Escorting the Billionaire #3(32)

 

“My turn,” James said and grabbed my hands, holding them above my head. He put his mouth on me, licking and sucking my breasts hungrily. He ran his hands down my body. He quickly found my clitoris and circled it slowly with his powerful fingers, making me moan as he got me wet.

 

“I want to bury myself in you,” he said, as I moved beneath his hand. “After I make you come first.” He continued to circle my clit, and I rocked against him, getting slick with wetness. I could already feel a tremendous orgasm building inside me. He bit at my nipples, and I cried out, arching my back. He increased the pressure on my sex as I writhed beneath him.

 

I was fighting my orgasm. I preferred to come when he was inside me, when we were totally connected. Like this, I was completely at his mercy. He was in charge of my body right now, and my body was out of control.

 

“I can’t,” I said. “I don’t want to… I need you inside me, babe.”

 

He stopped touching me and watched my face. “Do you trust me?” he asked. I nodded at him. “Then let me be in charge. I want to explore your sweet, tight body,” he said. He got on his knees and put his lips on me, and his tongue circled my swollen sex. He was in control, and I had to ride the waves of pleasure that were crashing through my body. I had no choice.

 

He pulled back for a second. “When I’m ready, I’m going to fuck you. Deep and hard.” He took my clitoris in between his teeth and bit it gently, and then continued to suck and nip at me. I threw my head back and cried out. He continued to lick me, and suck me, and play with my body until I shattered beneath him, an orgasm ripping through me. Completely out of control, I screamed his name as my body spasmed.

 

“James,” I panted as it started to subside.

 

“Are you ready for me now, baby?” he asked. He stood up and put his long, hard cock against me, rubbing it against my slit as I was still shaking from my orgasm.

 

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.” I was desperate to feel him inside me. He didn’t make me wait; he was so hard he was about to burst. He stood at the side of the bed and entered me like that, almost immediately, all the way to his hilt. I moaned as he filled me, and I looked up at his glorious, tanned, and muscled body. His cock was enormous and hard inside me, and my body fit around his tightly, as if I’d been built for him.

 

He thrust into me once, twice, deep and sharp. I ran my hands down his muscled lower torso as pleasure ripped through me. He was in deep, like he promised, and it felt so good. I felt complete.

 

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft as he continued to drive into me. I let my hand stroke his base with each thrust, wanting to increase his sensation and his pleasure. It worked. He threw his head back and was riding me hard, his hands gripping my hips. “Holy fuck, Audrey.”

 

He was in deeper than I’d ever felt him. I felt the familiar pleasure build inside of me, and I started to come, all of my senses overtaken by him. He buried himself into me, over and over, fucking me through my orgasm and finding his release. His powerful arms wrapped around me as our orgasms shook the bed.

 

Afterward, he collapsed next to me. “Damn,” he said and pulled me against him. I nestled there happily, feeling content and completely connected to him. I was waiting for him to say something more—then I watched as he promptly fell asleep with a smile on his face.

 

“I love you,” I whispered.

 

He opened one eye and looked at me, that happy smile still on his face. “I love you too, babe.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I woke up a few hours later with sun streaming through the windows. James was up, wearing his Wharton T-shirt and some sweats. He was pacing around the room.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

 

“Nothing,” he said. “I got you your coffee.” He motioned toward the nightstand.

 

“Thanks,” I said. I sat up and took a sip, eyeing him warily. “You’re pacing for a reason, James. I’d like to know what that is.”

 

“We’re back home from the trip. Our two weeks are up. You’ve fulfilled your contract.” He ran his hands through his hair.

 

My heart clenched, and I put the coffee down before I spilled it. “Is this the part where you fire me? Again?”

 

“Not if it’s the part where you quit. Again.” We just looked at each other for a beat. “No, Audrey—we’ve reached the end of our mutual agreement, is what I’m saying. There’s nothing but free will going on here.”