Page 172 of The Rebel Billionaire

He moves up my body, his lips meeting mine, as he settles himself between my thighs. I moan, pressing up against him.

I feel the tip of him against my entrance.

“Please.”

I moan, rocking up and forward.

He enters me slowly, teasing and tormenting.

“That’s it, relax,” he says, pressing forward. “We’ll take it slow.”

He eases into me, centimetre by centimetre. I moan, my back arching off the bed. I’ve never felt anything like this. He continues to press forward. There is a slight burn, and I gasp. His mouth closes over mine, his tongue coaxing me, until I’m losing myself in his kiss. My hands find his arse cheeks, squeezing. He rocks forward, adding pressure, my muscles relaxing, allowing him to sink further into me.

We both moan when he’s finally seated. He lifts his head, resting his forehead against mine. I look up, finding myself drowning in his deep blue eyes.

“God, you feel good,” he says.

I tip my hips and roll them, loving the sound of his breath hitching.

My muscles contract around him, and he lets out a moan.

I cup his cheek. He turns his face into my palm and drops a kiss at its centre.

“Are you okay for me to move? You’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his thoughtfulness almost more than I can bear. My emotions are stretched taut, and this man is deep in my body, thinking not about himself or his desires, but about me and my pleasure.

“You won’t. I want this, I want you. I think I have since the first day you came out of your office and glared at me.”

He moans again. “Don’t remind me,” he says, his mouth finding mine.

He pulls back before pressing forward slowly. He does this a couple more times until my body has completely accepted him. On the third time, my hips rise to meet his. He slides a hand under my arse and pulls me up and towards him.

“Oh my god,” I say as he hits a spot deep inside that has me seeing stars.

“Not yet, beautiful,” he says, his voice strained as he works himself in and out.

He withdraws almost completely, making me whimper, before slamming home.

The sound of our moans and bodies coming together fills the room. We move together, his hands sliding under my arse, cupping me, drawing me up against him, changing the angle until I’m gasping into his mouth. A pressure builds low in my core, my pussy aching with what it seems to know is about to come.

Alex rocks forward and back, his cock sliding over a pressure point deep inside me, one I never knew existed.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’ve got you.”

He presses forward one more time, and my body freezes.

“Look at me,” he orders.

“Ahhhhh,” I scream as I’m rocked by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.

My muscles contract sharply around him, loving the feel of being so stretched and full. He grunts as my body milks him, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he speeds up, sending me straight from one orgasm into another, stars flashing before my eyes. My desire leaks out over my thighs.

His lips crash down on mine as he continues to slide in and out of my body, increasing the pace, until he, too, slams forward and tenses. His cock jerks, his muscles shuddering as he empties himself into the condom.

He buries his head in my shoulder, breathing hard, my fingers drawing lazy circles on his back.

“That was…”

There are no words to describe it. Mind-blowing, earth-shattering. One thing is for sure, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.