Escorting The Billionaire #2(39)

 

“I need you inside me,” she said desperately, grinding down on my face. “I need your cock.” I sucked her harder, feeling her body bunch up and clench around me. She fisted her hands through my hair, and she came, hard and quick, crying out and shaking above me. I stood, my pants undone, and hitched my hard length against her slit. She was so wet, so ready for me, I started to get dizzy. “Do you want me?” I asked breathlessly against her ear.

 

In answer, she grabbed the tip of my cock and put it inside her. She looked up at me. “Fuck me, James. Please. I need to feel you inside me.”

 

I lifted her up a little and adjusted my hips so that I was pinning her against the wall. Then I slid all the way into her, all at once. Her tight body stretched around mine, and she cried out, a mixture of pain and relief in her voice. “That’s it, baby,” she said. “That’s what I wanted.” She leaned down and kissed me fiercely, and I pounded into her, my thrusts as ragged as the emotions inside me.

 

I entered her deeper and harder each time. She arched her back, and the underwear I’d pushed to the side chafed against me, driving me wild. I was blind inside of her, pounding, seeking my release urgently. I held her shoulders, pumping into her over and over, my hands scraping over her breasts, still encased in her lace bra. I was so close, so out of control.

 

I wanted to fill her with me.

 

“Oh my God,” she said, her body starting to quake and clench around me. “James.” Then she threw her head back and cried out loudly as she shattered. That pushed me over the edge; I clung to her and pounded into her desperately, exploding into her.

 

“Audrey,” I cried, clinging to her.

 

I set her down gently, both of us limp and shaky. I looked down and saw her face against my chest. Her eyes were shut tight.

 

“I love you,” she whispered against me. “I just want you to know that.” I could feel her shaking. I held her to me, just loving the feel of her body against mine, the joy her words brought.

 

“And James.”

 

“What, baby?” I asked, staring down at her gorgeous face, her eyes still scrunched up tight.

 

“I quit.”