Page 31 of My Ex’s Dad (Scandalous Billionaires #1)

She sits back and lets me look. She swallows slowly, and then she locks her legs around my hips and does a crazy barrel roll that would have any martial arts student salivating jealously.

She doesn’t quite manage to get me flipped over or even a quarter of the way on her own.

I know what she wants, and I roll with her, so I’m on top.

Her hips rise up, chasing more, craving more, and I let her grind against me while I claim her mouth.

My sweats do nothing to reshape the outline of my dick, and she finds it, grinding down the length of me until my balls are set to explode and my nipples are so hard that they practically turn themselves inside out.

“Is this okay?” she whimpers as she nibbles the corner of my lips.

“Okay is such a terrible word,” I growl. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

That might sound cheesier than a cheese shop, but I mean it with far more than just my body.

I mean it with my heart and soul too. Those were the parts of me Amalphia touched and saw before anything else.

The hardest parts to get to, the ones I buried so deep, seemed to be the easiest for her to see, unearth, and hold in the palms of her hands like they were treasures.

The way she smiles up at me nearly makes me fall over. My arm muscles shake, making my tattoos jump around strangely.

“I love your ink,” she says, tilting her head to the side and licking a path along my forearm.

My dick threatens to explode on the spot, kicking so hard in my sweats that the thing practically tears.

Do you know what a feat that would be? These are good quality sweats.

While I know most people think if you’re wearing them, you’ve given up on life, I like to wear soft, malleable, well-constructed workout clothing, and I choose them with care.

She kisses the spot where she just dragged her hot tongue, and then she looks up at me, her eyes sparkling, a soft, smirky smile playing at her lips that makes my balls turn into twin bowling balls.

“Can I take your shirt off?”

I arch up and pull it over my head as her eyes sweep over me with full longing.

I let her drink her fill. All my tattoos are realistic.

Mostly, they’re classic cars, but the one on my back is a ship and lighthouse deal because it just seemed so classic that I couldn’t not get it.

I got them all from a world-class artist in New York City.

I’ve turned just about every business trip there into a multitasking effort.

“Holy banana balls,” she wheezes. “My goodness, those are incredible.”

She grasps me around my hips with her knees and shimmies up so she can get her hands and lips on my shoulders, pecs, and chest.

I forget how to breathe, and when the air finally slams back into my lungs, my dick twitches so violently that Amalphia gasps and wriggles against me. She’s so hot that I can feel her burning through my sweats.

She kisses my pecs and sucks one of my nipples, rolling her tongue over the bud. My balls practically fly right into my throat like twin acrobats, which cuts off my oxygen again. My brain and my dick both protest in completely different ways.

She grasps my beard with both hands and drags my face down to hers.

She kisses me and grinds against me in tandem until my dick is in serious danger of being so hard that it could do permanent damage.

It’s making faces, and it’s going to get stuck like that—the age-old childhood adage.

But with my cock. And probably my balls too.

Her nails dig so hard into my beard that I can feel them in my chin and neck.

She eats my lips like I’m the snack and her alien fridge all combined together, and she whimpers and moans out syllables that sound like my name.

I never was a fan of kissing until Amalphia.

Her lips are better than anything in the world.

Kissing her gets me even more excited and so rowdy that my brain sits up and begs like I’m going to program my robot dog to do.

It’s not like I need any further stimulation, but the ferocity with which she’s going to town on my mouth generates all sorts of spontaneous images.

I want to bury my tongue in her pussy and lap up her sweetness. I want to spread her apart and eat her until she’s bellowing my name so loud that the walls shake.

I tear my mouth away, grasp her, and spin her around again. “Want you on my face,” I pant. “Want you riding the shit out of my tongue.”

“Fuck, yes!” She scrambles up, nimble as hell.

She doesn’t mount me the way I expect. Instead, she turns around and reverses onto me. I grasp her thighs while I try to keep my brain from liquifying out of my eyes and my junk from going full-on volcano.

She spreads her legs, and I curl my hands around her trembling thighs. She’s still hovering a few inches above my face. I close my eyes so I can hold out and bring my hand between us to stroke her instead. I run my thumb along her crease, smearing her wetness up to her clit.

She gasps and sits down hard, which makes the blood pound my dick even harder. She rides my mouth, jerking up and off of me such that I can barely get my tongue where I want it. One taste of her, and I’m finished, but I haven’t had her properly.

I wrap my hands around her waist. “You okay if I slam you down on my face and feast on you until you’re so far gone that you don’t even know your own name?”

“Oh my fucking god, yes! Of course I’m okay with that! But just…hold on.” She wriggles forward, bending in half and shoving her feet into the headboard. I scooch down on instinct, chasing the world’s sweetest pussy.

I don’t realize what she’s doing until she does it. She lifts the waistband of my sweats and shoves them down, and then, she thrusts her hands into my boxers and strokes my cock.

I ram three quick breaths into my lungs. Her hand is like the surface of the sun wrapping around my shaft.

“Amalphia?” I rasp.

Her response is to take my cock into her mouth so fucking deep that I just about ram the back of her throat. She grinds her hips into my face at the same time, whimpering loudly.

I fix my mouth to her seam, lick along every inch of her, and swallow down her sweet spice.

She jerks against my face, gasping in pleasure.

She rides me, and I don’t guide her. I like her wild like this, setting the pace.

I’m also basically paralyzed by what she’s doing to my cock.

She works me with her hand while she licks my head like it’s her new favorite candy.

She hums, running her tongue along the sensitive slit of my cock, bobbing her head, and sucking me so violently that I’m not going to last past three more sweeps of her tongue if she keeps doing that.

She’s gone in straight for the kill, and I have to do something to save my manhood here. I plunge my tongue inside her, thrusting it again and again before I tear away and find her clit and punish her magic button until her legs clamp so tightly around my face that it goes half numb.

“Oh my god, War, yes. Please. Mmmmm.”

The last word vibrates down my shaft as she takes all of me with pure abandon.

There’s no way I can hold out. My legs are shaking, and my balls are numb. I can feel the pleasure shooting through all my muscles and tightening at the base of my dick.

“Amalphia. Stop.” I try to lift her off me. She obeys instantly, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Because you need to stop, because you don’t like it, or because you’re going to come?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not going to last if…if…I just need a minute.”

“What if I give you a minute, and I keep riding your face, and then when I’m about to shatter, I take you back into my mouth so you can do the same?”

“That’s…I…you don’t have to do that.”

She giggles. “Oof, War. Is it hot for you to have me come on your face? Would you like to have your tongue inside me, feeling my walls clench around you while I soak your mouth and beard with my juices?”

Holy. Fuck.

“Yes.” I’m going to black out, but I have to get that word out.

“Would you think it’s gross?”

“Fuck, no. No way. I’d love that.”

“It’s the same for me. I want to taste you. I want you to lose yourself in me, and I want to give you so much pleasure that you can’t help yourself.”

She arches back against me, giving me all of her sweet, tight heat. I lick her and feast on her while I get my hand up and stroke her soaked clit with my index finger. She’s so slippery that she glides over my face, working me as hard as I’m working her.

“Oh my god.” She writhes harder, her legs shaking beside my head. “War, yes. Please. I love how your tongue feels inside me. I can’t wait until it’s your cock stretching me. You’re so big.” She folds herself forward again, gripping me in her scorching palm. “You have a beautiful dick.”

She reaches between us and replaces my hand with hers. She sweeps her fingers through her wetness, coating them, and then brushes them down my dick. I’m soaked and just as slippery as she is. She wraps her mouth around my head, humming as she tastes us together.

She spread her legs so far apart that they shake violently. She leans as far forward as she can, such that her hard nipples scrape against my abs.

She hollows her cheeks, doing something with her mouth that I didn’t even know was possible. I’m right there on the ledge again, and the pain of holding myself back, combined with the pleasure she’s giving me, turns me into a beast. I attack her with my tongue, lashing and sucking on her clit.

I know I said I wanted her coming on my tongue, but I’m desperate. I can feel how close she is, and I need to send her over the edge so I don’t come first. She wanted to do this together, and I want to give her that more than anything.

I coat two fingers in her slick wetness and then thrust them inside her while I press on her clit with my tongue. I thrust my fingers inside her, and even before I hook them at the end, I can feel her walls clenching around me.

“War, War….oh. Oh !”

“I’m going to come,” I warn her.

I still half expect her to pull back and change her mind, which would be more than fine and still ridiculously hot, but she doubles her efforts, taking me deep and pumping me with her hand.

I can’t hold back. I come hard, exploding as she whimpers and writhes and soaks my face while she finds her own climax.

I try to be still and try not to roar out like a wild beast, but she’s not the least bit worried, thrashing and chasing the pleasure without a hint of embarrassment while my cock kicks in her mouth.

She rides out her pleasure, giving me the same until I stop shaking.

My brain has just about been obliterated, so when she pulls away and turns around, I’m swimming through a haze of pleasure. I can barely see straight, let alone process what she’s doing.

“War?”

I blink hard, clearing away the supernovas that are whitening out my vision. She smiles at me, blissed out, galaxies swimming in her own blown-out eyes. Her curls are wild around her face, a crazy halo that is absolute perfection.

“Amalphia, I—”

“Want to be inside me?” One saucy quirk of her eyebrow punctuates that suggestion. “Funny, I was going to say the same thing. Do you need a minute?”

She’s straddling my waist, but I can feel how hard I am. See? I knew there had to be some truth to the saying about things getting stuck like that. This is more than worth the risk of permanent damage.

“I don’t. I don’t need a minute.”

“That’s good.” She brushes her knuckles over my cheek and then presses the pad of her thumb into my bottom lip. I brush my thumb over her finger, licking her and watching as her lids flutter close at the sensation. “That’s good because if I don’t have you inside me right now, I’m going to combust.”

She shimmies down. Way down. I forget I am still trapped in my clothes until she pulls my sweats off and helps me shed my boxers.

My cock stands up like a horseshoe pole. But, uh, not as thin. Though definitely as hard as iron or whatever they use. Yeah, that’s an apt comparison.

“War?”

I flick my eyes straight back up to Amalphia’s face.

She smiles softly at me. “I’m on the pill. Are you still okay with this?”

I most definitely don’t have a problem with it. My dick literally sways, and we both watch it kick as I think about being inside her bare.

“I’m okay. More than,” I murmur.

She takes me in her hand, positions herself above me, and guides my cockhead to her entrance. Then, she lets go, flattens both palms to my inked chest, and takes a breath.

“I’ll try to behave, but fair warning, I’m probably going to fuck the shit out of you. Even though you’re freaking supersized in the dick department, I don’t want to go slow. I want you. I want you badly . Just…if I start wrecking myself, hold on to me?”

Holy. Fucking. God.

I take both my hands in hers. “I’ll do anything you want.”

She wriggles her brows playfully at me. “Don’t say that. The night is half gone, but I can keep you here all day. Is dying of too many orgasms a thing? I don’t want to actually kill you.”

It’s official. This is how I’ll die.

Wait…

My dick has utterly taken over my brain and the rest of my body too. I’m just one giant sausage at this point.

My lack of functioning brain cells doesn’t stop me from clutching Amalphia’s waist in a firm grasp when she guides my hands there to support her.

“If it’s a thing, then I’ll die a happy man,” I tell her, grinning like a total freaking loon for the first time ever, completely falling out of my body, out of my head, and out of any moment but this one, and losing myself in her.