Page 7 of Her Sizzling Billionaire
She didn’t hesitate long. She chalked up, called a tough bank shot in the corner, and—fuck me—she sank it clean.
I moved before the ball even stopped moving. In two strides, I had her, mouth crashing down on hers as I lifted her onto the edge of the felt. She gasped into the kiss, legs parting instinctively as I settled between them. My hands slid up her thighs, hooked the waistband of her bikini briefs, and dragged them down her legs. I dropped to my knees on the carpet, spread her open, and dragged my tongue up her center in one long, slow stroke.
“Fuck, Maddox—” Her fingers twisted in my hair.
I licked her like I’d been starving for it. Slow circles around her clit, then lower, tasting how wet she already was. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them while my tongue worked her clit, and she came hard, thighs shaking around my head, a broken moan echoing off the walls.
When her breathing finally slowed, I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “What next?”
She answered by wrapping her small hand around my cock and stroking me root to tip. Her touch was tentative but eager.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
I frowned. “Done what?”
Her cheeks flushed darker. “Any of it. I’m…I’m a virgin, Maddox.”
That stopped me cold for half a second. “You’re on birth control?”
She nodded quickly. “I’ve been on it for a while. I’ve been prepared, but it just…never felt right. Until now. With you.”
I glanced toward the door. “We’re alone. I locked it when we came in.” Her gaze flickered, and I caught the question in them. “I didn’t know this would happen. But I knew I didn’t want anyone else in the room with us.”
She leaned forward and took me into her mouth—warm, wet, and so fucking eager it made my knees weak. I groaned, hand gently cupping the back of her head as she explored. For someone with no experience, she was going to kill me.
After a minute, I pulled back, breathing hard. “You sure you want to do this here? Now?”
She looked up at me with those bright, determined eyes. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
I kissed her again, slow and deep, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as I laid her back on the cool green felt of the pool table. The room was so quiet, I could hear every shaky breath she took. I wrapped one arm under her lower back, holding her close, while my other hand guided my cock to her entrance.
She was soaked, but still incredibly tight. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick folds, teasing her clit until she whimpered and lifted her hips, silently begging. Slowly, I pushed forward.
“Fuck, Saylor…” I groaned as the first inch sank into her. Her walls gripped me like wet velvet, hot and pulsing. “That’s it…let me in, baby. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so damn tight.”
She let out a sharp little cry, her eyes fluttering shut, lips parted. I watched her face intently as I eased in another inch, then another. Her brows drew together, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort flickering across her expression.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured, voice low and rough. “That’s it…taking my cock so well for your first time.”
A soft, needy moan escaped her as I rocked forward again, sinking deeper. The intimate sound of her body slowly accepting mine filled the silent room—soft, slick, obscene. I could hearthe faint creak of the pool table beneath us with every small movement.
When I was finally buried to the hilt inside her, I had to pause. The heat, the pressure, the way she fluttered around me—it was almost too much. I looked down between us, mesmerized by the sight of my thick cock stretching her open, her pink folds wrapped tightly around my shaft.
Then her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, and she pulled me in even harder.
“More,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
I groaned deeply. “You want it deeper, sweetheart? You want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”
She nodded frantically, cheeks flushed dark red, eyes glassy with lust. I started moving, pulling out slowly and thrusting back in with more force. The wet slap of our bodies meeting echoed in the quiet game room—skin on skin, the rhythmic sound of her wetness coating my cock with every stroke.
I reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and tugged it off, tossing it aside. Her full tits spilled free, nipples tight and begging for attention. I watched them bounce with every thrust, transfixed by the way her body moved under me.
“God, look at you,” I growled, voice strained. “So fucking beautiful spread out on this pool table, taking every inch like you were made for me.”
Her head fell back, a high, desperate moan tearing from her throat. I found the perfect angle, hitting that spot deep inside her with every thrust. Her expression drew my attention—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, face twisted in pure pleasure.
“Maddox—oh God, Maddox—” she cried out.
