Page 44 of The Elusive Billionaire

“Now, Sav. Come on my face. Let me taste you.”

He slips his finger into my ass, and I’m done.

We come in a violent torrent of groans, screams, and shaking muscles. Hot cum slides down my throat, but I’m too lost to my own orgasm to swallow properly.

Grey doesn’t relent either. He sucks, nibbles, and fucks until I know he’s going to drag a second, more devastating orgasm out of me.

At some point, I forgot how to breathe, and all I can do is soak up the sensations.

His cock, still hard, slips from my mouth, yet he continues plunging his fingers into me while pressing on my back and flicking my clit with his tongue.

“Grey,” I scream loudly enough for the roof to cave in around us. “Please.”

“Closer.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“But not good enough. I want you to beg me, Sav. Beg for my cock.”

If I do, I lose.

But is it really losing if I get a mind-numbing orgasm out of it?

I’ve lost the ability to think clearly. Somewhere, just out of grasp, I know there’s a reason I shouldn’t cave to his demands, but for the life of me, I can’t recall what it is.

All I know is I need what only he seems capable of giving me.

“Please, Grey. Please fuck me. Hard.” He flips me like a pancake. “Fast.” His hips line up with mine perfectly. “Rough.” It’s the last word I utter before he enters me in one beautifully ferocious thrust.

He cups my head in his hands and stares down into my eyes as though I hold all the secrets of the world while his cock pistons in and out of me at an animalistic pace that sets my core on fire.

“Fuck, baby. You and your magical pussy.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as my muscles seize around him. This orgasm might be the end of me.

“Why.” Thrust. “Do you.” Thrust, thrust. “Have to be.” Oh hell. He’s going to break me. “So damn stubborn?”

He pinches my clit, and I writh below him.

“Why couldn’t you just be honest with me?”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Why do you have to be mine?”

He consumes my body, my soul, my heart. His thumb and forefinger tweak my nipple, and he bites down on the sensitive flesh of my neck.

His words blend with my own wanton pleas, and his moans roar through my veins as though he’s the very thing pumping my blood throughout my limbs.

He owns every inch of me.

And it’s with that thought that I black out as the best orgasm of my life pulls me under and into the blissful darkness of ecstasy.

CHAPTER TWELVE

GREYSON

“Omni-Reyes took,ah—a small hit since the closure of Montgomery Media.” Quinn, my long-time assistant, is obviously flustered. But we’ve known this was the likely outcome for months.