Page 122 of The Renegade Billionaire

“Oh.” I rut my pants-covered dick into her. “There’s so much more. The question is, do you want it?” I’m grinding into her again—a fucking teenager, needing a release before I explode.

“I want it. I want it,” she chants while running her hands down my chest to fumble with the button of my jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I quickly scan my watch. There’s no way I want the caterers to show up at the wrong time, but we still have forty-five minutes. My girl responded to my tongue like a motherfucking champion.

Rolling off her, I lift the dress over her head and place it on the dining chair, then unbutton my shirt as I’m walking back.

It’s only a few steps, but she’s already pressing her thighs together.

I shuck my shirt, and my shoes come next, followed by my pants and boxers.

“Holy shit,” she curses. Have I ever heard her curse before? “You’re veiny.”

I stare down at my dick and wrap a hand around it. “I’ve never thought about that before, but I suppose you’re right.”

“And big. You’re like the model for every romance novel ever written. You even have that weird V thing going on that I always read about.”

Throwing my head back, I laugh. It’s a full belly laugh, but my hand on my cock grips harder because I’m so close I’m willing to fuck my own hand. What would she think of that?

“Is this where you tell me you don’t think it will fit?”

Her jaw comes unhinged, which might be useful another time, but not tonight.

“What?” I smirk. “Violet read a lot when we were kids. Grey and I got a very early introduction to romance novels that way.”

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, but no. I know you’re going to fit, and I’m ready. I’m so ready. Please don’t make me wait.”

I’ve never been a particularly kinky guy, but the way she begs makes me want to explore every single kink with her that I can dream up.

My right knee falls to the sofa, and I nudge her legs apart while slowly stroking my shaft. Her gaze follows my hand. When she licks her lips, I’m done for.

Dropping my cock, I use both hands to spread her wide before remembering a condom.

“Fuck. A condom.”

“Thank you, Savvy.” She giggles.

“Um, excuse me?”

“When she hugged me, she slipped a bunch of condoms into my jacket pocket.”

I will never say a bad word about that woman ever. Moving with superhuman speed, I find her jacket tossed over the back of the chair and have the condom on before I’m back between her legs.

We don’t speak as I move my hips and allow my cock to part her for me, the tip brushing against her clit with every pass.

“Please,” she whimpers again, and this time, I don’t hold back.

Entering her in one thrust is not an option. She’s fucking tighter than I thought, and I don’t want to hurt her. Slowly, I roll in and out, allowing her cum to lubricate my cock until finally, finally, I bottom out.

“Are you okay?” I ask through gritted teeth. Her small hands are braced on my forearms, her nails digging into my skin.

“Yes. Just…”

“What is it?” I ask against her lips. They instantly open for me, and my tongue sweeps the inside of her mouth. She’s every treasure lost at sea, and I hold the map. “What do you need?” I ask, holding myself still inside of her, loving the heat and the way she grips me tighter than even my own fist.

“You said you were going to fuck me. I want that. I really want that.”

The wordfuckfalling from her lips is such a turn-on, my hips lift and slam into her before I fully register what she’s said.