Page 26 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire

He cupped my cheek and made me look at him. “I’ll make you feel good. That’s all I want. No embarrassment. No shame. Understood?”

A choked laugh escaped me. “Far cry from a ménage à trois, huh?”

He scooped me up and laid me down on the bed. “Fuck your ménage à trois. You’re mine. Understood?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He spread my legs and smiled darkly as he kissed my ankle, then skimmed his way up my inner thighs. My knees fell open, widening, leaving me completely open for him. His face lingered over my pussy, inhaling deeply. His eyes closed, bliss crossing his face.

“You taste just the way you smell,” he murmured darkly. “Like apples. All mine.”

The air crackled between us. My erratic breathing filled the space and my body quivered from the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes. This man was a god, but with the way he watched me, you’d think I was a goddess.

He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue stroking every corner of my mouth. My legs parted wider, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my hot entrance. The head of his cock dipped into me, barely the tip. My hips arched, my pussy clenching to feel him inside me.

My head fell against the pillows and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“God, that feels so good,” I rasped, opening my eyes to find his gaze locked to where our bodies almost joined. The fire in his gaze was enough to turn us both to ash. He slid in deeper and deeper, and we both groaned at the sensation.

“You’re so tight.”

“You’re so big,” I whimpered. He brought his hand to my breast and cupped it before pulling almost completely out, only to thrust back in. “Ohhh—” He thrust again. This time, he plunged deeper and harder, filling me.

Both of our mouths fell open. I could feel his throbbing shaft so deep inside me, making my insides tremble.

“So fucking good,” he ground out, thrusting in again. In and out. In and out. My eyes rolled back in my head, my spine arching off the bed.

I froze. “Byron,” I said, panic lacing my voice. He stilled, his eyes finding mine, worry in his blue gaze. “Condom.”

He blinked, then blinked again. “Fuck.” He shook his head as if to clear the fog in his brain. The very same one that filled every part of me. “I never forget,” he muttered, almost as if he were speaking to himself. Then his gaze found mine—filled with something soft and dark—followed by his lips. The kiss was soft, without any reservations. Lazy and sweet. Like I was already his. He pulled away, barely an inch, with a long, deep lick. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m clean.”

I swallowed, my heart warming up in an unusual way for a man I’d just met. Yet, it felt right. Like he was the one. It felt like just the way Dad described his love for Mom.

“I forgot myself too,” I murmured. No sense in beating ourselves up. He hadn’t finished inside me. “I’m clean too. I got checked after—”

He cut me off with a kiss. “I trust you.”

Funny thing was… I trusted him too. “Please tell me you have a condom,” I choked out, my voice a needy whimper.

He slid out of me, cum—or maybe my juices—smeared all over his cock. I ached for him to be inside me already. He got up and grabbed his wallet, pulled a condom out, then threw it back on the nightstand. He handed it to me.

“Put it on me.”

I licked my lips, my heart beating so hard I feared it’d crack my ribs. The crackle of the foil filled the room as I opened the package. I sat up, leaning over kissing him softly as I rolled the condom on. Then I pushed him onto his back and straddled his large body.

He pulled me closer, dragging my face to his. His blues captivated me, tempting me. Just a look into his eyes and I could get lost forever.

“You want to fuck me?” His mouth brushed against mine.

“You have no idea how much,” I repeated, his earlier words echoing around us.

“Then fuck me.” He smirked, giving me a slow, sexy smile. “I’ll fuck you when you’re warmed up.”

I smiled against his mouth. “Promise?”

“On my honor.” He slapped my ass lightly. “Now ride my cock, Madeline.”

It’d seem I was back to being a good girl since he called me Madeline. He took my mouth in a desperate kiss. His big hands grabbed my hips, and I could feel his cock at my entrance. He guided me down, his thick cock filling me up, then without a warning slammed me the rest of the way.