Page 137 of The Billionaire's Secret

My pussy instantly clenches. Hell, why do these filthy insults from him resonate with that secret part of me?"Fuck you, Saint," I snarl.

"With pleasure Gigi, but first, your answer."

I swallow; a flush steals up my throat. Goddam him for forcing me to bare the part I hate to him. "After we met, I began to fantasize about you." I glower at him, "Once I realized the kind of kink you indulged in...it became worse. My dreams became steamier. Then I stumbled across that woman giving you head in your office...and..."

His breathing heightens, "It turned you on?"

I nod. "When she blew you, and you threw your head back, the chords of your neck stood out in relief, your beautiful chest bathed in sweat, as you gripped her hair and held her in place. You fucked her face and all I could think was... I am going to kill that bitch,” I swallow, then whisper, “and..."

"And?" His nostrils flare.

"And that I want that." I swallow.

His biceps bulge. This was turning him on even more, huh? I tilt my chin up, push my breasts into his chest.

"I knew then that I needed you. I yearned for you to break me, to make me forget about everything else, to force me to remember only the shape of your face, the fullness of your dick down my throat, the imprint of your fingers in my cunt as you made me come. The—"

He lowers his head, blots out the world, then closes his mouth over mine. He robs me of my breath, my words, my will to live without him. He simply takes it all from me. He fucking absorbs every last thought from me. In that moment, he makes me his. He flips me on my back, notches his dick at the entrance to my pussy, then cups the top of my head. Huh?

He plunges forward, burying himself to the hilt with such force that my entire body moves up. My head hits his palm—Huh.Even in the midst of passion, he remembers to stop me from hurting myself— That’s so unlike what I’ve come to expect from this complex male.

He tangles his tongue with mine, brings his other hand down to grip my butt. He slides his thumb into my back hole, pulls out and thrusts back inside of me. His balls slap against my tender flesh as he fills me. He impales me, fills me up, joins me to him with such intensity that tears spring to my eyes. The pressure radiates out from my core, up my body, toward my extremities. Every inch of my skin seems to flare with a strange iridescent glow. My scalp tingles, my toes curl, and I arch my back, knowing I am going to—

He releases my mouth, glares into my face, "Come for me, wife." His command rips through me, hurtling me up, up, over the edge. The pressure in my chest explodes out; flashes of white blind me.

When I come to, he’s poised in exactly the same position.

"Jesus," I croak.

"You do know that’s also the name Lennon gave one of his cats, right?"

"What?"

"Face it," he rubs his nose with mine. "Your hero, John L, was a cat lady in disguise."

A giggle bubbles up my throat, "I can’t believe you’re telling me this…now…when…" I glance down, "when you’re inside of me."

His dick lengthens, pushing against my inner walls. Another trembling spirals up from where he’s sheathed inside of me. "What the—?"

"You keeping count this time?" He tilts his hips and the head of his dick brushes against my cervix.

"Saint!’

"Gigi," he leans down and licks my lips. "Are you keeping count?"

"Of what?"

He pulls back, then pounds into me, and ohmigod, the climax crashes over me. I throw back my head and a keening cry emerges from my lips. Another shudder rolls over me, I pull back my shoulders, thrust my pelvis up as liquid heat pools between my legs.

"How many was that Gigi?"

"What?"

"How many orgasms so far?"

"Two?"

He clicks his tongue. "Let’s make that three."