Page 57 of Billionaire's Desire
“Yes, baby.”
“Please.”
I wrap my hand around her right thigh and push it up, opening her to more of my humping.
My slow pace makes her eyes roll back in pleasure.
She whimpers beneath me, quickly reaching the edge, but it’s still not enough.
She needs more.
I lift myself a little to get rid of my shirt, but I keep my pants on.
Then I let my body lie on top of hers, letting her pebbled nipples rub up against my chest.
Her breathy moans egg me on.
I push her legs wider, her dress riding up her thighs.
I can see indentations forming from the grip I am using to hold her open for me.
Fuck!
The thought of marking her, leaving marks just for me, makes me absolutely feral.
I wrap my hand around her throat, slightly choking her, then mimic the punishing strokes I am going to give her once we finally get together.
When her breathing begins to falter, I use my other hand to roll her nipple and then crush my lips onto hers to absorb her moans and whimpers.
She bites me so hard she draws blood.
Her eyes roll back.
Her whole body shakes, and I have to suspend myself above her and watch the marvel that is her coming apart.
It takes a lot longer than I expected, her thighs quivering, her fingers gripping the sheets as her back bows a little.
Once she is heaving and spent, I finally release my hand from her throat, and smooth her beautiful back.
“You are so beautiful.”
“Th-thank you. Fucking hell, Max, fuck.”
“What?”
“I… I just—fuck!”
Like I had promised, her thoughts are completely scrambled.
My cock is rock hard in my pants and I am sure just one touch from her would make me detonate, but I ignore it, watching this beautiful woman try to regain her composure.
“Are you okay, baby?”
She shifts her head to stare at me from the position she is still lying in. “I am perfect. I want to do that again.”
I laugh. “My greedy girl.”
“What can I say Max? I really liked that.”
