Page 81 of Billion Dollar Vow

Fuck, the amount of times I’ve stroked myself, I’m surprised it still works.

But now I get the real thing and she’s better than I ever imagined. I can’t stop breathing in her air; she’s intoxicating. My hand slips gently over her cheekbones, down to her shoulders, and to her waist.

“You’re better than I imagined,” she groans, and my chest swells at her confession.

It amps me up more.

I move my kisses down over her jaw, to her ear, and then down her neck, biting and sucking as her head tips backward, giving me more access.

“Oliver-r,” she whimpers.

The sound is like music to my ears.

I bring my lips to hers again, but this time hovering to whisper, “You’re so beautiful.”

Her hands grab my shoulders, and when her nails dig into me, not wanting me to stop, I growl against her mouth and shift my bodyweight forward. Her legs grip my hips tighter. She trembles, moaning my name again, and her nails are definitely going to leave marks.

I pull back to breathe against her swollen lips. “I knew you’d be sweet.”

“How?”

“Your attitude is a wall, and underneath, there’s a sweetness begging to be freed.”

She swivels her hips, causing friction between us, and my body responds instantly. My cock hardens further, and a groan escapes from deep in my chest. At the same time, she runs her tongue along the seam of my lips. “You always try to keep things so controlled,” she whispers against my mouth. “Right fucking now, I want you to lose it.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you.”

I rock my hips to grind myself against her, the clothes making me uncomfortable as I grow harder.

“Fuck, Karley, I need you.”

I touch her breast over her clothes. She arches her back and pushes herself into my hand. At the same time, I bring my mouth to her neck, kissing and dragging my teeth over her skin, drawing a sexy groan from her lips. Her breasts are the perfect handful.

She was made for me.

I need more.

I pull back, and her eyes flutter open. Grabbing her impatiently, I push her skirt down. Her shirt gapes, showing meher purple bra, and I dip my head and kiss her stomach up to her breasts.

One hand stays on her waist, and the other pushes the bra below so I can kiss her skin. She smells like caramel, making my mouth water.

I lick my lips, take one of her nipples, and roll my tongue around her tight bud. Her hands sink deep into my hair, holding me to her.

After giving that one attention, I kiss and nibble my way to the other and give it the same treatment.

Her hips rock, begging for more. I grip her waist tighter, trying to steady her movements, or I’ll lose what little control I have left.

“I could get used to this. You, lying on my counter, all ready for me.”

I touch her pussy over the delicate fabric covering it. She cries out, her head tipping back.

A deep rumble leaves my chest. “So wet.”

I loop my fingers through the string and pull her thong down over her legs until they’re on the floor. She leans up on her elbows and spreads her knees. My cock jumps at the sight, and a wave of disbelief washes over me… She wants this, wants me, as desperately as I want her.

I lift one foot on the counter and then the other. She hisses when I skim my hand along her thigh, my lips following, kissing higher and higher until I meet her wet pussy.

I peer up and see her mouth parted as her breasts rise and fall, her blue eyes locked on mine. I lick my lips. “I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like.”