Page 41 of Undeniably Corrupt (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #7)

“You can move.”

Thank God. I groan, and yeah, a whimper might also escape because I don’t think anything in my life has ever felt better than this. Sweat coats my forehead and back, and I blow out breath as I rock gently forward. “I’m going to make you come so hard with this toy in your cunt and me in your ass.”

“I want that.” Her hands slide above her head so she can grip the arm of the sofa. The motion brings her tits up for me, and I lick a ring around one nipple and then the other. I adjust her legs, bringing them up higher onto my shoulders.

“I’m gonna start slow and then fuck you till you can’t take anymore.”

And that’s what I do. I press in until there’s no more space for me to fill and then slide back, letting her feel my piercings as they rub the inner walls of her ass.

I can feel the vibration from her pussy, and it’s only heightening this.

Liora moans as I rock forward, and that sweet sound is everything. Her moans make me harder than anything.

There’s nothing I want more than her pleasure. And I’m going to make her love this until she craves it. Until she begs for me to fill her ass over and over.

My hands plant into the couch on either side of her head, and I position myself so I’m hovering above her, my knees firmly in the leather to give me the perfect angle and leverage with her knees by my ears.

Plus now I have her eyes. Her legs are already trembling and I dig in, thrusting in and out, pumping with strong strokes that have us both winded.

“Vander,” she whispers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Yes, baby. That’s it. You feel so good. Does it feel good for you?”

She nods. “I want it harder. Can you fuck me harder?”

Christ, I love this woman. “Anything you want, Angel, is yours.”

I pick up my pace and shift one hand to her hip so I can drive into her faster.

It doesn’t take long for either of us. I’m barely hanging on, and with me in her ass and the vibrator pulsing on her clit and G-spot, she’s right there with me.

Words I can no longer hold back start slipping from my lips. “I want you. Not just now. Not just like this. I want you. I’m in this as much as I’m in you. I always have been.”

My eyes hold hers, and I fuck into her faster and harder than I have to this point.

I see the moment it happens. The moment her orgasms hit her.

It’s not just in her pussy or from her clit.

It’s in her ass too. I can feel it as she clenches and rolls and pulls me down to her so she can hold on and scream into me.

Her teeth sink into my shoulder, a sharp bite, and my hips jerk in response. I fuck her through her orgasm with short, tight thrusts until I can’t hold off another second.

“Come in me,” she demands. “I want to feel it.”

Shit. My head flings back, and a roar catapults from somewhere in my chest as I come in her ass.

I was going to pull out, but her telling me to come in her was too good to resist. I’ve never come like this.

To the point where I see fucking stars and feel like I’m going to pass out.

I collapse onto her, dead weight and unable to move, still inside of her.

“Are you alive?” she asks after a quiet moment.

“No. That was…”

“Can you turn off the vibrator?”

Oh. I laugh, my chest rumbling into hers, making her laugh too.

“Crap! Don’t make me laugh.”

I laugh harder and slap around with my hand in search of the remote so I can turn it off, but I don’t know where it is, and I can’t move that well yet. With a reach between us, I gently remove the toy and drop it on the couch.

“Better?”

“Much.” She sighs and pulls me back to her, holding me right against her. “You’re still inside me. ”

“I don’t want to move. You feel too good.”

“But I’m leaking.”

“I’ll just have to fuck my cum back into you.”

“Out of my ass, Vander.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I smile as I slowly pull myself out of her.

“Good boy.”

I belt out a laugh, and my face falls to her chest. I bite her nipple because I can, and she just fucking called me good boy .

“You didn’t do my face, so I don’t have to be your good boy.”

“Maybe later then.” Her thighs and arms wrap around me, and she releases a contented hum. And for the first time in my life, I realize this is what true happiness actually feels like. It’s contentment in its purest form. Her. It’s Liora. She’s my happiness.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

I kiss her so she can’t argue as I move us up and off the couch. She’s in my arms, and I carry her up the stairs, still kissing her, never wanting to stop. I bring her straight into my shower and wash and massage every inch of her. I take care of her as I said I would.

And as I wrap us both up in my bed, her wearing another one of my shirts, I vow that I’ll do that for her always. Whether she lets me or not.

My mind drifts back as I stare at her face.

I finished turning on the flashlights and lantern so we could see and pulled the bottle of brandy from my backpack. I didn’t want her drunk or even buzzed. Just relaxed. We’d talked about tonight a lot, my mind dizzy with it, but I wasn’t going to rush anything. Not with her. And she was nervous.

“Where’d you get that?” she asked softly, her face glowing in shadows from the obscure lights we had set up in the old mattress warehouse.

“My parents’ liquor cabinet.” My eyebrows bounced, and I flashed a wolfish grin. “It’s the good stuff. ”

“Won’t they miss it?”

“Nah. They hardly ever drink it.” I uncorked it, the bottle making a small pop as I freed it.

“I never got that. Why buy expensive booze if you’re not going to drink it?”

I shrugged. “I think it’s an old person thing.”

“Must be,” she agreed and started to worry her lip with her teeth. “I’ve never had it before. Is it strong?”

“Don’t worry, Angel. I’ll take care of you.”

I hoped she knew I meant that for more than just the few sips I was going to let her have. I hoped she knew I meant that about everything. Her heart. Her mind. Her body.

“Can I taste it?”

I brought the bottle over to her, and she took a dainty swig, coughing lightly as it went down. “It’s good.” She licked her lips.

“You like it?”

She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling. “I like you.”

My heart thumped painfully in my chest. We’d been together a year, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

Part of me was afraid that would always be the case.

That I’d found my one at such a young age.

I stared into her pretty eyes and said, “I more than like you.” I swallowed, nerves hitting me hard, but she needed to know.

I cupped her face and held her close to me. “Actually, I’m in love with you.”

A smile like I’d never seen on her lit her face, and she kissed me, whispering the sweetest words I’d ever heard into my lips. “I love you too.”

I blink, coming back to the woman in my arms. Coming back from the past to the present, shocked that I get this with her. This second chance. The one I’ll fight for and die for. And like that night, I need to tell her.

Just as she falls asleep, her breaths evening out, I whisper, “I more than like you. Actually, I’m in love with you.”