Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires #3) by Lauren Asher

Regret this later.

My lower half throbs with the need for more. I grab the vibrator only to have it stolen right out of my hands.

“Use your hand first.” He slides off the bed, walking around the end before lying between my legs.

Fuck.

I tease my clit and drag my hand back and forth from my entrance, using my arousal to my advantage.

My finger dips inside, pumping slowly.

“Show how me much you want me.” He watches with the utmost fascination as I lift my finger. It shines under the moonlight peeking through the blinds. The vibrator slips from his hand, completely abandoned as he focuses on me.

“Another.”

I follow his command, my body shaking as I slip a second finger inside, soaking it to the knuckle as I slowly push in and out. I’ve never been able to turn myself on this much. Cal’s presence works like an aphrodisiac, turning me into a whimpering mess at his command.

The muscles in my stomach contract with each thrust of my fingers.

“Let me taste you.” His voice cracks, the wildness in his gaze splitting my heart in two.

“No.” I state it firmly—for him and for myself.

He drops his head against the mattress and groans.

I grin as I reach for the vibrator again, only to have Cal hold it hostage against his chest.

“Hand it over.” I wiggle my fingers.

“You said I couldn’t touch you, but you never said anything about me using your toy.” He presses the button, and the hum fills the room.

“Wha—” My protest is cut off by Cal pressing the warm vibrating end against my clit.

My back arches, pleasure spreading through my body like a tidal wave.

“You’re a cheat,” I moan as he slides the tip inside of me, soaking it before returning it back to my clit.

He repeats the same motion over and over, collecting my arousal before teasing my clit. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

Like I stand a chance of doing that now that he retook control and turned me into a mindless mess. My frustration grows as I chase my orgasm, only to have it denied every single time.

I clutch on to the sheet beneath me and grunt. My skin has a slight sheen to it from the sweat dampening it.

He tsks as I attempt to snag the vibrator away again. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I say between gritted teeth.

“Then let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Pity then. Let me know when you’re ready to accept defeat.” He shuts off the vibrator before inserting the tip inside me. His thrusts are deliberately shallow, barely scratching the itch. If anything, it makes the pulsing worse.

I moan. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me.”

My lips remain clamped together. His condescending chuckle makes me want to rage. He turns the vibrator on to the lowest setting to take the edge off, and I melt further into the mattress.

“All this could be over if you just surrender.” He lowers himself until his face is inches away from my pussy and blows against my swollen clit.

For fuck’s sake.

“If you don’t make me come in the next minute, I’ll shove that vibrator straight up your ass and finish this myself.”

He winks. “I’m down if you are, so long as you let me come afterward.”

“I hate you,” I grind out as he shoves the vibrator deeper.

“No. You hate how I make you feel.” He removes the vibrator and wipes away my essence with a few strokes of his tongue. The way he shuts his eyes in reverence pushes me over the edge.

“Please touch me.” The words come out strained, matching the way my heart feels like it is being pulled apart at the seams.

You’re the one who wanted this.

With quick abandon, Cal ditches the vibrator and spreads my legs wider to accommodate his body. He kisses his way up and down each of my thighs, taking his sweet time. The brush of his soft lips against my flesh is too much. I lift my hips to remind him of what I want, only to be met with the scrape of his stubbled cheek against my thigh.

I dig my fingers into his hair and drag his head to my dripping center. “Enough teasing. Either fuck me or fuck off.”

“So bossy.” His tongue swipes out, darting across my swollen clit. When he tries to retreat, I hold his head against me and force him to stay. “So needy.” He drags the tip toward my aching center. “So fucking sexy, my cock feels like it might burst from the sight of you.”

His tongue sinks inside me. My back curves, sparks shooting off my skin as he devours me like he hasn’t eaten for years. Like I’m the first meal he has had and he wants to savor it. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he holds me against his face, his eyes solely focused on me.

The unrelenting torture of his mouth drives me closer to the edge. I want to hold out, but my toes tingle and my breathing quickens as his tongue teases my center before diving inside.

My thighs press into the sides of his head as I come. Spots fill my vision as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. Cal doesn’t cease his stroking, sucking, and licking until my body stops trembling and my release coats the entire lower half of his face.

“Fuck.” My head drops back, and I blink up at the ceiling.

He kisses my center one last time before crawling over my body. His familiar weight presses me deeper into the mattress as he cradles my head and kisses me. The combined taste of his minty breath and my arousal floods my mouth, causing another spike of pleasure. I moan against his lips, and his tongue swoops in, forcing me to taste how much I want him.