Page 32 of My Ex’s Dad (Scandalous Billionaires #1)

Chapter sixteen

Amalphia

I ’ll never get enough of this man. Not after one orgasm, not after two or three or four. Not today, not tomorrow, not in all the weeks to come.

It’s a hard thing to give yourself up to someone after you’ve had some bad experiences.

I’m talking about me. I’ve been so worried about Warrick that I haven’t given much thought to my own past hurts.

I know they weren’t right, and that’s why they didn’t work out.

The fit wasn’t even close to perfect. Not like how it already is with Warrick.

If something happens, and this doesn’t work out, I know we’ll both survive because I believe we’ve both been burned to the point where we know what it is like to hurt, and we’ll do whatever we can to minimize that. Life will go on, but I just can’t imagine the world turning properly.

I guess that’s what it means to truly trust someone. You put yourself in their hands and have faith that they’ll be there to guide you through.

I’m putting that faith in Warrick right now.

He doesn’t know it, but my body is such a limp noodle that it’s hard to hold myself up. I need his hands on me to steady me. Without them, we might have a dick accident. I might slip and impale myself and cause real damage.

His big hands are calm and steady. He’s sure and strong, so much stronger than I am. Half of it is confidence, and the other half is straight-up crazy desire. This hasn’t been weeks coming. It’s been a lifetime .

I already have him at my entrance, but before I take him, I torture myself by rolling my hips forward and shifting his cockhead straight to my oversensitive clit. It’s like smashing an already obliterated button, but along with the sensitive shivers, a fresh heat shoots through me.

I guide his hands up to my breasts, thrilled when he circles my nipple and then pinches it. I cup my other breast, leaning forward so he can clamp his mouth around my nipple and suck.

I’ve always thought nipples were pretty grade-B-level enjoyment, but Warrick has a magic mouth.

Everything he touches turns to pleasure —white-hot electric bolts of pleasure that singe me from the inside out.

His teeth graze the underside of my boob as he licks a path from one to the other, and I feel it in my clit.

I arch back, trying to get him inside me without using my hands, but he’s so stiff that all I get is a long rub against his length. It’s rigid as a pole and even harder than before if that’s even possible.

That glide feels a lot like holy fuck, again, more, more, more, so I repeat it. Again and again, until Warrick grasps my face in his palms and drags me down to feast on my mouth the way he ate my pussy a few minutes ago.

His tongue is incredible, and he nibbles my lips. It’s not anything near a regular kiss, especially not with me chasing his mouth like I need his lips to be able to come again. I throw everything I have into the kiss, still grinding along his thick length.

I do have thoughts about how much it’s going to hurt when he finally gets all of it inside me, but it doesn’t freak me out. This is the one time I think not being able to walk properly when we’re done will be an excellent thing.

I keep dry-humping him like my life depends on it, though can it be classified as that when there’s not a single layer between us?

It’s more like wet humping since we’re both soaking.

He’s slick, and I’m doubly so. There are actual squelching noises going on, which sounds awful, but it’s actually not. It’s delicious.

As I roll my hips along the length of his dick, I moan against his lips over and over until it occurs to me that I could come again like this. The sweet pressure is already building inside me.

“Need you inside me,” I groan, still frantically kissing the shit out of him.

“I’m on board with that.”

I run my hand down his length, which redefines both long and girthy, getting him into position. That involves getting myself into position too.

He stops kissing me and brackets my face between his palms like I need the extra support. I don’t. I’m okay. But it’s sweet and tender, and it feels good having them there. When they sweep over to my hair and caress along my scalp, I practically purr.

He sweeps his palms down while I rise up on my knees. He cradles my breasts, rolling his thumbs over my nipples, and then he trails them down my stomach and takes up the same position I asked for before.

He half lifts me and helps me get on top of him because there’s no bending the magic meat pipe. I pretty much just have to climb right on top. It’s so hard that it won’t even angle properly into a slant. It’s just vertical from here on out.

It really helps that he’s strong and helping me defy gravity. I watch his biceps flex as he lifts me. He doesn’t drop me. That would probably be a disaster for both of us. Me as my pussy gets wrecked, and him as his dick probably bends at the wrong angle.

I sink down slowly at first but quickly give up on that plan.

I need him way too much for slow.

I take all of him like a fiend. A dick fiend.

He surges up, changing the angle so I don’t have to do all the work. I grasp his face, dig my fingers into his wonder beard again, and kiss him to stifle a scream. I love the way his beard rasps all over my face as he kisses me deeper and deeper.

He keeps me balanced, which leaves my hands free to explore his muscled shoulders.

He’s like a warm, living wall under my fingers.

The skin doesn’t feel any different being inked.

I thought it might, but it just feels like warm, soft silk.

I trail my fingers up his neck and bury them under the beard, and then down, brushing over his nipple before going back up.

He makes a feral nose into my mouth, and when his tongue strokes mine, his cock kicks in time.

I thought he was big before he was inside me, but I’m getting a brand new crash course on sensation. I ride his meat stick like I’m a witch, and it’s a full moon, broom-riding kind of night, but I happened to misplace my favorite ride.

My hips are doing plenty, grinding and rocking back and forth and pretty much inventing a new sexy dance. But a single flex of his hips sends me spiraling through alternate universes where I have pleasure buttons inside me that I didn’t know existed.

I’m stretched so full that it borderline hurts, but I’d say he’s a perfect fit. We’re a perfect fit. I didn’t have to contort myself to get him in. Then again, I was lady bonering so hard to have him inside me that I would have died if I hadn’t been able to get on his cock exactly when I did.

I have to come up for air, but I use all my breath to mutter dirty things in Warrick’s ear.

“You’re better than any fridge alien. I love your sexy sausage.

You’re the most delicious snack in the entire planet.

You taste like fucking heaven, and you feel like the most decadent sin.

I want to ride you until my pussy starts to chafe.

In case you didn’t know, I’m really enjoying your dick.

If you want to spank me a little, you can.

You can actually do anything you want to my ass.

And all my other parts too. I’m thinking about doing insanely dirty things to you right now.

Most of them have to do with your muscles, your cock, your mouth, and your rock-hard butt cheeks.

I think I’d like to bite you in every one of those spots.

” Eventually, my words just devolve into heavy breaths and a whole lot of, “fuck, fuck yes, fuck me, please, yes, yes. YES.”

He does something with his cock while he braces me and stares quite intensely right into my eyes, which has my whole body going into a tremble. Trembling hot. Trembling cold. Trembling tight. Trembling coiling.

My nipples are so hard that they could be used as lethal weapons, and I’m throbbing so far up that my ovaries are practically causing seismographic waves in my stomach. I’m clenching all over his cock without even trying to make it happen.

I’m trying to focus on War to see if he’s close, but it’s hard. It’s so freaking hard when my eyes don’t want to open, and all of me wants to clench and bear down and keep rocking and writhing all over him. All of me wants more, more, more.

“I think I’m going to come,” I whimper, surging forward to bite his shoulder. Not hard, but the taste of him, salty and manly, flooding my mouth, does magic things to my clit as though his fingers had just strayed to it and pinched it.

“Me too,” he groans.

Thank. Fuck. Thank all the fucks ever.

I was so clam jammed, or maybe my clamming was just so jamming, that my ovaries have been on borderline spontaneous climax mode ever since I shucked off my green hairy pants.

“Inside or out?”

I have no idea what that means. “Everywhere?”

“Should I come inside you? Or…”

I have one brain cell left to consider that. I trust my birth control as it pretty much works ironclad with my body.

But I want this to be just right for him too.

“Whatever you’d like will be magic. Surprise me.”

Warrick’s cock is so perfect. He’s amazing, he’s great, and he’s wonderful.

He gets me. He doesn’t move away or start jackhammering my pussy into dust just because I said I’m close.

He lets me show him what I need. My body knows what it wants, and my hips make it happen.

He was thrusting a little before, and he doesn’t change the tempo now.

I’m the one who leans forward to grind my clit against his pelvis.

I send myself higher and higher while I fall. I’m going to do the supernova for real. Again. Just bam, explode into sexy dust particles like I just read about in the book. Fridge alien triple-headed cocks have nothing on War. His dick is pure magic, just as it is.

I pretty much shake myself right in half when I come. It bursts over me, so much stronger than the last orgasm. It’s longer, too, sharper before tapering off into the real pleasure.

I come so hard that I feel it in my toes and my teeth. Probably my hair follicles and my fingernails too.

War doesn’t do the caveman roar when he comes. He just sighs like he suddenly understands what the truest kind of pleasure feels like, wraps his arms around me, and holds me close while he pumps a few more times inside and then goes still, flooding me with warmth.

We cling to each other, upright and bound together, sticky and hot, sweaty and wet. I can smell myself. I can smell him too. My pussy should have taken enough punishment, but I throb around War again. He must have a magic peen because he’s somehow still hard.

I open my eyes, dizzy and languid like certain cheeses—one particle away from being rubbery. I’m tired, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more alive. I’ve never been buzzed like this. Sex brain chemicals are awesome .

I know we’re not really trying to set some kind of record here, but in a few minutes, I could probably handle one more climax before I’m annihilated.

The triple threat.

I almost giggle but bite down on my lip until the urge passes.

War clearly notices. When my vision finally clears enough to take in his face, I notice he looks decidedly amused.

“Were you thinking about hot alien smut?” he asks.

“I was, but only because I thought you were so much better. You don’t need three dicks to be a god in the sack, War. My pussy is incredibly happy. She gives you five out of five stars. Would definitely sit on your sexy sausage again.”

We keep a straight face for all of point eight of a second before we both laugh.

“Should we shower? Get dressed? Watch a movie?” War asks, pushing my curls behind my ear and nibbling at the lobe.

“Yeah,” I respond lazily, arching into him and wriggling my ass temptingly. “Right after you wrestle me onto my back and show me just how much fun vanilla sex can be.”