The Billionaire’s Naughty List (Cam Show Crush)

15. Lily

15

LILY

I rub a finger between my eyes and Elliot immediately cuddles me closer.

“Everything okay?”

It’s late. Christmas dinner is done. Presents unwrapped, paper and bows are in the trash can. Everything is clean and tidy and tomorrow, the guys are going to hit the slopes so everyone went to bed early. Elliot and I are curled up on the sofa in his room, enjoying some quiet time.

“I love my family, but they can be a bit loud.”

His laugh rumbles through me. “You work with dogs all day. How are you not used to chaos?”

I shrug. “Dogs are different.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have half a dozen of your own.”

“I will. Just as soon as I start my business. I want to feel settled,” I say. Speaking of settled… “I can’t believe my dad and Emily are together. Did not have that on my bingo card.”

Now that I’ve had a full twenty-four hours to digest that surprise, I get it. She’s good for him. Caring but doesn’t take his shit. He’s been set in his ways since I was little, but I see him bend for her.

“Yeah.”

I turn in Elliot’s arms, kneeling next to him and slide my hands up his chest. He tugs me closer and I throw a leg over his lap. I gasp at his hardness.

“Sorry. Can’t help it,” he grouses and I immediately press my lips to his.

“Never apologize for wanting me.” I roll my hips against his hard length.

“Fuck yes. I’ve needed this all day.”

He doesn’t even have to ask, just strips me out of my chunky, cable knit sweater. His groan sets my nerves aflame. “I finally get to unwrap my present,” he rumbles and I smile.

“Ditto.”

His lips tug into a lusty smirk and he leans forward just enough to strip his own sweater off. Then his t-shirt. When he lays back against the corner of the sofa, he’s bare chested and glorious.

I give his left pec a nip. “You just unwrapped my present, sir.”

“You can unwrap the rest. I won’t stop you.”

So I do. Off with his jeans and mine. When we’re both fully naked, he pulls me back into his lap, lining that gorgeous cock up with my pussy. Tomorrow doesn’t matter when we’re locked in this moment together, hands roaming, lips locked. His breath is mine and mine is his.

I grind myself against his lap, soaking up his heat at the same time. He squeezes my ass, encouraging me to keep up the rhythm with my hips.

“So naughty,” I tease.

“You’re at the top of my naughty list, kitten. Do your worst.”

Gah, I love that. Being at the top of his list. His naughty list, at that.

Reaching down as I lift up, I guide the tip of his erection through my slickness. We’re both holding our breath as I slide downward. It’s still not an easy stretch, despite the zillion times we’ve done this in the last five days. The pressure builds and I bite my lip.

He moans, cupping my cheek with one hand while keeping the other firmly locked over my hip, almost like he’s afraid I’ll change my mind. But that’ll never happen. Not when he loves me like this. Not when he’s so easy to be with and thoughtful.

“That’s it Lily. Take all of me. Every last inch.”

Hands on his shoulders, I slide down the last little bit. We exhale at the same time, then grin at each other like two love struck fools. I guess we are. And I love it.

Pressing against him, I let the hard points of my nipples brush his chest. He sucks in a sharp breath, hands locking around my ass. Sealing my lips to his, I make out with my billionaire geek like it’s our first and last kiss. And then, when I lift my hips and that long, hard cock teases all my most sensitive areas, I nip his lower lip.

“Fuck,” he utters. “Such a good girl.”

His praise is like a silky blanket, warm and soft, filling me with happiness. Just like his cock.

I nibble my way to his ear, not missing a thrust. I’m chasing the high I’ve only felt with him inside me. Deliciously naughty.

“Hold on,” he grunts and then topples us to the side before tucking me beneath him. My legs lock behind his back, as if that’s where they’ve always belonged. “Fuck yes, kitten. Just like that.”

He drills into me, harder and faster with each stroke until I explode. He lifts his head, groaning, muscles tight. I sink my nails into his shoulders, holding on as the pleasure rolls through me in waves. Building and building, a tsunami of sensation.

“That’s it, kitten. Mark me. Claim me just like I’m claiming your pretty little pussy.”

His naughty words send a ripple of delight from my brain, straight to my core, which he can apparently feel if his animalistic groan is any indication.

Dropping down, he curls his hands beneath my shoulders and gives a few more pumps, sliding easier now that I’m filled with his cum. “You like it when I talk about your sweet pussy, don’t you? You want me to fill it up every night?”

I hum an agreement. “Every day.”

“Every day. Every night. You’re going to be so sick of me.”

“I highly doubt that,” I say, pulling him down for a kiss that’s teasing and full of promise. I’m pretty sure I’ll get sick of sugar cookies before I get sick of Elliot.