Page 40 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

She turns her phone on him and moves it up and down so she gets a full-length view of his hotness. "Is he why you're here?" Her voice sounds convinced.

He holds his hand up to block her photo.

Her frown asks,' Hey? What's your problem?'

"No, I came home for a family emergency. My mother was in an accident."

While his expression states simply, 'I don't do pictures.'

She turns the camera back on me. "When will you be returning to Vegas?"

"That's enough information," Aurei interrupts. His voice leaves no doubt to anyone that this interview is finished. He waves Tony over to make sure no one follows.

She calls after us. "Where are you two off to?"

The limo driver opens the door for me, and as I climb in, I tell her, "He's promised to take me to Heaven." Then I slide in, and Aurei joins me.

"Good answer." He smiles as the limo driver closes the door on us. "You enjoyed that."

"Hell yeah, I did!"

"She was asking a lot of questions for a fan."

The driver gets in and maneuvers the stretch down the winding drive. The other two limos follow us.

"She's a blogger." My eyes get big as saucers. "Oh shit, Aurei! The card ... in my jacket!"

"What about it?"

"She was the chick who held my jacket last night in the line outside. She must have taken it."

"I think you're right."

A car speeds up next to us and swerves recklessly, trying to see in the tinted windows. I slide down in the seat out of habit, hiding from their view.

"Where are you going?" Aurei asks.

"Away from their prying eyes." I slide off the seat and onto the floor, where I spin around to face him. "You should lean your head back and rest. If they can't tell anyone is in here, then they'll leave to go chase the other limos."

"Good thinking, Smart Thang!" He leans his head back and rests it on the seat. The car slows down and waits for the next limo. Aurei stretches his legs out. He looks every bit like a Dom sitting there, looking down his nose at me. A smirk starts to spread over his face. "What are you thinking?"

I smirk back, then crawl up the back of the seat to the driver, hike my ass in the air and flash my sweet, little pussy at Aurei. I hear him say. "Perfect."

"We would like a little privacy, please," I tell the driver.

When the partition is shut, I slink back down to sit in front of Aurei, and I tease him. "You made me so horny in the elevator!" I sink my finger in and out a few times, then show him. "I'm very wet!"

His face is deadly serious as he studies me. I can feel the conflict inside him. He wants to command me not to, but he wants to watch too. Damn! That Dom Thunder look is fucking beastly!

Leaning my head back, I stroke my pussy in big, dramatic circles, then I pat my clit and finger myself. "Ah! That feels good."

I peer at him through narrow slits and see that his head is off the back of the seat. He is watching me like a hawk. His expression says, 'Wild Thang, you make my heart sing!' And that reminds me.

"What did you say I do when I cum? Sing?

Really? Those songs must be special for you, Aurelius.

I don't remember ever hearing myself create moaning music when I masturbate.

But, let's see." I lay my head back again, and I moan.

"Mmm, Aurei!" I start to squirm. "You do bad things to my good thang.

Baby, you make me wild!" I lift my head and look at him as I stroke and poke my pussy for him, quickly building myself to climax.

When his hand slides to his cock, and he chokes it, I spy on him.

As I let go, his expression becomes thunderous. "Hah. Hah. Hah."

Then I collapse and breathe while I study him. He doesn't move a muscle. I grin at him as I lift my head back to normal. "Ah! That's better. Did I sing?"

He doesn't say a thing. His eyes devour me, and his hand still has a death grip on his cock.

"I didn't think so. You see, your fucking is special! It's fuckaliciousness!"

He grins.

A truck goes by, tooting its horn, and the rednecks in the back are "hooting" at us. He looks at the tinted window, and I smile.

"Lean your head back, so they can't tell if anyone is in here, or they will keep following us," I instruct as I move forward to kneel in front of him, keeping my head below the window. I swat his hand away and find his cock throbbing in his pants. I look up into his face now and lick my lips.

"Do you need my help with this?" I tease him with whispered, dirty words about blowing him up and sucking him dry as I unzip his pants and push his briefs down under his balls. The waistband pushes them up for me.

He picks his head up to look at me, and the "hoots" start all over again.

I pull his hard cock out, then blow my breath on it. I smile as I open wide and insert it. As I look up from my kneeling position, I close my mouth around it and suck.

He drops his head back against the seat and moans. "F...u...c...k!"

I open wide and remove his cock without touching or stroking it. Then I put my lips on the tip and blow hard into it.

"F...u...c...k!" He says again. I hold my hands up and spread my fingers wide. He slides his fingers in between and cinches us tight. I work him over this way until his cock is swollen and tight. When I feel the veins, I know it's time to finish him.

With gentle pressure, I lick him, teasing his shaft and wetting it thoroughly.

Then with soft lips, I start down on him.

He lets go of our hands and grips the edge of the seat, pulling against it, giving me all of it.

As I force him down my throat to reach the bottom, he moans, "F.

.....U......C......K!" And it's louder than he realizes.

Sucking him from the base as I pull all the way out to the tip, I feel his legs quiver.

When I blow one last time inside, he takes a big breath but loses it when I run my tongue around the ridgeline, over and over.

Tortured, he growls from his chest, and his hands grip my head.

He pushes me down on his cock, and I relax, letting him push all the way in again.

His fingers flex in my hair as he holds me down.

When I finally need air, I pull back, and he lets go.

His hands grip the edge of the seat again as I suck hard his entire length.

I take a much-needed breath and stare at his hand, then I bat my eyes and cut them at him as I lick my lips and line back up.

His fingers wrap themselves in my hair, and he pushes me back down.

Then he guides me up and down along his shaft, building pressure.

When he cradles my head, my tongue dances around his thumping tip, teasing his ridge.

When I feel his hands constrict on my head, I relax and let him slide back down my throat.

This time, I move my tongue against him.

He stops panting, and at the bottom, his abs harden.

Then his semen shoots the back of my throat, and he lets go, moaning.

I hold on tight and drain him dry. As I swallow all of his glorious cum, he pushes out, "F.

..u...c...k... Y...e...a...h!" When he goes limp, I slide him out and play with his tip on my tongue until his hands find my hair again, and he holds me still.

I smile up at him through blurry eyes, filled with tears from holding back my gag reflex. The expression on his face is honest, pure raw emotion.

I smile at him. "My Fucking Golden God! I adore you!"

His hands fall limp to the seat again, and he lays his head back, closing his eyes. His beautiful golden hands lay open and relaxed.

I tuck his precious package back in his pants, tuck his shirt in as best I can, and zip them up. I lay my head in his lap. He strokes my face, then takes my hand and pulls it to his mouth. He puts my finger in it and sucks my dry juice off. The feeling makes me wet again!

"Come kiss me, Bad Thang." He commands me, and I obey.

As I straddle him, he lets my finger go, and as I lean down to kiss him, he waits for me.

Content. When I place my lips on his, he waits for me to stick my tongue in him, then he sucks it once and lets it go.

I look down on him, and he smirks. "I taste good in your mouth. "

I chuckle as I slide onto the seat to sit next to him, pulling the hem of my dress down, then I lift his arm and snuggle under him. He gives me a gentle squeeze on my ass but doesn't move or say anything else.

He rests as we circle the airport and head around to the runway.

When the limo comes to a stop, the driver taps the barrier window. Aurei opens his eyes and lifts his head. I sit up and smile on his face. His grin is relaxed, lazy, and satisfied.

Now that is one happy face! And I guarantee my man will wear it forever!