ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) by Olivia Thorne

hand up his leg and moved around to his ass.
    Ohhhhh wow.
    I hadn’t seen much of it beneath his suit jacket, but it was definitely round and curvy, a firm, solid mass of muscle.
    Oh boy.
    My mouth was watering.
    He looked down at me, and I looked up and bit my lip. I was suddenly shy.
    “Please,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with desire.
    That was all it took.
    I traced my fingernail softly over the shape of his shaft and watched it jump and strain beneath his boxers.
    I had to see it. Now.
    I reached up, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and tugged a little, then moved them around to his ass, tugged a little more.
    The waistband slowly descended, and I could see he had an all-over body tan, that gorgeous brown from head to toe (and everywhere else).
    I kept pulling.
    The boxers slid down over the perfect curve of his ass, but his penis had shifted and was now poking straight down. All I could see was the base of his shaft, a well-groomed thatch of brown curls, and the firmest, tightest abs I’d seen outside of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.
    Wow.
    It was… very large.
    Incredibly thick.
    I wasn’t sure if I could even get my hand all the way around it.
    Both incredible desire and, if I’m going to be honest, a little bit of fear surged through me.
    But I had to see the rest of it. I HAD to.
    I pulled the boxers slowly down, careful not to hurt him or stretch him too far.
    I kept glancing up at his face for a hint as to how he was feeling.
    He looked like he was going to go crazy with desire if I didn’t move the show along.
    That’s okay, because I felt the same way, too.
    I slowly slipped the boxers off the tip of his unit, and gasped as it bobbed up into place.
    It was the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen.
    I’ve already said I’m not that worldly. Of the ones I’d seen, they tended to strike me as… well, not that attractive. Kind of funny-looking. I liked how they felt, but I didn’t really like looking at them.
    This one, I could have stared at all day.
    Well, if I could have controlled myself from not using it.
    It wasn’t just the size or the thickness, but the perfect aesthetics of it. It was like a perfectly sculpted piece of pink marble. Gorgeous, smooth, with a curve and heft that made my insides quiver.
    Again, I was suddenly shy. I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, like I was asking permission.
    He stared down at me with an urgent look on his face, like What are you waiting for?!
    I reached out and slowly touched it, softly grazing my fingers along it.
    It jumped in my hand, expanding with a spasm.
    Connor groaned.
    His reaction overcame any remaining hesitance I had.
    I began to brush my fingers across it, softly, amazed at the burning heat from it – and from the silky softness of the skin over the rock hardness beneath.
    I encircled the massive girth with my fingers. I was right – I could just barely get my hand around it.
    I began to softly stroke it, up and down, up and down.
    Connor was moaning, and every sound he made doubled and tripled my own desire.
    A drop of clear liquid beaded at the tip of the massive head. I moved my palm over it and used his natural lubrication to wet my fingers, then began to softly caress him again.
    The slipperiness made it even more sensual – the soft pull of his flesh against mine.
    Connor was groaning non-stop by now.
    I leaned in and kissed the shaft. The heat seemed to scald my lips – but I wanted more.
    I began to run my tongue up and down the underside, lightly at first, then wetter and heavier, from just beneath his head all the way down to the base.
    He was whimpering now.
    I pulled the shaft down away from his body – it was so long! – and hesitantly, a little fearfully, took him inside my mouth.
    I almost came just from the touch of his skin on my tongue.
    He tasted salty and sweet – far better than anyone else I had ever done this with.
    I moved my mouth forward – not far. He was so big, I was a little