The Billionare

6

Her nails dug in harder. “Jenner!”

She had found muscle, stabbing straight into the center while she tilted her head against the wall, so I went in for her neck, pulling her flesh into my mouth before biting it.

“Oh f**k,” she cried. “I’m coming.”

I could feel it.

The way she was closing in around me.

How she ground her hips to get me in even deeper, each of my strokes allowing me to feel the quiver from inside her.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

I waited until her orgasm passed, and then I carried her to the bed and placed her on the mattress. While I stood on the floor in front of her, her legs spread around my waist.

“f**k me,” I roared.

And that was what she started doing, moving her hips, meeting me as I thrust into her.

I didn’t expect the participation, especially after she just came. But she wouldn’t stop; she wouldn’t still.

Pleasure was this girl’s drug.

When it became too much, the explosion threatening to erupt in my balls, I flipped her onto her stomach and crawled up behind her.

“You’re so f*****g tight,” I growled after entering her. I knelt on the edge of the bed and gripped her hips, finding a ruthless rhythm. “And so f*****g wet.”

I slid into her with no effort—she was that turned on—and I felt her contract with each plunge. From here, I had the perfect view of her body, the sleekness of her arched back, the sides of her t**s, the roundness of her incredible ass.

An ass I was dying to be inside of.

I grasped her tit, her n****e teasing my fingers as I pinched it.

She must have liked the sensation because she bucked against me. I did it again, this time harder, pulling, rolling across the tip.

“Oh God!” she shouted. “Yes!”

I moved to the other side, doing the same, and then I lowered to her c**t—a spot I knew would give her an even stronger reaction.

The second I touched her there, she slammed against me, her sounds vibrating through the whole room, sounds I couldn’t get enough of.

“Jenner!” she gasped. “Don’t stop!”

Using the pads of two fingers, I shifted back and forth against her c**t.

It only took a few passes before I felt her coming.

Shuddering.

“Ahhh!” She paused. “Ahhh!” she yelled even louder.

A tightness came through, constricting each plunge, and then a wetness dripped over me as I continued to f**k her.

And I did.

Without hesitation.

Without mercy.

Without stopping or giving her time to recover from the sensitivity because I wanted to bring her right back to that place.

But not here, not like this.

Once I knew her orgasm had passed, I flipped her around and settled her on my lap. I aimed her p***y over my tip and growled, “f*****g ride me.”

It took her a moment to catch her breath before she really started to pick up speed. She rose to my crown and sank down, circling her hips at the base. While she kept up that pattern, she held my shoulders, her lips hovering near mine. The closeness allowed me to taste her exhales, each one ending in a moan.

“That’s it, Jo. Fuck.”

Now that my hands were free, they could wander, feeling every inch of her body, tracing spots I hadn’t been able to reach before. I started with her ass, clutching the thickness, the curves of her hips, urging her to take me. To f**k me. To let me own that p***y.

Her t**s bounced in my face, and I surrounded a n****e, sucking it, flicking the end with my tongue.

“Oh God,” she cried. Her hands dived into my hair, pulling me closer. “Your f*****g cock.”

I bit her, holding that little bud between my teeth before I ordered, “Take it.”

If she wanted the control, then she needed to demand it. She needed to ride me with all the strength she had left. Because in this moment, my f*****g d**k was hers, and that wasn’t something I ever gave up.

“Own it,” I told her. “Show me how much you f*****g want it.”

She did.

She ground over my shaft, twisting her body at the bottom of each dip, caging me inside her cunt.

“Fuuuck.” I released her n****e. “If you keep that up, it’s not going to be yours for much longer.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” She breathed against my cheek. “Maybe I want to feel you come because there’s nothing sexier than watching a man lose himself.”

Damn it, that was hot.

A woman who wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her.

“Then, f**k me,” I told her. “f**k me like I’ve never been fucked.”

It was as if a switch went off.

Her speed wasn’t what changed, nor was it the power she used.

This was deeper.

More intimate.

A tightness that came from within.

She reached behind her back to cup my balls while she bounced over me, keeping my shaft lodged inside her, turning her body in different directions to gain friction from every angle. And as she tickled my sack, my balls started to tighten.

The sensation building.

“Damn it.” My fingers rubbed her c**t, my other hand squeezing her tit. “f**k me!”

She did—harder.

Her p***y became wetter.

She was practically clutching my c**k, milking the c*m from me.

She wanted me to blow.

And she was going to get it.

I gripped her waist, holding on.

Taking it.

Allowing her to work my orgasm through my body with each dip of her cunt.

“Jo,” I groaned as I was about to hit the peak, the intensity at its strongest, the feeling consuming me. “You’re making me f*****g come.”

“Me too! Oh God!”

Pump after pump, she sucked me dry, filling the condom.

And while she rode the hell out of me, my eyes stayed on hers.

Watching her.

Viewing every second that she possessed my c**k.

The moment I fell apart, she did too, rocking her hips, shaking over me, our moans matching.

“Oh God, yes!”

When she finally stilled, when there was nothing left to drain out of me, she kept me inside her and flattened her hands against my chest.

Her breath came out in pants. “I wonder if my girls are looking for me.” She laughed. “I told them I was just going to check the score.”

Her satiated stare made me smile. “Do you think another twenty minutes will matter?”

She c****d her head to the side. “Twenty minutes?”