Page 30 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

He pushes the sex swing to test my weight.

It moves away and then returns. My torso is strapped in, and my hands and feet are tied to it too.

I hold the cables so I can brace myself and watch.

He tells me as he moves the mattresses off the bed and turns the raised platform into a stage for the swing.

"Tonight, when our eyes touch, I want you to see us fucking to our own music. "

"I think I'm gonna like this better than pole dancing," I tell him as I approach, and he lines the swing up vertical to the level of his cock.

He backs away and cues our playlist to start.

I expect the first musical notes to be of "Boom, Boom, Pow," but it's of Clarence Carter.

I throw my head back and "Ha. Ha. Ha." His grin busts his cheeks as he starts his 'sexy as fuck’ side-to-side dance step for me to "Strokin.

" I laugh as he dances and grooves to the song.

His rhythm and motion are some kind of sexy! Holy Fuck Me To Heaven! This man is loaded with IT!

He dances to the East, then spins and dances to the West. When the song says to give it to the woman you love, he steps up and strokes me.

Putting that perfect rod in my perfect pussy in perfect rhythm and timing to the song.

Then when the song talks about the time of day to make love, he backs away and grooves.

I watch fascinated as this man who presents a reserved persona to the public finally lets his guard down to the music and the moment takes his soul.

Sweet Zeus! Father of the Fucking Gods.

Sexy Beast begins to ooze from him. He grabs his package and walks toward me with all the swagger of a REAL man!

In the song, when the police ask what is happening, my bad boy dips his knees and strokes the air, then dances to the East, spins to the West, steps up, and, Holy . .. Fuck, strokes his woman best!

His eyes bore into mine as he bangs my thang and asks me how long has it been since love was made, "Yesterday?"

I nod my head to the rhythm of the song.

Bang! Bang! He gives it to me.

"Last week?"

"Yes!"

Bang! Bang!

"Last year?"

"No."

Bang! Bang!

"Tonight?"

I nod up and down, and he speed bangs my thang.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gawd! That feels good!

When the song describes 'how' to do it, he gives me his best interpretation of the terms, hard, long, soft, and short.

I lay my head back, straining, trying not to orgasm, then he pulls out, and I raise my head to see him dance to the East, then spin to the West. He swags back up to me, holding his cock, knowing what he does to me, and pushes the swing away.

I watch my Golden God being a Golden God, standing tall, waiting for impact.

BANG! My pussy slams into him, and my clit jolts with the intensity, sending delicious shivers like lightning throughout my body.

Then he gives me that direct piercing look and sassy-fies us, pumping me deep and long, short and fast, until my playful face is gone and I repeat his name in an orgasmic mantra, "Aurei Moore.

Aurei Moore. Aurei Moore. Ooh FUCK. Aurei Moore.

" My "O" face locked down, and I'm ready to release it, then the song implies 'not so fast, up my ass' and he stops.

I peek at him, and his eyebrow is cocked with a 'hmmm' look, making me crack up laughing.

He chuckles too and pushes the swing away, dancing to the East and West again.

When the swing returns, he steps back up, thrusts his hips forward, waiting for it, strikes an Adonis pose.

BANG!

"Fuck, that's good!" I moan.

He pushes me away, and I see a hint of a smirk flitter across his face while he strikes another adonis pose, making me giggle.

When the swing returns and slams us together, ramming his cock to the hilt and pounding my pussy with such a satisfying shock, I moan like the whore I am.

Loud and long as the pleasure shoots through me.

Each time I swing away, he strikes a different Adonis pose, and beyond a doubt, that Golden God body should compete in a bodybuilding competition, and I know I love him as surely as I love myself.

When Strokin ends, the rascal in him smiles at me. Then he holds me in his arms and unhooks the bottom end of the swing. My feet fall free to the floor, and while I stand, he pulls the cables to my arms tight, stretching them over my head and forcing me up on my tiptoes.

I lace my fingers together and grin as "Kiss Kiss" by Chris Brown Featuring T-Pain starts.

He begins to dance and rub himself on my body.

He grabs his package again and swags around me, giving me a full view of his coffee bean, perfect fucking muscle as he flexes it.

His magnetism is so powerful, my mouth is watering and unsatisfied, horny pussy is soaking my legs.

He drops low and drags himself up my body, making sure I know, that he knows, that I want his lovey-dovey, kiss, kiss.

When he is towering over me, he buries his face in my hair at the nape of my neck and mauls me while his cock slides between my ass cheeks and strokes me.

He doesn't stroke long but steps back, and moves to my side, working his way around my body, sliding up and down as he grinds.

My pussy is pounding between my legs, demanding he find her, and stop teasing her, but he doesn't. He drives me mad sucking wherever his mouth is when the lyrics sing, "kiss, kiss." Tits. Ass. Neck. Anywhere and everywhere but the one spot that wants his lovey-dovey.

When the song ends, he moves in front of me, puts his hands on mine up over my head, presses his body against mine, and wave fucks me with his hot alpha male manliness pushing against my soft feminine curves.

I'm so horny now. I close my eyes, and not only do my lips tremble, but every fiber of my being starts to tremble.

He kisses me, giving me his tongue to latch onto, and stops my shaking as the song counts down to "yeah" and ends.

He continues to kiss me, and I devour him, showing him my need for him.

He squeezes his hands over mine. When I feel his hands start a slow, sensual movement downward, I wrap them around the bindings and hold myself up.

His hands tickle as he slides over my ribcage, building even more anticipation inside me as "Boom, Boom, Pow" starts.

When the drumbeat taps, he seizes my legs and opens me open.

I spread them wide so he can pump me to the different beats.

"Ah!" I moan from my throat.

Straining, we both begin to sweat with the ordeal of this extended fucking session. His musk mixes with mine, and the smell of our love juices is intoxicating.

When Fergie raps, I wrap my legs around his waist and take over, pumping him. He smiles into my eyes, and our love connection is pinging off the fucking charts, then he "Boom, Boom, Pow's" me. When Fergie sings again, I rotate on him until he grabs my hips and pumps me.

"Beast-mode!" I tell him, and he answers with another hard, demanding kiss. We groove and bond this way the whole song. As it finishes, he withdraws his cock and returns his hands to mine, grinning.

Then "Pony" by Ginuwine starts to play, and he dances his Magic Mike hot body against mine while he takes his sweet time releasing me.

SEXY is the only fucking word that fits!

When I am finally free, I shove him and point to the stairs.

He takes a seat, and I give him a lap dance as his eyes bore into mine.

Shaking my ass, my tits, and every part above, in-between, and below, I tease him.

I slap my own ass cheeks again and again until they burn red.

Then I hone in on his cock and proceed to tease his golden rod with an intensity that would make most men lose complete control, riding an imaginary pony for him.

Finally, he does. He stands up, grabs my hips, and pushes my head down.

Then slides his cock inside and spanks my ass until I jerk away, but he holds me firm, and I twerk on him, riding that pony until the song is over.

When "Bodies Hit The Floor" starts, we grin at each other wickedly.

He takes my hand and backs up toward the mattress.

I match his step, stalking him to the rhythm, but he spins me around with an amazing move, and I become the prey.

Then he pushes me down while he sweeps my feet, intending to land on top of me, but as I fall, I counter with a twisting motion and flip him.

He lands on his back, and I fall on top of him.

When we bounce, he grabs for me, but I manage to scramble away. We face off, and he laughs, "Battle."

I laugh back, "Bring it on."

He lunges and grabs my wrist, jerking my body to him, but I use the momentum to step on his bicep, dance across his shoulder, and break free. He laughs again, "Slick move."

"Yeah, buddy."

"Wrestling a woman is a lot different than wrestling a man."

"You forgot I train with Brutus."

He feints his head and fakes a move left.

I fall for it and his arms wrap themselves around me.

As we struggle for dominance, the sexual tension rises, and we are both left panting and sweating.

Several times he almost pins me, but I manage to avoid being trapped by contorting my body and sliding free.

He swears, "Damn it. You're…."

"Slippery when wet," I laugh.

"Yeah, that too, but I was going to say quick as a cat."

"Meow!" I purr for him. He looks down, shaking his head, and I pounce.

Instead of ducking down and trying to get out of the way, he rears up and lets me land on his chest while his hands snatch and grab mine.

Then he throws me off to the side, and I land on my stomach, face buried in the mattress, pinned.

His hands push me down into it, and I lay prone while he mounts me.

His cock wedges itself between my butt cheeks.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're a hard one to master. "

He fucks me to the lyrics "Hit The Floor," and the top mattress literally bounces off the bottom one and onto the floor.

He enjoys his dominant position, knowing I'm completely at his mercy to orgasm.

Using the music to drive us, he syncs his thrusts, and at the crescendo, he pounds fast and furious.

We explode right on cue with the song, both winners in the end.

Exhausted, he pulls me to him to spoon, and we sleep.

I wake first and lay for a moment listening to the sounds of my man's even breathing in my ear—his sweet breath blowing on my shoulder. I have no idea what time it is or what time the dinner starts, but if I'm going to do my hair like Aurei wants, I should get started.

I lift his heavy arm and slide out. Making my way to the shower, I pass the revolving clothes rack. There is a beautiful red dress and matching shoes in a clear bag hanging from it. Next to it is a black tuxedo with tails, a red bow tie, and cummerbund.

When I get in the shower, I wet my hair, then reach for the shampoo, but my hand finds Aurei as he joins me.

I open one eye and see him smiling a happy, satisfied smile before he steps under the water too, takes me in his arms, and gives me the sweetest, most loving hug.

I wrap my arms around him and just hold on, knowing sometimes there is no need for words.

I feel him flex as he reaches for something, then I feel the shampoo in my hair as he proceeds to wash it for me.

My face lays against his pecs, and it massages my cheek as he applies the shampoo and lathers my hair up.

The dexterity of his fingers is gentle. He is careful not to pull my long hair, and when he rinses it, holding it out and fanning it while the water runs over it, he takes care to ensure all the soap is gone.

I turn my face up to his when he says. "There, all done."

"Your turn," I tell him as I squirt shampoo in my hand. He bows his head, and I lather him up, massaging his scalp and temples, taking my time. When I rinse the water out, I continue the massage, letting the water flow create waves of relaxation.

"There. All done." I kiss his forehead when I'm finished.

He reaches for his shaving cream and his razor.

"Do you have to shave your beard?"

"No, I don't have to, but I typically shave for a formal event." He lathers his face, and I lean against the tile wall to watch as he whisks his whiskers away.

"Why is this dinner formal? I would have thought the Celebration dinner would have been, and this would have been casual."

He just winks as he drags the razor down his cheek, taking care around his mouth and chin. When he starts on his throat, he says, "I have a hairdresser coming to do your hair."

I'm stunned. "Why? I can do it myself."

He gives me that look I've come to know as his 'Don't argue with me look. I will have it my way.' Then he says, "Your robe will be in the closet hanging from the hook on the right side." He gives me his winning smile. "He should be here any minute."

I throw my hand up and tell him. "Fine." I laugh to myself when I enter the closet. The robe is exactly where he told me. I put it on and walk back out to the dressing room.