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Lily Rose Tiffany gasped at the intense pleasure created by her billionaire boyfriendâ€™s oral lovemaking. Impulsively, she speared her fingers through his silky hair and her nails dug into his scalp as she desperately clutched at his head between her wide open thighs. The tip of his hot tongue lashed her tender clit and then he moved his mouth to lap at her labia. He took turns with each plump fold, sucking deeply until her senses became inflamed and the fire of need scrambled her self-control.
â€œRyland, please!â€ she cried, fighting to catch her breath as he hung her at the edge of bliss. The sensations he created with his mouth were so intense, so agonising that her thighs trembled and her belly quivered and she wanted him inside her, possessing her. But damn him, Ryland Walton ignored her pleas. He chuckled against her pussy, his warm lips melting over her clitoris. He lapped at her aching bud, taking his sweet time in making her come.
He was being rougher than usual tonight and deep down inside her, she knew why. It happened sometimes, when he was away from her for too long, and when he wanted to experience his desire of sharing her with another man. But she couldnâ€™t think about that. Not right now. She just wanted him to fuck her.
He was as tense as she was. Tenser. She could see it in the muscles rippling across his tanned back and the muscles spasming in his broad shoulders as he held her hips tightly with his big hands while he devoured her pussy.
The sexual tension had zapped through the air the instant heâ€™d let himself into her twentieth-floor Manhattan luxury penthouse suite only a few minutes earlier. Sheâ€™d become aware of his need for sex in his quick predator-like steps as heâ€™d stalked into her bedroom. Sheâ€™d been sitting on her bed putting together an arrangement of colour swatches for a new client who wanted her entire home redecorated.
Lily hadnâ€™t expected Ryland to be back in town from his business trip to China for at least a few days. She hadnâ€™t been prepared for him. She wore no make-up. No sexy negligee. Only her favourite comfortable, frumpy lace nightie.