Farewell to Lust (Falling for the Billionaire #3) Read Free Page B

down to her hole, his
tongue tasting her there.  Bradley welcomed her orgasm, staying between her
legs, gently caressing her wet skin with his tongue.
    Becky had never received oral sex
like that before nor had she had an orgasm so intense from oral sex. 
    When Bradley finally moved from her
sex, he kissed up her entire body, not stopping, not even when his tie along
her vagina, still warm and gushing from her orgasm, and she called for him
again.
    Bradley kissed between her breasts
and up, going straight to her mouth.  He hovered over Becky’s mouth, an inch
away. 
    Becky could smell her own
sweetness.  Bradley’s lips looked worked.  She moved up and kissed him, kissing
his lips twice and then slipping her tongue along his lips.  She tasted herself
on and in his mouth. 
    As they kissed again, Bradley
started to thrust himself at Becky, his erection pressing between her legs. 
Becky’s hands moved to Bradley’s back, clawing at his shirt, wanting him
naked.  Bradley put his hands to the bed and picked himself up. 
    “Undress me,” he said.
    Becky pulled at Bradley’s tie,
moving slow, savoring the moment of taking off a billionaire’s tie.  All their
previous encounters had been Bradley undressing his top half.  Becky only had
the honor of unzipping his pants and finding his thick erection.  She slid his
tie off and tossed it to the bed.  Next her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, one
button at a time, going slow enough that Bradley continued to pump at her,
reminding Becky what was to come once he was naked.  The way her arms were
pressed her breasts together, giving Bradley an amazing view of her creamy,
thick breasts and her rose colored, erect nipples. 
    Becky continued down his shirt,
taking deep breaths, letting his intense smell flood all her senses.  After the
last button, one of her hands continued down and forced itself between her
naked sex and his clothed erection.  She cupped him for a second and then took
her hand away, allowing him back down at her, rubbing against her wetness. 
    She then put her hands to his broad
shoulders and pushed his shirt down, revealing his amazing body.  For a man who
embraced power and success and lived on it, he also took care of himself.  The
muscles were hard and natural, well defined with subtle lines separating them. 
Her left hand held his right shoulder, her nails digging into his skin.  Her right
hand moved down his body, feeling the curve of his chest leading to a set of
rippling ab muscles, down to his pants.  Her fingers moved into his pants but
just for a second.  She then put both hands to his pants, opening his belt and,
finally, his pants. 
    It was all she could do with the
position they were in. 
    Bradley moved from the bed and
stood up, his hands at his sides.  His shirt was open.  His pants were open but
still up and there was an obvious bulge between his legs.
    “Now,” he said to Becky.
    She hurried to her knees and
climbed across the bed to him.  On her knees on the bed she was eye level with
Bradley.  Her hands started at his shoulders again, but this time she took his
shirt off.  Down and to the floor.  Her hands stayed just as eager as she moved
to his pants.  They were down in a second and that only left his boxers.  She
put her hands to his hips and pushed, making sure he could feel her fingers so
close to his erection, but she didn’t touch it.  She did watch though, seeing
him pop out from his boxers, standing thick and tall.  Her pussy ached in that
moment, desperate for him. 
    Bradley then took over.  His hands
were at Becky’s ass, cupping her cheeks and forcing her back down to the bed. 
He positioned her with her legs off the bed, her ass on the edge, her open slit
pointed at his hardness.  He came down at her with a hard thrust, the tip of
his erection penetrating her without any remorse, going straight in, leading
the way for the rest of his amazing shaft. 
    Becky was ready but her