The Billionare

23

“Damn it, I was right. You’re so f*****g tight.”

My body had been built for Jenner. There was no way I could take another inch. And each thrust, each pound of his hips, reinforced that.

But, oh God, it was the best feeling of my life.

“Yes!” I yelled. “f**k me!”

Even though I was still recovering from his mouth, I could handle this. And I wanted more. I wanted to reach that place again that he’d brought me only minutes ago.

He pulled out and lifted my legs off the bed, circling them around what I assumed was his waist. He arched my hips in a way I could tell he was kneeling in front of me, drawing my ass up higher until I met his tip. That was when he gripped me hard, keeping me in place, and plowed into me.

My breath was gone.

My brain couldn’t process what I was feeling.

I could only take what he was giving me, and that was fierce, carnal strokes.

Ones that made me beg for more. “Pl-ea-se …” I cried, his pumps causing the air to stutter through me. “Do-n’t st-op.”

“You’re so f*****g wet.”

That sent me right over the edge. Like fuel, each time he entered, a new flame licked through me.

“Jenner!” The build was coming on so strong. “Oh f**k, I’m going to come.”

That seemed to be what he wanted.

To own my orgasms.

To deliver them back-to-back.

Because instead of slowing, instead of letting the moment gradually happen, he increased his speed. He doubled his power. He twisted his hips to give me more friction.

And he hit that spot.

The one that was so deep inside me that no one had found it before.

But Jenner’s tip grazed across it each time he entered me.

And I couldn’t stop shaking.

I couldn’t control what was happening.

I just knew how good this felt and how lost I was.

I pulled against the rope, the burn not even registering. When I clung to his waist, I didn’t even realize it would send him in farther.

But I took it.

And I screamed, “Ahhh,” as the trembles shook my stomach and shot toward my chest, all the way down to my thighs. The shudders were like echoes, each pass wrecking me all over again.

“f**k yes,” he barked. “I can feel it.”

The peak was holding steady, not dying, not even weakening.

“Jenner …” I was frozen in ecstasy. “My God!”

Just as it began to let up, my limbs turned numb, my breath leaving my lungs like it was never going to return.

And because he could always read my body, his movements slowed, his powerful thrusts softened.

His hand slid down my torso until he reached my n****e, gently brushing it.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

My p***y needed healing, and he was giving it to me, allowing me to find air again.

“I could watch you come all f*****g day.”

His c**k gave me a sharp jab, my back automatically lifting off the bed, and I was shocked that it hadn’t hurt. Rather, I wanted it. Needed it. An urge sprouting completely out of nowhere.

“Over and f*****g over again.”

I shook my head over the pillow. “I don’t know if I can.”

He laughed.

A noise I hadn’t expected.

One that was almost sinister.

“Don’t test me, Jo. We both know I can make you come whenever I want to.”

There was pressure around my wrists, and then the rope loosened, my hand falling out of the hold.

He released the other one, and I went to reach for the blindfold and heard, “Leave it on.”

My hands dropped to the bed; the second they landed, there was more movement.

A repositioning.

He was lifting me, and suddenly, I was kneeling on the mattress.

I felt around, hitting hair and muscle.

His chest.

I was straddling him.

“Ride me, Jo. Make me f*****g come.”

He was no longer inside me. But there was still wetness between my legs. So much that it was dripping out. I reached down, lightly tapping different spots until I found his c**k, moaning when I had my fist around it. I led his head toward my p***y and tensed once I lowered over him, a friction and soreness I hadn’t expected.

“It’ll go away,” he promised, as though he were inside my head. “Once you get used to me again and once I start doing this.”

His actions earned an, “Oh!”

He was rubbing my c**t back and forth, the surge returning like it had never left.

Like this was the first time he was making me come.

I dropped all the way to his base, using his chest to balance, and rose to his tip.

He was right; within a few dips, my body was accepting him again, need and desire replacing the soreness.

And there was even an ache to come again.

“f**k … yes.” His fingers bit into my waist. “Own that f*****g cock.”

I couldn’t imagine what I looked like while I rocked over him, but I could feel my breasts bouncing, my head falling back, my hair hitting the top of my ass. This new position placed him differently inside me, hitting a whole new spot, and it only took a few shifts of my hips, a couple twists, before I was right back to that place.

That feeling.

That build bubbling to the surface.

“Look at me.”

I straightened my head, trying to find my whereabouts, the blackness making it so difficult.

And then, out of nowhere, the blindfold was gone.

He ripped it from my face.

The light blinded me.

I froze, trying to get used to the sunlight and brightness in the room.

But he grabbed my hips and ordered, “f**k me. Don’t you dare stop.”

I squinted until I could handle more and found my rhythm, feeling myself close in around him, hearing my wetness. Now that I had my vision back, I could appreciate his face again. His delicious emerald eyes, his delectable lips, the beard that had felt so incredible as it scraped my inner thighs.

Oh God.

“Look at me when you come.” He held my cheeks, locking our stare. “And f*****g kiss me.”

I was breathless.

Sweaty.

So spent from all the orgasms he’d given me, but I leaned forward and smashed our lips together, his tongue filling my mouth.

I circled it, sucked on the end, until he pulled away and roared, “f*****g ride me, Jo.”

I could feel how close he was getting by his short, hard pumps, his hips jerking forward as he gripped me.

I wasn’t far behind.