Page 45 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

As he sets me on my feet, I open my eyes and return to reality.

He is staring into my soul again, and his purity wraps me in a big, beautiful embrace.

I see his eyes crinkle as he eases my weight onto my feet.

They tell me I am the most beautiful angel he has ever seen.

I want ... more than anything I have ever wanted before in my life . .. I want to be his Good Girl Goddess.

I stand on shaky legs, put my trembling hands on his perfect pecs and push, nudging him away from me.

I turn to face the wall and kneel down. Then I bend over backward, and look at his upside down expression.

He is still wearing his thunder. I reach out for him, "Come here," I purr. "Let me finish you."

He steps forward, and I open my mouth. He holds the sides of my face as he slowly inserts his cock and my hands hold onto his hips.

Gently he fucks my face, pushing in deep, down my throat and holding it, then withdrawing to my lips where I lick and purr.

One hand slides down to touch my jugular vein and to feel his cock expanding my throat, the other massages a tit.

It doesn't take long before he is ready, and he withdraws, pushes me over further, cups both tits, captures his erection between them and strokes until he finishes, "Huh, huh, huh. ..."

His head hits the wall, and he props against it, breathing hard, while I sink to the ground, lying flat on my legs, watching him.

He steps to the side, then drops to one knee.

I reach out for his hands. He gives them to me, and I pull them to my lips and kiss them softly, sensuously, deliciously, divinely, firmly, sweetly, gently, heavenly. .. lovingly.

He sits down, leaning his back on the wall, and pulls me to him. Cradling me between his legs, he kisses my hair, and I rest my face on his perfect pecs. His semen slides down my tits to my abs. I fall into a peaceful sleep while he plays with my hair.

When I wake, he is snoring peacefully with his arm around me like he is guarding his treasure. I trace my finger down his side, and he twitches. I retrace it a little firmer, tickling him, and he jerks. He pulls my hair, lifting my face to his, and I laugh up at him.

But as soon as our eyes meet, the world falls away, and there is only .

.. US. Pure. Honest. Real. He pushes off the wall and knocks me down before him.

Straddling me, he hovers over. The hunter and his prey.

I smile up into his face, and I see his lips curl as I wrap my arms and legs around him, and pull myself up to his mouth.

He kisses me deeply and completely. His tongue filling my mouth and my mind as he crawls, then gently eases me down.

I run my hands down the smooth skin of his back, then back up his neck into his hair, flexing my fingers and kneading him. When he pulls away, we are both ready to fuck again.

He buries his face in my hair and breathes deep. I lay my mouth on his jugular vein. I nibble and bite him. His neck stretches and exposes itself to my hunger. I eat him, licking and sucking his neck. He moans, letting me. Then I tell him. "Come on, baby. I want to do it again."

He places his mouth on mine and firmly says.

"No. It's dangerous." His kiss stops my protest. His tongue teases mine, touching it, drawing mine into his, then he sucks it.

The feeling makes me so horny, I wrap my hands around his back and lift my hips off the floor again.

I thrust myself up to him and touch his cock as it hangs down hard again.

Then I drop my hips flat against the ground, and as I tuck my knees up to my abs, he has to arch his back like a cat.

The contact pushes against his abs. When I hold my knees tight to my tits, I grin.

"Flyboy, let me spread my wings for you. "

His eyes leave mine and look between my knees. I spread them to either side and expose my pussy to him. He watches as I straighten my legs.

He balances himself over my vagina. "Lucky for you, helicopter pilots do it collectively." Knowing what I want, he gives me a full, hard thrust, sinking his cock to my core. He grunts with the force of his thrust.

"Ah!" I moan loud. His entire body flexes as he does a pushup with perfect military form. Slowly and softly, his cock exits, and my pussy screams for him again.

He hovers over me, teasing me. "That was called an autorotation.

It's a landing without power. Sometimes it's hard, and sometimes it's soft.

" He grins as his body slams me again. We both groan loud at the bottom.

He sits on my pussy with the full weight of his body, letting his cock fill me completely. He doesn't fuck. He stays still.

My pussy screams for action. She constricts on him, and my clit hardens on him, wanting and needing more.

He pushes back up and hovers. Grinning at me with his sexy as hell sideways grin as his breath blows, and I realize he is going to tease me this way.

Filling me full with his thrust, then no fucking action.

Exiting me, leaving me empty, hovering over me, making me wait until he gives me only the thrust, my eyes narrow at him.

"You want a little cyclic control added to it?" He asks, then he slams down, and we both groan again at the bottom, then he thrusts a few times. "Cyclic." He tells me. "The cyclic controls forward and lateral movement."

"Yes! Yes! I want a little cyclic control added to the autorotation."

He chuckles as he sits deep inside, quiet. He is too heavy for me positioned under him this way to fuck him, and he is enjoying teasing me. He lifts back up and says. "The collective is used for lift. Now tell me, how do you want me to fly you to heaven?"

I smile wickedly at him. "I want your full autorotation with a hard landing and cyclic applied at the bottom until I squirm, then withdraw using the collective and repeat until I cum all over your aircraft!"

"What if you cum before we both reach the Gates of Heaven? How should I fly then?"

"If I cum first, I'll dance you to the Gates of Heaven."

"Deal!" He says and autorotates hard onto me, fucks me with his cyclic, and then collectively withdraws to repeat.

He already knows how to fuck me till I cum.

His rhythm is perfect, and his control is spot on.

He whispers in my ear. "Making the final approach now.

" He raises off me, autorotates hard, shoves his rod cyclic hard and fast, then repeats.

My clit bursts first, and I cum. "Ahhh! Fuck yeah! You fly so damn fine!" He raises off me, and his eyes crinkle while I rest. "One more autorotation, please."

He grins and slams me.

The dancer within me takes over. I constrict the muscles around my pussy as tight as I can. One, two, three. I count, then I release them and relax. One, two, three. I repeat and massage his cock.

"That's a tight pussy you have there." He grins at me and pecks my lips. I try to suck his bottom lip, but he flexes and pushes up, exiting to hover. I lift my head and stare down his entire body. It is flexed, holding the perfect form of a pushup.

"Oh my Fucking Golden God. I'm going to fuck your brains out!"

He chuckles as I push his hands off my legs.

They spring to his waist, and I wrap them around it.

I wrap my arms around his chest and lift myself off the floor.

He holds the push-up while my pussy lines up on his cock, and it slides into me.

I pull and flex hard, hunching him. I hold my position as my fucking muscles take on a life of their own, tightening and releasing his cock.

His eyes are closed, and he is straining, but his husky voice praises, "Oh my good girl, you are becoming a sex goddess."

His words drive me wild. My ab muscles begin a belly dance. It starts at the top, tightening, becoming rock hard as it rolls down my six-pack to my inner thighs to my clit and into my vagina.

"Oh, baby." He whispers, "Like that!"

His words drive me even wilder, and the next roll begins immediately. The dance is hard to do, and I break a sweat straining. But his whispered, "Fuck yeah! Fuck me," spurs me on. The belly dance becomes more and more intense as I move faster and faster.

"Go, Baby, Go!" He encourages me, "You're a fucking maniac."

The Flashdance song "Maniac" starts playing in my mind, and I fuck him to it. I break a hard sweat now, working it.

He moans, "You're like a fucking machine."

I take the belly roll from the top all the way to the bottom of my abs, where I flex my hips away then pop them back on him.

"Ah!" His moan drives me on.

"I am a fucking machine, Baby, and I'm unstoppable!" I strain, pleasing him.

Now the song, "I'm a Machine (feat. Crystal Nicole and Tyrese Gibson) by David Guetta, starts to play in my mind. I drop my ass all the way to the floor and then flex, rising to fuck him. Over and over again, I get air then fully thrust on him. Faster and faster, I fuck.

I hear his sharp intake of breath, then he drops his weight onto me, giving up the pushup. He knocks the air out of my body, and he splays there, holding me down. When he picks his weight off, I gasp a lung full of air.

"We haven't reached Heaven yet. Don't think you can stop me." I threaten him. I'm feeling more wild than I could have thought possible.

He grins, "I don't want to arrive yet."

"I'm not finished fucking you." I squirm and my skin wet with sweat, rehydrates his semen, making his body slippery, so I body fuck his cock.

He moans, "Oh yeah, Baby Thang. You are fucking me so good." His eyes close, and he breathes deep. "But I don't want to arrive yet."

Lifting my head, I open my eyes to see his expression. It is the same as I feel. There is a driving hunger for fucking. He is heaven, and being his is my heaven. "Come on, Baby! Finish me!"

He growls in my ear. "Don't fucking move!" He pushes off me again and sits back on his legs. His cock is dark red and throbbing.