Page 61 of Billionaire's Desire
“Sir… Max. I already came this morning,” I argue without conviction, as his hands move lower, opening the buttons of my blouse. My skirt is hiked up my thighs and my heels are digging into the floor.
“Again. I want you again.”
With my breasts exposed, he nips on my already bruised neck, marking me afresh, then he grabs my waist, controlling the pressure of his thigh into my centre.
“I am so close,” I breathe out.
“I can tell.”
Then he is pinching my already sensitive nipple and I am tumbling off the edge again.
“Baaaaaaby!” I scream into his neck.
“That’s it.” He coaxes as my rhythm turns frenzied. I grab onto his hair, his robe, his arms, trying to stay upright but to no avail.
After my orgasm has crested, I am left limp with him using his whole body to hold me up.
“Good morning, baby,” he pushes my hair back.
“Morning.”
He lifts me and carries me to his bed, lying me down.
Then he drags the carts with my supplies and his breakfast into his room before locking the door behind him.
“That was fucking amazing. You like it a little rough, huh?”
He flashes me his panty-melting smile, “I like everything with you.”
“Okay. I still need to deliver breakfast to the other guests.”
“How many minutes can you spare?”
“Ten.”
“I can do a lot in ten minutes, Maggie,” he unties the robe revealing his perfectly muscular body, his chest and thighs only rivalled with Greek statues.
“You look good.”
He pushes the robe off his shoulders, remaining in a pair of black briefs that leave very little to the imagination.
“I am glad you think that. Did you bring syrup with you?”
I am surprised by his tangent in conversation.
“Yes. Chef’s special was pancakes. I brought maple syrup. Why?”
He has an excited glint in his eyes as he growls. “Take off your blouse. I don’t want it to get messy.”
“Messy?” I ask, even as I pull it off me.
“Yes, baby. I am about to make you very, very sticky.”
Oh God!
My panties are already soaked from the orgasm he gave me against the wall, but I am somehow already trembling with need.
“Sticky?”
