Page 24 of Contract of a Billionaire

Her lips parted, her eyes hazy on me. I picked her up off the floor, and gently threw her on the bed. I gripped her knees and pulled them over my shoulders. She was completely exposed to me, the most glorious sight I had ever seen.

She was the altar, and I’d been brought to my knees to worship her.

I buried my head between her thighs. My tongue lapped at her drenched pussy and my control was gone. She was the only dessert I would have from now on.

“Please,” Autumn gasped, her pussy grinding against my face. I flattened my tongue against her clit and nipped at it, then alternated between long, slow licks and fast, hard ones. I could feel her thighs trembling as I feasted on her like I was possessed. My teeth tugged on her clit, then flicked over the sensitive nub with my tongue.

I feasted on her like I hadn’t eaten in years.

“Alessandro.” Her moans barely penetrated my mind as her body shuddered underneath me. She pushed herself into my mouth, her greedy pussy wanting more. So I pushed a finger inside her slick pussy, and my name left her lips on a scream as the orgasm ripped through her body.

She trembled underneath me and each shiver was the sweetest submission.

“You taste so fucking good,” I growled, lapping up every drop as she shuddered beneath me. Her face flushed from the orgasm, our gazes held and she watched as I kept licking her, hungry for more of her juices.

As I crawled up her body, she traced my every move through heavy eyelids. Every inch of her was flushed from arousal and the pleasure she just experienced. If I was a painter, I’d fucking paint her just as she was in this very moment. With that raven hair fanned around her, every inch of her naked, and her skin flushed.

I placed my cock to her drenched folds, and in one hard thrust, I slammed into her, filling her to the hilt.

Her painful whimper and her nails digging into my shoulders had me stilling. Our eyes locked. She was tight, her pussy clenching around my cock and realization slammed into me.

She was a virgin.

“How… What… “ I was lost for words.

I didn’t do virgins. I knew she was inexperienced, but the way my sister spoke, Autumn had boys pining after her their entire high school years. And neither one of them were shy about dating. It made me so certain that Autumn was no longer a virgin.

Fuck, I didn’t do virgins. Bile rose in my throat as memories crawled up my spine.

Blackouts. Spinning rooms. Cries.

“Alessio.” A soft voice. A soft touch. “Hey, Alessio. It’s okay.” Soft lips skimmed over my neck. “I’m not hurting. I just didn’t expect you to be so big.”

Her mouth brushed over the corner of mine and her tongue swept over my bottom lip. “Are you okay?”

Every word was soft. Every touch. It was different. She was different.

I blinked, the fog clearing away and the face I’ve obsessed over for the past four years came into focus. Her eyes were still green, a worried expression replacing her lustful one.

Her palms roamed my back, soothing. Up and down. Her touch feather soft. My ghosts hid, scared of her.

“You okay?” I rasped, my cock demanding I move and fuck her to oblivion while my mind protested with goddamn memories that I’ve kept at bay for decades.

“Yes.” She shifted her hips slightly, grinding her pelvis against mine and her eyes turned the greenest I’d ever seen them. “Just let me get used to you.”

Sweat creased my brow. She wouldn’t want me if she knew-

I couldn’t go there now. Instead, I focused on the woman underneath me. The one that looked at me like I was a god she could corrupt, but it was me who was corrupting her.

My cock throbbed as she slowly shifted, grinding her hips against me and her pussy throbbing around my cock.

The blood pounded in my ears, the most basic instinct inside me demanded I take her hard and fast. My cock had never known better pleasure than at this moment while gripped by the pussy of Autumn Corbin. I could barely breathe, all my need focused on the woman underneath me.

It took me several moments to gather myself. “Want me to stop?”

God help me if she wanted me to stop. I wasn’t sure if I was capable.

“No, I’m fine.”Thank fuck!Her voice was a soft stroke against all my senses.