Page 20 of The Billionaire's Betrayal
Squirming, she thrust her two digits into his back hole, in and out with quick, shallow claims. The friction drove him over the edge, and he growled, desperate for release. She rocked on top of him once again, and called out his name as her cheeks reddened, eyes darkened.
She bounced on his lap, her fingers not letting up for a second, and finally, shook. The vision of her gorgeous naked body, covered in sweat, squeezed an invisible band around his heart, clenching it so hard he forgot to breathe for a beat or two.
She came on his cock, her body trembling, moans of exhaustion and satisfaction pouring from her lips. One last time, she pulled her fingers out then shoved them inside him, and he let himself go.
Pleasure rocketed in his core, fast-tracking all his cells, launching through him powerful and ruthless. Flecks popped on his field of vision, overwhelming all his senses. He loaded generous spurs of his hot cum inside her pussy, and her greedy walls milked him completely.
When she fell on top of him, he kissed the top of her head and helped her roll to the side. He wanted to talk, but couldn’t manage to string two words together, let alone two sentences. Madam Alexa had drained him completely, and he couldn’t have been more satisfied.
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Alexa sighed. Strands of her hair, slicked with sweat, clung to her cheeks, and she wiped them from her face. What the hell just happened?
She could blame it on the excitement from choosing the right candidate, but shit, she deserved more honesty. It wasn’t about who’d taken charge, because she loved it when he did, but he’d given her the option. A squishy sensation traveled through her, the good feeling almost overpowering her still tingling lady bits. During sex, he’d let her be whoever she wanted. Would he be like this in every aspect of a relationship? Accepting and trustworthy?
Or is he yielding to our sexual attraction because it’s convenient and available?
“If all Texans are this good in bed, we’ll make billions from the auction,” she said, throwing the comment to dispel the doubt rooting inside her.
He moved his face, glancing at her with a hint of a smile. “You’ll have to take my word for it. If any man dares to look at you, they’re toast.”
“I’m sure you’ll keep me busy while I’m in town,” she said, no longer fooling herself about not sleeping with him anymore. “Tomorrow he’s signing the contract, yes?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Hope it’s the right decision for him.”
“Why wouldn’t it be? He’ll make a lot of money and he has the rest of his life to make love to the right woman,” she said, doubting a young buck like Scott would keep from having fun with the wrong ones. “How was your first time?”
He propped himself on his elbow, and she shuffled on the hay, the prickly grass itching her knee and legs. “Hmmm. Sixteen years old. My girlfriend back then, same age.”
“And?”
“I wish I knew then what I know now.”
She nudged his shoulder. “If you did, I doubt she would’ve ever let you go.”
She meant to say it playfully, but a lump formed in her throat, and the uncomfortable awareness returned, twisting her insides. A zingy energy passed between them, pulling them closer to each other even though neither moved an inch. Tingles arrowed inside her, in all directions, carrying a message she didn’t want to decipher.
Without breaking the stare, he stroked her cheek, his touch so gentle, she leaned into it, silently begging for more. He acquiesced, sliding his hand down to the back of her neck, and she exhaled. If she had met a nice man like him when she’d been a runaway girl, would she have settled? Her heart skipped a beat.
No. She wouldn’t have been ready to give herself to someone back then—not even a guy as dreamy as Brooks. She moved her head a bit, jerking it away from him to clear her mind. If he continued touching her, no rational thought would hit her brain. “What’s on your mind?” she asked.
“You know, you popped my other cherry today, so in a sense, you were present during a loss of virginity.”
“Really? Was it…okay?” Alexa chewed her bottom lip. She’d read about how some guys enjoyed some play in their ass during oral sex or intercourse. A shiver raced down her spine. What if he’d hated it? He’d acted like he loved it.
“Yeah. But moving forward, I’d much rather do the same to you, Madam.”
“Well, you’d be popping my cherry then,” she said with amusement. “I’ve tried with my vibrator, but never with a guy back there.”
Balls of fire lit his eyes, sparkling specks of gold shooting through his irises. “Tell me more.”
“Well, I did some research, because in my line of work, it’s good to know things. Also, I wanted to see if I’d like it,” she finished, telling the real reason why she’d bought a two-dildo contraption. A wave of heat spread across her cheeks and neck, and she touched her chest, cursing her heart for beating so wildly.
“Did you?”
“It’s okay but I’m sure with a guy it’s different.” Better with a guy. No, not just any guy. Better with him.
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Maybe you’ll let me show it to you.”
