Free Caged (How Not To Be Seduced by Billionaires: Book 3) by Marian Tee Page B

butt, I gave him a gentle shove, and he obediently lied on his back.
     
                Conscious of his gaze on me, I did what I said over the phone, starting with unbuckling his belt then pulling it out of the straps. Throwing it to the floor, I moved on to the zip of his jeans, struggling with it because his cock was already straining for attention underneath it.
     
                “Need some help?” he asked huskily.
     
                I shook my head, frowning in concentration as I finally wrestled his zip down and proceeded to pulling his jeans off. It joined his belt on the floor, followed by his socks, shoes, and everything else until he was down to his black briefs.
     
                Oxygen level inside my body dipped low as I pulled that last piece of clothing out of the way. His cock jerked up, as if knowing what was next.
     
                “What next?” I whispered.
     
                “Your breasts,” Constantijin growled.
     
                Oh, right. I did say that. Right?
     
                Bending down, I slowly pushed my breasts close until his cock was a snug fit in between. I moved up and down, and I felt Constantijin’s entire body shudder at the movement. Taking confidence from that, I bent lower, squeezing my breasts closer just as I licked the head of his cock.
     
                Constantijin groaned. “Ah, sweetheart. That was---aaah,” he finished with another groan when I took in the entire head with my mouth, tongue swirling around it like a lollipop. The taste of his cock was salty and something else, something totally Constantijin. The pleasure I heard from his voice and felt from the shudders that constantly went through his body fed my own pleasure, giving me a dizzying sense of power.
     
                More assured now, I released my breasts to cup the soft sacs underneath and was rewarded by another groan.
     
                “Hold my cock,” he growled.
     
                Grasping him with one hand, I squeezed the base of his cock just as I tried to take more of him into my mouth.
     
                “Yes,” he gritted out. “More.”
     
                I rose up so I could take another few inches.
     
                Constantijin’s fingers sifted through my hair before gripping it with delicious roughness. “More, Yanna.”
     
                Something inside me thrilled at his demand and I did my best to take more of him, pausing once in a while when I felt my throat closing in protest, unused to taking in something as large as his cock.
     
                When I had in all I could take, I began moving my mouth up and down, loving his cock the way I had secretly dreamed of for so long. Constantijin groaned in rhythm with my movements and as his grip on my hair tightened, I instinctively increased my tempo, head bobbing up and down as I sucked him with all I got.
     
                “I’m coming,” he said harshly.
     
                I knew he was asking me if I wanted to take in his cum as well, and in that moment I realized I did. I wanted him mine, all mine, and this part of him wouldn’t be anyone else’s.
     
                When his body tensed, I took my cue and squeezed his balls gently before raking my nails on his crotch.
     
                He came with a shout, his body jerking, and I gulped everything it all in, savoring all the while the pleasure on his face.
     
                “Yanna,” he breathed.
     
                But before we could say anything else, Alyx was pounding on the door. ”You two woke me up!"
     
                Shit!
     
                I grabbed the covers and pulled it over me just as my friend opened the door.
     
                “Hello, Alyx,” Constantijin said calmly.