Page 40 of Contract of a Billionaire

His suit jacket. Tie. Shirt. Belt.

My fingers trembled as I fumbled to unbutton his pants.

The sound of the zipper mixed with our shallow breathing. The dress pooled around my feet. Alessio’s gaze roamed over my body, the molten silver of his eyes setting every molecule in my body aflame.

But Alessio’s body was a sight to behold. With the light pouring from every window of the penthouse, he looked like a god of war. His broad, muscled shoulders marked with ink that his sophisticated suits usually hid. Those sculpted abs and a sexy V-cut.

My mouth dried at the sight of Alessio’s long, hard, thick cock. I swept my tongue over my lips, wetting them. The anticipation of what was to come drummed inside me. I knew how he felt now and it only heightened this need pulsing between my thighs.

“Soft or hard?” I blinked in confusion. His gaze smoldered with so much heat, it seared through me. “Do you want to be fucked soft and slow or hard and fast?”

The dark purr of his voice promised both would be pleasurable. And there was something so damn hot about him letting me choose. I wanted it all. Hard. Slow. Fast.

I wanted to experience it all. Only with him.

His fingers glided over my collar bone, his touch soft, yet rough. Down my breasts and a shiver rolled through me, as lust blazed through me. He went lower and lower, until his finger brushed over my damp panties.

“Hard,” I moaned.

He tore my underwear off with one tug, then his mouth latched onto my neck. I gasped and tilted my head, my fingers gripping his hair. His palm ran to my ribs, spanning my waist. His lips ran up my neck, teeth nipping my jaw before he came to my mouth.

He was unraveling me with his simple touch. I wanted to do the same to him. He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard. Wet and messy. Wild and rough. That was who Alessandro Russo was.

And I fucking loved it. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to see him unravel for me and an idea sparked in my brain. I gently nudged him away. He stopped immediately, his chest rising and falling and his labored breathing matching mine.

“You okay?” The note of concern in his voice had warmth spilling into my chest.

My hands slid downward his abs, every single muscle of his tightening under my touch. Touching Alessio was a carnal sin all of its own. His smooth skin warm under my fingertips, tempting me to taste him.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “I- I want to do something.”

The insinuation was thick in the air, the meaning unmistakable as my fingers curled around his hard length. His gaze flicked to my face, the scent of him seeping into my lungs. It was enough to intoxicate me.

“You don’t have to.” His eyes darkened, reminding me of clouds right before a violent storm. It was thrilling, exhilarating, tempting to get lost in it. The air around us shifted into something thicker, heavier, more condensed and my heart thundered so hard, I feared it would leap out of my chest.

“I want to.”

Before he could protest, not that he looked like he wanted to, I sank onto my knees before him and his gaze swam with turmoil and tension that radiated from every single inch of him.

“Have you done this before?” he asked through clenched teeth, his voice rough. His control tethered and it made me feel like a seductive temptress.

My lips curved. “I didn’t say I was a saint,” I murmured, watching his hard length already thick and dripping with pre-cum. My palms came to his thighs, my fingers curling with anticipation. I wanted to make him feel good. Yes, I’d done this before but never with someone like Alessio.

Nobody compared to Alessio.

His fingers fisted my hair and he tugged on them so tightly, my scalp burned. Fuck, even that felt good with him. With his free hand, he stroked his cock once, twice and my mouth watered.

This man was made for sex.

“Look at me,” he demanded, forcing my face up. The heat of his gaze promised retribution to anyone who I dared give a blow job before. “I want their names,” he gritted.

“No.” My lips parted. “Are you going to fuck my mouth or are we going to talk?”

His gaze burned, his control slipping, and I fucking loved it. This could be my ultimate kryptonite. Seeing him unravel for me. He ran the crown of his cock over my lips and my tongue darted out to lick him, tasting his precum on my lips.

Heat blossomed between my clenching thighs and I could feel wetness slicking my skin.

I parted my mouth and slowly took him down my throat. Our gazes held as I took him deeper, pausing every few seconds to adjust. I could feel his muscles trembling under my palm and his control slowly shredding with each inch he thrust deeper into my throat.