Page 58 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

I busted out laughing. "It's just 24 hours. How hard can it be?"

He turns the corners of his smile down and playfully frowns for me.

I giggle. "If I can, you can."

"Are you challenging my manhood?" I laughed as he puffed out his chest. His eyes twinkling at me.

"No. If I were challenging that, I would be counting how many I could give you." I tilt my head, look up at nothing and give him a quirky smirk. "Honeymoon challenge?"

He plopped down on the couch next to me and snuggled. "If you promise that challenge, I'll agree to this one."

I kissed his cheek. "Deal."

"But let's be clear on the what and the how. What exactly does it entail, and how exactly does the superstition benefit us if we manage?"

"It's simple. Not having sex for 24 hours before the ceremony brings good luck on the marriage, plus it ensures the honeymoon sex will be mind-blowing."

He laughs, "But the sex is already mind-blowing. How is that beneficial?"

I crawled in his lap and straddled him, hugged his face between my arms, and put my nose on his. "I'm just saying...."

"What are you just saying?" He chuckled. "That our sex hasn't been mind-blowing? Because I for one thought it has been." He smirks a frown.

"You know it has been mind-blowing!"

"Then .... why would we deny ourselves for 24 hours to have what we already have?"

"For good luck?" I laugh. "Sounds like a weak reason, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but if it's important to you, and you really do want to abstain, then.

..." He picked me up, rolled me over, dropped me down on the couch, and pounced on me, then proceeded to prove our sex was mind-blowing.

Laying side by side, satisfied and completely drained from the exertion, he said to the ceiling. "Was that mind-blowing enough for you?"

"Fuck yeah! Who needs good luck anyway when you have good Karma?"

"That's my good girl!" He chuckled.

But it turned out there was no time to squeeze in a hookup anyway. Getting the whole Alabama crew ready to board Bart's jet proved to be more of a challenge than we anticipated. Gaby and Steve's list of everyone they wanted to invite kept growing until we had a plane full of people.

Back to the present.

It's actually been close to 24 hours now.

I take a deep breath, then reach for his hands. Taking both in mine, I shudder when that special spark I have come to expect shoots me. Stroking him with my thumbs, I bat my eyelashes at him, flirting hard with my hero.

He gives me his sexy half-smile, and I hear his hum.

I look down at his hands and stare at them.

This hand. I bring it to my lips and kiss it.

This is the hand that slid between the elevator doors.

He turns it on me and cups my chin. My eyes lift, and his look.

... I match his intensity with my own, and his smirk tells me he wonders, who will be fucking who first?

I smile and say what I'm feeling inside. As soon as I hear the words, I know they were perfect. "Maximus Aurelius Moore, I, Siri Wright, am lost without you." I pucker my lips and kiss his palm.

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Aurei

* * *

I wasn't expecting that. My smile falls away as I feel every emotion run through me that Siri sang, and I realize that....

She was the one drowning.

She was the one bleeding.

She was the one with the hungry, aching need.

Siri.

Lost, afraid, unwilling, and unable to give.

Not living.

Thinking she wasn't one of the lucky ones, but knowing she was one of the strong ones, and she would wait, wondering if she waited in vain, hoping that she didn't.

I remember seeing her dance such subtle movements on the pole in The Stallion.

She conveyed to me the message then through her dance, letting her body speak, using the lyrics of a Whitney Houston song, "Run To Me.

" This confident diva isn't always confident.

Sometimes she is just a woman who needs a man to run to, one who gets her, completes her, and will love her forever.

She is lost without me.

What an honest, heartfelt thing to say.

Looking at me now with ...

Pure. Love.

She is lost without me.

I step even closer to her, tipping her chin, controlling her face, turning it up to me, stretching her neck until her tits touch my chest, then I slide my hand down her throat and apply a measured amount of pressure.

My Wild Thang.

Perfect delivery.

Straight line, not curved.

Beautifully concise.

Direct communication.

I feel her breathing sync with mine and her heart beating for me. I smile down at her with renewed amazement.

If you are lost without me,

then standing by my side,

we will boldly face unafraid whatever life deals us.

Not behind me. Not in front of me.

But beside me.

Oh, my Perfect Thang.

You are found in me.

I pull her hand to my lips.

Caressing it with my thumb.

Cherishing it with my kisses.

While I hold her throat captive.

I am not afraid to show you kindness.

I am not afraid to show you tenderness.

The little white rosebuds in your hair.

Nice touch. Well played.

I get it. I get you.

And you chose to give me your virginity.

Staring into her eyes, I give her what she has given me.

Pure. Love.

I give of myself unselfishly to you.

I would do anything for you.

I will love you with my last breath.

"Siri Wright, I, Maximus Aurelius Moore, do affirm to you that I am yours 'til death do us part."

She closes her eyes, and serenity falls on her face.

I lean down to nuzzle her neck as I whisper. "We know the name everyone else calls this ... marriage, but we will call it ... Heaven, and we will live together forever here in this state of mind."

I stand back up and see tears slip down her cheeks. She reaches up and lightly swipes. I feel the damp chill when she swipes one of my own.

Her eyes are gentle, calm, and trusting.

Her fingers lightly touch my lips, and I taste the union of our tears.

I wrap my lips around her finger and softly suck it into my mouth.

Looking up at me, she whispers. "Us."

Her expression makes my knees weak.

The force of my thunderous passion surges to the surface and threatens to burst forth. I turn my piercing intensity on the minister.

His head snaps back, and he retreats a step, then says.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Moore, you may kiss Mrs. Moore.

" He nods to the witness, who has stood out of sight, to move to the exit.

"I will lock the door on our way out and put a 'do not disturb' sign on the handle as requested. " Then he walks out of my sight.

With his words, I feel her hands on my cheeks, and she turns my face back to hers. The look is still there, and I take a deep breath, filling my lungs full, knowing I am thundering for her and knowing she needs me to.

She grins and slides her fingers around my neck, and hooks my head. "Kiss Mrs. Moore, Mr. Moore."

I seal my lips to hers.

My tongue slips easily inside her mouth.

She is always ready and always willing. She tastes so fucking good!

My tongue fucks her mouth while my hands unzip my pants and free my beast, then I grab the delicate fabric of her gown and inch it up until I feel the hem.

Knowing she is panty-less, I lift her up.

She spreads her legs and wraps them around me, then cinches herself to me and slides my cock inside.

"Ah!" She moans, releasing the suction on my tongue and dropping her head backward.

"Fuck, that is heavenly," I whisper against her neck, then suck on her throbbing jugular.

She pushes her hands down on my shoulders, and my cock retreats.

Then she laces her hands behind my head and pulls her face up to stare into my eyes.

Her breath blows softly in my mouth; then, her lips attack mine.

Hungry for her love, I open my mouth wide and let her devour me.

She thrust her hips, and my knees get weak.

She feels like silk against my shaft. At the same time, she drags her teeth down my tongue. My knees almost buckle.

Desperate to thrust into her before I explode my cum, I lift her ass, and my cock springs free again.

But before I can take two steps to the pew, she uses those powerful pole dancers' legs and cinches herself down onto my dick again.

The sensation of my rock-hard rod being coerced against its will, slamming into her tight silkiness, makes my mind go blank, and my legs lock.

Ahh!

She dances with both my tongue and my cock, sucking and fucking in alternating rhythm.

Ahhh!

The storm inside me rages.

Ahhhh!

Fighting hard against collapsing and cumming prematurely, I struggle against the pleasure she is giving me, and the fight brings my beast out.

Ahhhhh!

The more she swirls on my head, the harder my legs quiver, and when she tightens her pussy and forces my cock to penetrate her, my legs tremble.

But it's when she grinds wildly while I'm forced deep inside her, teasing my tip on her lusciousness, my legs shake, and that's when I feel the beast burst the surface.

A threatening growl, long and low, emits from my throat, and the vibration only excites her more.

I try to turn my face away to break free from her, but she isn't having any of that.

She knows she has made me a prisoner to her love, and she is giving me all I can handle.

My cock gets rock-hard, and my balls are so full of cum I need to bust my wad.

Grrrrrrr! I flex my arms to push her off again, but she bites the tip of my tongue.

FUCK!

I snatch my tongue out of her hungry mouth, and she leans away. Her knowing minx smile tells me she gave me pain to stop my ejaculation, then she rocks down on my cock, and I hear myself roar!

* * *

Siri

* * *

Knowing men can have multiple orgasms before they actually ejaculate, I help him with his focus.