Page 45 of The Reluctant Billionaire
He stiffens. ‘Shit. Sorry—you need lube?’ I can hear, in every word, the effort it’s taking him to hold off from thrusting all the way in.
‘Nope. Just go slow. I can do it.’
‘I know you can.’ He caresses my bum, and I push back against him slightly. Whew. Feels like another inch is in.
He lets out a pained laugh. ‘You have no fucking clue how unbelievable you look taking my cock from this angle.’
Well, that’ll do it. Praise and filth for the win. I groan and tell him, ‘Do it.’
‘Tell me if it hurts,’ he says and drives the rest of the way in.
‘Fuck,’ I groan, twisting my head so I can bite down on my upper arm if I need to, because this. Is. Intense. I’m so full of himI can barely move for fear of hearing actual flesh tear, and yet it’s staggeringly, spectacularly wonderful, too.
His ragged breaths tell me this is having quite the effect on him, too. ‘You are very, very tight,’ he says. ‘Jesus Christ.’ He flexes his fingers around my hips.
‘You can move,’ I tell him.
He drags himself out of me, and it’s no exaggeration to say I can feel the imprint of his dick on every single nerve ending lining my inner walls. It’s heavenly and achy and torturous all at once, but it is absolutelynothingcompared to when he slams back in with a single smooth drive.
Holy hell.
I let out some kind of low, weird cry which I assume is my body’s way of sayingyour enormous dick is actually touching my womb and it’s frankly excellent.
‘Fuck, Lotta.’ He rolls his hips in a way that’s so good it should be illegal. ‘I’m going for it.’
‘Give it to me,’ I pant. Every thrust from him seems to be taking me one rung further down the evolutionary ladder, but if I end up as a chimp, that’s okay. As long as I’m Aide’s chimp. The contractions, the ache, are worsening deep inside my core, and every wonderful, miraculous barrage from his best-in-class artillery has them building.
Snake Hips here has not only size but rhythm. I should have made him do me over the vanity, then I could have watched in awe and fear as he fucked me deep and slow in stunning, rolling thrusts.
Maybe it’s better this way.
I don’t think that’s a sight I’d ever get over. I’d never be able to brush my teeth over the washbasin in ignorant bliss again.
‘I’m close,’ I manage before I bite into the wet skin of my arm so I can better survive this pounding.
‘Me too.’ Thrust. ‘God, you are sofuckingperfect.’ Thrust. ‘Best sight I’ve ever, ever…’
He loses the power of speech around the same time that my entire pussy harnesses the sensation Aide’s perfect pumps have been feeding to my body and just plain detonates. I squeeze my eyes shut as colours and sunspots collide behind my eyelids and the insane heat that’s been building inside me floods my entire body in wave after wave of sheer pleasure.
He rams into me again and again as I ride out an orgasm of biblical proportions, and I’m vaguely aware of his thrusts and grunts growing more desperate before he stills and jerks out his release in some part of my body I didn’t know existed until ten minutes ago.
I’m floppy and sated and shaky-legged when Aide pulls carefully out of me. ‘Give me a sec,’ he says. I straighten up with difficulty and ogle the incomparable view of his firm backside while he loses the condom. I’m smiling like the cat that got the cream when he turns. He tugs me to him with an arm around my neck and kisses me slowly. Languidly. But also deeply. Powerfully.
He kisses like he fucks.
That works.
‘You sore, or can you do another round?’ he asks, that intense gaze scrutinising my face.
Every part of me that makes me my avaricious self clenches in delight. ‘Another round,’ I say, practically before he’s finished the sentence. He chuckles, and my ovaries twerk.
‘That’s my greedy girl,’ he says, and hoists me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, koala style, and cling on, kissing and slurping at his delicious, wet shoulder, teasing the fine chain bearing his cross with my tongue.
He carries me back into my bedroom, swiping the strip of condoms as he goes, and halts by the bed. ‘Do you care if we get your bed wet?’ he asks.
I snort into his shoulder. ‘I do not give a flying fuck about anything except having your dick inside me again.’
‘I knew I should give you a chance,’ he says, and I slap his back hard.