Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)(63)

Smiling wide, I buried my face in her cunt and inhaled. Fucking hell. Grazing my thumb over her clit, I pulled her lips further apart to expose it. The pink glint called to me, what could I do but answer?

“Ah!” she whimpered, clawing at my hair. Her pussy ground on my face, wetness slicking my cheeks. Two fingers trailed up her slit, teasing until her thighs shook around my ears.

I wasn't so cruel, though.

Inch by inch, I happily gave her what she wanted.

Alexis groaned, arching while my fingers filled her. Bending them, I pet the roof of her tunnel, exploring her vigorously. I wasn't expecting her to shiver, tensing around my knuckles in an abrupt orgasm.

It shocked us both, my cock raging in my pants angrily. “That's it,” I growled. “That's too much for me.” My belt clanked down, jeans draping low enough to free my swollen prick.

Her hand found me, circling my base tight. “You're so hard,” she said in wonder. “Fuck me, please, hurry and fuck me.”

My eyes fluttered in my skull. The sensation of her touch was making me dizzy, but it was her insatiable hunger that had my lower belly tingling. We hadn't used a condom last time, so I didn't bother looking for one now.

Hooking her ankles, I shoved her down on the couch until she bent in half. Her pussy was spread wide, my cock sliding up and down along her entrance. The fat tip bumped her clit, causing her to tremble. “You want this?” I asked.

She nodded, her red lips parting in a silent cry.

Biting my tongue, I sank into her in one fast, solid thrust. Alexis cried out, nails scraping over my lower back. We stayed like that for a full minute, my eyes leveling on hers. She asked, “What are you doing?”

Squeezing her ass, I smirked. “Fuck yourself on me. Grind until you get off.”

In frustration, she wriggled as much as she could. My weight was holding her down; only her clit was rubbing me with how I'd angled myself. “I can't!” she said, her brow furrowing. “Just fuck me, don't play any games.”

“I love games, though.” When she went to push me away, I held her tighter. She was pinned, my cock stretching her out while her clit could only get any contact if she gyrated with all her might.

Breathing faster, she realized I was serious.

Swallowing, she closed her eyes and started to rock. It was barely an inch, allowing her to just graze her twitching clit on my flat stomach. Her cunt rippled, strangling me as it heated up in desperation.

There's nothing sexier than a woman who'll do anything to come.

“Good,” I whispered, licking her firm nipples. Her moan sent tremors to my core. At this rate, she was going to get me off before she reached the peak herself. But I had a few tricks up my sleeve.

Licking my fingers, I winked at her. Reaching behind us, I trailed a fingertip along her inner thigh. At the cleft of her ass, I rubbed her asshole—every muscle in her body locked up.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. I was amazed she didn't question what I was doing. She must have been too turned on to care, her need to orgasm too great.

Slippery heat embraced my painfully erect cock. Alexis moaned, turning her face away from me. I could feel the electric current in her pussy, it traveled through and into my flexing shaft. She was right on the edge, so close to coming.

Burying my finger deep in her ass, I bent my spine into a perfect C and sat up. Her pussy milked me, her asshole thrumming on my knuckle. Together we came, our cells waking with the hyper-awareness of orgasm.

Even when I was done filling her with my seed, she still writhed. And I still shivered with the pressure of release. I'd never felt anything so good, the pleasure rolling on to my toes and beyond.

Pulling my hand from her, I breathed out sharply. “What the hell was that?” I asked out loud.

There were stars in her eyes, the pink of roses on her lips. If you could bottle contentment and joy, drink it till you drowned, you still wouldn't have matched the emotion on her face.

Alexis was in love.

This was love.

I'd known it—or I'd thought I had. Until just then, I'd never actually experienced the extent of our compassion. This desire for each other, it might just kill us. And would that even be a tragedy?

She pulled me to her, kissing me gently. “I love you, do you know that?”

I smiled around her lips. “You've said it before.”

“But do you know.”

I almost said, “Yes.” Then I stopped, weighing my words. “You really mean it. Even after what I've done to you, you're able to love me?”

Her hand trailed down the back of my neck. “I didn't realize I was living a half-life until you showed up. I don't know anyone I could ever love except for you.”

The support of our bodies paled next to what our souls could offer. We stayed like that on my couch, long after the party had ended... but I wanted forever.