Page 171 of The Rebel Billionaire

His smile is the last thing I see before his lips steal my breath. His hands make swift work of removing my shorts while his mouth remains on mine. Then his hands and lips sweep over me, leaving trails of desire that have me hot with need.

I grip his broad shoulders as he rolls us once more. The pressure of his body against mine has me squirming beneath him, his hard, smooth chest pressed against my throbbing breasts.

My hands move to his boxers, but he pulls back, getting up. I prop myself on my elbows and watch, unabashed by my own nakedness.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s beautiful. His toned muscles and smooth olive skin. He’s Michelangelo’s David in living form.

He lowers his boxers, and I bite the inside of my cheek.

Holy shit.

Alessandro, proud and erect…

I slide my tongue over my bottom lip, our eyes locking as he stalks towards me.

He stops at the edge of the bed and plants one hand beside me to support his weight. With the other, he pulls my lip from between my teeth and trails his fingers over my chin and down my neck. My eyes never leave his as he continues downwards and between my breasts. My stomach muscles contract violently as he continues his descent, stopping at the top of my mound.

“You can see how much I desire you,” he says, looking down at his pulsing cock, moisture pooling at the tip. “How much do you want me?”

Our eyes lock as his hand trails lower.

He hums, his pupils dilating as his fingers slide over my swollen and slick flesh. He groans as he finds my entrance and the clear, unmistakeable evidence he’s looking for.

“Does that answer enough?”

I moan, spreading my legs and writhing against the sheets as his fingers tease my lips, my opening.

He bends his elbow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth at the same moment he slides a finger deep into my channel.

I rocket upwards, my body contracting sharply around him, hands grasping his hair.

“Fuck!” I hiss as he begins to slide it in and out.

“That’s it,” he says against my skin. “Relax, enjoy it.”

He suckles and nips my nipple, twisting his hand so his thumb finds my clit while his finger slides in and out. I spread my legs wider as he adds a second digit, stretching me.

I freeze at the slight burn, but his tongue on my nipple has me relaxing against him. He continues to move, my hands gripping his hair, drawing him closer. He groans and increases the pressure on my clit. Three swipes, and I’m coming apart, my body convulsing violently against him, my pussy pulsing.

He rests his forehead against my collarbone.

“Shit, Brooke,” he says, removing his fingers and gently massaging my swollen flesh. “You’re so sensitive.”

I moan at the feel of his hands still on me.

“More,” I whisper.

He raises his head and looks at me, taking a condom from his bedside drawer. I bite my lip as I watch him roll it on.

“Move further onto the bed,” he tells me.

I scoot back up, resting once again on my elbows.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, gazing down at me. “I’m probably going to hell for what I’m about to do.”

I crook a finger at him, beckoning him to me, and he smiles.

“But if I do die now, I have a feeling I’ll die happy.”