Page 29 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

"Uh-huh." I rub my fingers against his bulge and squeeze gently.

"Maybe." He grunts, and I suddenly feel empowered.

I reach over, pull his briefs down, and watch as his cock springs free.

I bend over, look into his eyes, and then take him to my mouth.

His eyes widen as he grabs my hair, and before I know what's happening, I'm sucking him like my life depends on it.

It's salty and hard, and I'm so turned on that I don't even know what's happening.

Then I feel his hand on my ass, running his fingers between my ass crack and lazily playing with my clit.

I move my head up and down even further, taking him deep into my mouth.

He thrusts slightly, going even deeper, and I almost gag as I realize just how large he really is.

Then he inserts two fingers inside of me, and I almost fall on top of him.

I bob faster and faster as he fingers me, and he thrusts one final time right before his body stills, and his cock erupts, exploding in my mouth.

I swallow his liquid eagerly and am rewarded with him fingering me faster as his thumb rubs my clit, and I orgasm hard and fast before collapsing on top of him.

I can barely breathe as he repositions me next to him, his eyes full of desire as he holds me close.

"Well, who knew that you could suck cock like that?" He grunts as he touches the side of my face and kisses my lips. "Men would go to war for head like that."

"You really have a way with words, don't you, Wes?" I shake my head, but I can't help but laugh. "You can thank an article I read in Vogue a few months ago." I grin. "I guess the tips were spot on."

"Indeed, they were." He licks his lips. "So, I take it you're going to tell Erica the date is off?"

"Because I gave you head?" I shake my head. "Nope."

"Sabrina." He looks pissed.

"Yes, Wes?"

"You're not going on a date next week." His phone starts ringing, and I watch as he grabs it from his pants and looks at the screen.

"Another random-ass call." He sounds annoyed as he puts the phone down and then looks back at me.

"You know that we're not a one-and-done, right?

I think it's obvious that neither one of us wants that. "

"I don't know what you want, but I'm not going to be some sort of paid-for sex toy." I shake my head. "We haven't even been on an official date."

"Is that your way of asking me?" He grins, and I roll my eyes.

"No, it's not." I run my fingers down his chest. "This is fun, yes, but you and me, we're just not looking for the same thing. You already said that you?—"

"Sabrina, for once, will you stop assuming what I do or don't want?

" He sighs and grabs my hands. "Maybe I just want us to have fun.

Is there anything wrong with that?" He reaches down and idly plays with my breasts.

"I find you very attractive, Sabrina. Is it so wrong for me to want to explore with you? "

"No..." I swallow hard as he reaches down and rubs me gently again.

I feel myself growing wet, and I reach over and gently touch his cock, which is already hardening again.

"I guess not." I lean forward and kiss him, and he pulls my body toward him, positioning his cock between my legs and moving his hips as he runs his hands down my back.

My breasts crush against his chest, and he cradles my face and kisses me.

I kiss him back, loving the feel of his body against mine, and then there's a knock on the door.

"Sabrina, you there? It's Brandon. Am I early?"

"Just a moment," I say, my eyes widening as Wes cocks his head to the side and shakes his head. A wicked smile spreads across his face as I still.

"The door’s locked," Brandon says. "Can you open it?"

"Yeah, just a..." I cry out as Wes raises my leg and slides into me. "Ooooh." I squeeze his shoulder as he stops, deep inside of me. "Wes," I hiss at him.

"Yes?" he asks innocently.

"Are you okay, Sabrina?" Brandon calls out. "I can't hear you. Do you want me to get an RA to open the door?"

"No," I cry out quickly as Wes starts moving again, his cock sliding in and out of me with increasing urgency.

"Just give me a sec," I say. "I'm changing.

" I moan into Wes's shoulder and bite down as he pounds into me.

This is not love making. This is raw, primal fucking, and I love it.

“Oh, shit." I cry out as his cock enters me and fills me up.

His breathing is labored, and I can feel his eyes on my breasts as they bounce back and forth.

"Come for me," he commands as he reaches down and plays with my clit, and even though I don't want to do as he says, I feel myself coming hard and fast on his cock as he continues to thrust. "Yes, baby," he grunts as he increases his pace and then explodes inside of me.

He falls on top of me and kisses the side of my face.

“Being inside of you is the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life," he whispers in my ear. "The very best."

"Wes...I don't even know what to say." I lick my lips as I push away from him. "My friend is right outside the door. What...what if he heard me?"

"I hope he did." He smirks. "I hope he heard me destroying that pussy.

" His eyes shine as he leans down and sucks on my lower lip.

"You can open the door and send him away.

" He chuckles. "Feel free to tell him that you're tired from my cock filling you up.

" He strokes the side of my face. "I can still feel your pussy lips squeezing every last drop out of me. " He grunts, and I blush.

"Wes." I swallow hard. "You can't just keep coming inside of me. There are risks, you know. Even if I'm on birth control."

"I'd marry you if you got pregnant," he says and kisses me. "You could be a housewife, and?—"

"No." I freeze. Is that how the conversation had gone between my parents?

"Sabrina?" Brandon knocks on the door again. "Are you coming?"

"She's busy," Wes shouts out, and I watch as he gets out of bed and walks over to the door, naked.

"What are you doing?" I hiss and freeze as he opens the door. In the nude.

"Hi, I'm sorry, but Sabrina is busy right now," he says to a flabbergasted Brandon, who's standing there on the other side of the door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Wes turns to look back at me with a look and then back to Brandon.

"She's in bed, tired from our recent activity.

" He smirks. "But I'll make sure that I get her strength up.

Is there anything you need to say that is important? "

"I, uh. No," Brandon stutters, and I watch as he backs away, and then Wes slams the door shut and locks it again.

"That takes care of that." Wes heads back over to the bed and takes a seat. "Where were we?"

"You can't just do that!"

"I can, and I did." He looks around the room. "Where will you live when you graduate?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"Well, I have an idea." He smiles and touches the side of my face. He frowns as his phone rings again and stares at the screen. "What the hell?"

"What?" I ask, my heart racing slightly.

"I have ten voicemails and a hundred texts." He goes to put his phone down again, but it rings again. "Hold on, let me answer this and see what's going on."

"Okay." I nod, but my heart sinks. I have a feeling that a lot more women are interested in the ad than I thought there would be. I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this one. I have no idea what I’m doing, period.

I told myself that I wasn't going to sleep with him again. But here I am, in my bed, naked, his dried sperm on my inner thigh, and he’s sitting on my bed, naked, looking at me like he very much wants to go again.

All I know is that I don't want to end up like my mom.

I don't want to end up with a man who doesn't really want me and then will feel trapped.

I don't want his attraction and sexual desire for me to lead us into a bad situation.

Because I know that all I am to Wes is a new sex partner.