Page 62 of The Billionaire Who Hated Me (Until He Loved Me)

I release her hands.Before she can move, I grab her around the waist and flip her over, so that her belly is against the polished mahogany ledge, her ass is lifted, and those ridiculous heels are dangling above the colorful tile.

I place one hand on the small of her back to hold her in place, then snag the condom from the front pocket of my pants and open the packet with my teeth.I unzip my fly, shove the suit trousers down my thighs, and roll it on.

“I wanted to put that on you,” she complains.Her cheek is pressed to the felt.She’s really panting now.

“Next time.”

I shove her skirt up over her hips and let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan.For such a slim woman, she’s got an ass that makes a statement.Next, I rip off a pair of panties made of nothing but a strip of light green lace.

The mounds of her ass are creamy and flawless.The pussy peeking out from between her thighs is one for the record books.Delicate.Pink and puffy.I can see how aroused she is.I inhale the unmistakable scent of a woman who’s ready to be ravished.

Slowly, so slowly, I slip my middle finger inside her.I watch the wet flesh suck me in.I slip in a second finger and move slowly, in and out of her slit.

“Oh!”It’s a brief squeal of delight.

“I apologize in advance, Victoria.”

“Forwhat?”

I think I’ve worked the poor girl into a frenzy.Good.

“I apologize for taking you rough this first time.”

She moans.

“For the pool table.”

She gasps.

“For how big my dick is.”

She tries to look over her shoulder to get a peek, but I press my hand to her upper back and don’t let her.

“Shut up and fuck me, Cal!”

I’m overly responsible.Not stupid.

I spread her thighs.I pull her into place and line up my throbbing dick to her pussy.She’s tiny.I don’t know how she’s going to handle all of this.I slip it in just an inch and watch her spread open for me.

She sucks air.“Wow.You really are—”

I slide my dick in just a few inches more.Her body shudders, and she lets out a low groan of satisfaction.“Please, Cal.”

Holy fuck—this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.I’m losing my mind.All I want to do is shove all of my dick up in her.I go another inch.

“All of it!”

I drive it home.Her body scooches a little bit from the edge of the table, so I position her into place again, her pussy at just the right height, her hips and belly pressed against the curved mahogany, her shoes dangling.She has no foothold.No control.And I don’t want her to.Not this first time.

It’s perfect.All of it.How she’s gripping me.How she’s grunting with each thrust of my dick.How she’s losing her train of thought as she begs me, tells me to go faster, and reaches back blindly to ease me off, only to be followed by her slamming her ass back on my dick again.

I pull out of her, grab her hips, and gently flip her onto her back.She looks at me with wide eyes.A wider smile.And then she starts laughing.Laughinghard.

I start laughing too.

I think we’re laughing because it’s already apparent we’ve found an activity in which we’re equally matched.Business negotiations?Her skills are far superior to mine.Horseback riding?The girl needs some work.But sex?

Oh,hellyes.