Page 41 of Contract of a Billionaire

His grip tightened on my hair.

“Fuck, Autumn.” His tortured groan vibrated through me. I rubbed my thighs together trying to relieve the throbbing ache. I started moving and it was then that Alessio lost all control. He wrapped my hair around his fist and held my head in place as he rammed in and out of my mouth. Hard and fast.

His shoulders were rigid. The lines of his face tense. And I watched, mesmerized by the lust in his eyes as he kept thrusting in and out of my mouth. Tingles covered my spine, and wetness trickled down my inner thighs.

“That mouth is mine.” He thrust in all the way. “You’re not allowed to use those lips on anyone else. Understood?”

I nodded, my fingers buzzing with the need to touch myself and alleviate the ache between my legs. But I didn’t. Because this was for Alessio.

I licked and sucked, settling into his rhythm. I flattened my tongue and lapped at him like it was the last thing I would do in my life. He slid all the way down my throat again.

“Fuck.” His groan vibrated through his penthouse and I hummed with satisfaction. “You’re such a good little toy,” he praised and the ache deepened. “I can smell your wet pussy, hungry for my cock.”

God, I could come just from his filthy words.

Our gazes locked, my eyes watered from taking him in so deep. The ache between my thighs was unbearable and I finally gave into the temptation. I slid my hand between my legs and brushed my fingers over my drenched clit. Then I applied the firm pressure against my clit and grinding against my hand.

I moaned, the sound muffled with his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. His half-lidded gaze was locked on me and his breaths came out heavy. Pleasure coiled higher and tighter with each passing second until Alessio abruptly pulled my head away from him.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What-”

Before I could finish the sentence, he picked me up and pushed me against the window, the entirety of Montréal stretching in front of us.

“I’m going to come with my cock buried deep inside your pussy,” he rasped, his mouth hot against my ear. Rough. Demanding.

The glass cooled my heated skin, but it did nothing to ease this blaze inside me. Then he was inside me in one hard thrust, I screamed his name.

He stilled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Did I hurt you?”

My pussy clenched around him as he filled me to the hilt. The stretching sensation stung but felt so good. Despite our difference in sizes, we fit perfectly. He was so deep inside me, I could feel him in my stomach.

“It feels so good,” I breathed. “I want more.”

His fingers savagely gripped me by my hips and he pulled out slowly, only to pound into me hard.

“Your tight cunt is choking my cock,” he rasped. “So fucking greedy.”

Another thrust, and I soaked in every jerk of his hips with moans and incoherent whimpers of his name. My palms pressed against the glass and my breathing hard, fogging the window, I stared at the city as he fucked me.

Savagely. Brutally. Consuming.

“Alessandro,” I begged. “Oh. My. God.”

Our eyes met in the faint glass. It was surreal, barely visible. But it was there nonetheless. As he fucked me deep and hard, my cries filling every corner of his penthouse, I watched his face in the glass.

Possessive expression.

“I’m fucking you,” he growled. “Not God. You scream my name.”

And I did. His fingers dug into my hips, his length stretched my inner muscles as I took him deeper and harder. My nipples scraped against the cool glass and I watched his expression unravel for me in the glass through my half-lidded eyes.

Harsh breaths. Needy whimpers. Flesh slapping against flesh.

The slickness of his cock thrusting inside me.

“You take me so good,” he praised, his brutal thrusts making it hard to process his words. “Your pussy was made for me. Just for me.”

My gasping breaths fogged the window and my eyes closed as Alessio pounded me brutally. I was reaching higher and higher toward pleasure only he could give me.