi.
He picks up the pace, his tongue swirling, lapping, licking, flicking.
I buck in the seat, arching my back for more.
He doesn’t disappoint.
His tongue continues its wicked stroke as he inserts two fingers deep inside me, pumping in and out.
Yes, yes, yes.
I’m right on the edge.
He peers up at me with his big blue eyes.
My hooded gaze peers back, the show long forgotten.
Sweet tension builds at my core.
My leg muscles tense painfully. “Levi, I—I’m—”
He lifts his head long enough to say, “Come all over my fucking tongue, sweetness.”
A few more licks and I’m floating.
“Oh, God. Oh—”
I let go, swept away in a blissful climactic wave.
My head lolls back.
I come.
And I come.
And I come.
My breath is labored, and it takes a while before I find my bearings.
On a long exhale, I peer down at my fiancé.
Levi’s lips pull back into a pleased smile.
My core clenches.
The dangerous expression on his face is enough to make me come again.
“You’re fucking perfect, Jules.”
“I love you,” I say on a broken breath, no louder than a whisper.
“No more than I love you,” he declares.
Epilogue
Jules
Two weeks later
My eyes are lost in the horizon as I admire the Pacific Ocean from the upper deck of the mansion doubling as a chapel and wedding venue. A warm draft tickles blonde strands of hair around my face. I love this time of day, when the sky turns into a spectacular painting, a perfect blend of dark blues, golds, fiery reds and brilliant oranges. For months, I was so blinded by my worries, I’d forgotten what a sunset looked like. Not anymore.
I lift my eyes to the tranquil sky.
“Mom. Daddy. I miss you… especially today,” I say. “I wish you could meet Levi. You’d love him as much as I do.”
A familiar longing pulls at my heart.
I touch a hand to my stomach, hoping to suppress the momentary wave of sadness.
It’s an emotional day for me. From my misty eyes, you wouldn’t suspect this is the happiest day of my life. I’m so elated, words can’t capture my immense joy. At the same time, my heart aches, and every so often, I dissolve into tears––like now. I snuck out of the festivities not only because I needed a respite, but because I needed a moment alone with my parents.
“Monterrey, California is absolutely spectacular, you guys,” I say, wiping a tear from my cheek. “I wish you could see what I see.” I suck in a sharp breath. “I wish you could see me in my pretty dress…”
It’s official. I’m Mrs. Jules Salinger Aldridge!
Three hours ago, Levi and I exchanged our vows in front of the cheering crowd.
Since Mom died, I knew I would never have all those pre-wedding mother-daughter moments most women share with their mother. After Daddy died, I knew I wouldn’t be trailing nervously by his side, hanging from his arm on my way to my husband-to-be. Mentally, I was prepared. Emotionally, I wasn’t. Luckily, Levi’s father was my pillar today––my wedding day.
Voices echo from the garden below.
It’s a full house.
So many friends are present on our big day.
I’m truly blessed.
Without Larkin, we would’ve had to cram a large group of people in our backyard. It wouldn’t have the same prestige. You wouldn’t believe the number of venues that literally laughed in my face when I told them I had a five-week lead-time before my wedding day.
From the first day we laid eyes on each other, our relationship has been a bit over the top.
It’s the same for our wedding.
We didn’t want to wait a year—or even six months—and we didn’t want a Vegas wedding. Thankfully, Larkin came to the rescue. His Monterey house was in between rentals, so it was perfect.
“Here you are,” a familiar voice jolts me out of my thoughts.
I turn to face my devastatingly gorgeous husband as he struts towards me, both hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.
Yeah, this man is my husband.
Someone needs to pinch me now.
“What are you doing––” his words cut off and his step falters. I can only assume I look like a hot mess. “Sweetness…” he approaches, a shadow of concern in his gaze.
“Hey.” My voice is feeble. I swipe my fingers under my eyes to wipe away my tears. Of course, it’s futile.
He reaches out and cups my face. I take in the scent of his expensive cologne. “You’re crying.” I nod. “You were laughing your head off not long ago. What brought this on?”
I place a hand on his chest, smoothing the fabric of his jacket. He rejected the idea of a tuxedo, favoring a bespoke black suit that accentuates his muscular frame, from his broad shoulders, to his solid chest, and down to a lean, trim waist. He looks amazing.
The brave face I’ve had firmly in place, crumbles.
“I was keeping it together. I never imagined it would hit me all at once like a tidal wave. I miss them so much, my heart aches,” I admit.
A few beats pass before he speaks.
“Your parents, my mom, Annmarie, and my little girl are up above partying with God and the angels.” His is voice is warm. “They may not be here,” he points to the floor, “but they’re here,” he taps against his heart, “And here,” he taps against mine. My gaze lowers. “They are sharing our joy.”
I glance up. “I keep telling myself that, but it’s still so hard.”
He runs his thumb over my lower lip. “I understand.”
He pulls me close to his body and wraps me in his strong arms, his warmth seeping through me.
My safe place.
I close my eyes.
This man holds my heart in the palm of his hand.
I’m not sure how long we stay like this, him rocking side to side.
He pulls away from me.
With his gaze boring into mine, he asks, “You’re going to be okay?”
I nod. “The sadness comes and goes, but yes, I’ll be okay.”
“I didn’t only come up here to find my beautiful wife. I’ve been told it’s time for the cake cutting, and then the tossing of the bouquet and garter.”
I laugh.
“By you’ve been told, you mean, Sydney?”
“No, I mean, Riley,” he chuckles. “She’s hoping to send her boyfriend a message.”
Riley Carrington, a boisterous and bubbly redhead with a big personality is also here. Sydney nearly died. She’s a huge fan of the popular Food Network chef and food blogger. I met Riley Carrington at a few of Shane’s barbecues and parties. She’s also a client. She couldn’t wait to get her own Cycle Thonix bike. She even got a couple for her brother’s ranch in Summerville, Texas––one for Jake and one for Hunter, Jake’s business partner and best friend.
“She’s too much,” I laugh.
“Yes. She. Is,” he agrees. “But you’ve got to love her.”
“I guess there’s no pressure weighing on your shoulders since none of your boys are going to be fighting over the garter. On the contrary, they’ll be fighting to distance themselves as fast as humanly possible.”
“I’m certain they’ll conveniently be absent, or lost in the bathroom or garden. And that includes my brother, unless he uses Micah as his scapegoat.”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
“As for Larkin, the garter is smart enough to stay the hell away from him.”
I explode in laughter.
Random Misconception rocked the crowd until our feet hurt with a playlist of danceable tunes and ballads—all with a rock edge, of course. Holt, the fourth member, flew in from London with his adorable little girl.
My wedding day is beyond anything I could’ve dreamed of. Marrying Levi is a blessing, but being surrounded by all of these new friends warms my heart.
“Everyone is waiting, Mrs. Aldridge.” My husband laces his fingers with mine and brings my hand to his lips before dropping a soft kiss.
An unbidden smile steals across my lips, “God, I love it when you call me Mrs. Aldridge.”
“That’s a good thing because it’s your name for the rest of your life.”
We exchange a wide smile.
“Come on, let’s go,” he says, guiding me to the stairs, “The faster we feed these people cake, the faster I can have you all to myself. I can’t wait to consummate this marriage, Mrs. Aldridge.”
“Mr. Aldridge!” I feign outrage. “Is that any way to talk to your wife?”
He leans into me, his lips flirting my earlobe. “You’re right.” The words are a husky whisper in my ear. “Why sugarcoat it?” He grabs my hand and places it on his crotch and grinds into the palm of my hand. “I’ve been hard since I saw you walking down the aisle in your gorgeous princess dress. Since you agreed to be my wife, I’ve been counting down the minutes until I can rip your panties––hopefully virginal white––off your sinful body with my teeth, so I can bury my very hard cock inside your sweet little ass, Mrs. Aldridge.” I swallow hard. “And, FYI, I intend on keeping you naked and barricaded in this house for five days once we get rid of all of these people. Don’t count on a second of rest.” He stares at me with suggestive bedroom eyes, half-lidded and sensual as fuck. “Better?”
There goes a good pair of panties.
The wolfish grin parting his lips is as stomach-fluttering and potent as the one he gives me when I know I’m in for a very, very long night of multiple orgasms.
