The Billionaire's Secret Wife (The Pryce Family Book 3) (Volume 3) Read Online Free Page B

traveled upward, then he stopped, blowing gently at the black curls between her legs. She was already wet.
    He dropped a soft kiss on her belly. “You look perfect.”
    “So do you.”
    With a little smile, he kissed and licked along her legs. They were lean and trim from daily jogging, and he loved their shape and strength.
    He gently ran a finger along the seam at the juncture of her thighs. She was scorching hot and wet. He put her juices on his tongue and groaned at the pure honeyed taste.
    Propping her legs on his shoulders, he feasted on her. Her back arched at the feel of his tongue, and he hummed with satisfaction at how responsive she was. Maybe her firm had kept her so busy since November that she hadn’t had a free moment to think about another man, much less actually get laid.
    Jealousy spiked, but he kicked it down. This wasn’t the time. Vanessa was in his bed, moaning under his mouth.
    He swirled his tongue over her clit and pushed his finger into her. Her inner muscles clutched at him, and he groaned at how responsive she was as he moved it in and out of her in that erratic rhythm she liked so much.
    As much as he wanted to draw the moment out, he couldn’t wait much longer. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, and he wanted her limp and pliable from a powerful orgasm before he entered her.
    Her hands twisted the sheet, and her breathing took on a staccatoed, panicked tone, like she was afraid he’d abandon her now when she was so close. He didn’t understand why; he’d never left her unsatisfied.
    “Justin!” His name on her lips was the sweetest sound ever. He kept up the pressure as she rode wave after wave of the first of many orgasms he planned to give her that night. She was so beautiful, abandoning herself to the pleasure.
    Finally she brought him up for a deep kiss. He lay over her, anticipating what was to come, and his cock grew even harder. She reached between their bodies and ran her index finger over the slick blunt tip of his erection, then put it in her mouth. “Mmmm. Yummy.”
    “Wicked,” Justin murmured.
    “And I live in L.A.”
    “The wicked wench of the west.”
    She laughed, the sound husky. Then she whispered into his ear, “Less talk, more action.”
    * * *
    Vanessa smiled when Justin gave into his need and trailed his lips along her neck, his hands traveling over her torso, moving closer and closer to her breasts. He made her feel so free in bed, like she could do or say anything and it would be all right. Maybe that was what kept their time together so fresh and hot. Nothing else could explain why she still wanted him like this after ten years of an on-and-off relationship.
    Justin’s firm hand cupped her breast with exactly the right amount of pressure, making her draw a sharp breath at how amazing it felt. He flicked his finger over her aching nipple, and she clenched her inner muscles as she grew slick between her legs.
    He took his time with her breast. Where was he getting the patience? She could feel his cock throbbing against her. She licked her lips. She wanted him inside her probably more than he wanted to plunge into her.
    Finally he pulled her nipple into his mouth, trapping the hard point between the roof of his mouth and tongue. The edge of his teeth scraped against the soft skin, and she tunneled her fingers through his silky hair as desire heated rapidly in her belly, like she hadn’t just had a powerful orgasm.
    When he finally released her breast, she kissed him and rolled him over. As he watched her, she got on her knees and gripped the headboard. Then very deliberately, she spread her thighs and arched her back.
    He nuzzled the gentle slopes of her buttocks, his hot breath fanning over her heated skin. She pushed herself toward him, and he stroked her clit. “You’re gorgeous like this.” He nipped her, sending a sharp tang of want along her spine. “Good enough to eat.”
    “No more talking. Show me.”
    With a soft laugh, he