Page 187 of The Rebel Billionaire

I cradle her head before reclaiming her mouth.

I manoeuvre us back towards one of the large couches, following her down onto the cushions, cradled between her thighs.

I draw back and look into her lust-filled eyes, knowing mine must reflect the same hunger. She undoes the button of my suit pants before sliding her hands around my hips and squeezing my arse. I rock against her core, my cock pulsing, making us both moan.

Unclasping her bra, I draw a pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking. Her hands sink into my hair, her back arching against me.

My other hand kneads her breast and rolls the second pebbled nipple between my fingers.

Brooke presses up against me, her muscles flexing, her fingers sinking into my hair, massaging my scalp.

Moving down her body, I plant kisses along her rib cage and across her navel, spreading her legs wider, positioning my shoulders between her thighs.

I look up, her eyes meeting mine.

She bites her lip, her eyes glazed.

My gaze drops to her glistening pussy. Her lips are slick, begging to be soothed. I moan, inhaling her scent, before closing my eyes and dropping my mouth to her core, savouring. I lick from entrance to clit before locking onto the tiny bud of nerves that is firm beneath my tongue. I suckle gently while my finger finds her entrance and teases her in the way I’ve come to know she likes. I dip in slightly, before withdrawing and spreading her arousal over her.

“Alessandro,” she hisses, writhing beneath my mouth.

I double down, allowing my mouth free rein, my finger sliding deep inside her, curling against her front wall, finding that magic spot.

“Oh. Fuck… Alessandro…” she yells, as she shatters, her body clenching around my finger.

I continue to suckle until she finally drops back against the cushions.

I slide up her body.

My mouth finds hers. Brooke moans, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her hands locking behind my head, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.

“Hmm, that was…” she groans against my mouth.

“Lost for words, Ms Feldmann?”

She tenses slightly.

“I need you,” she says, pressing her lips back to mine, wrapping her thighs around my hips and pulling me closer.

It’s my turn to groan.

“These past few weeks have been torture,” I hear myself admit, surprising myself.

Grabbing a condom from my pocket, I kick off my suit trousers.

I roll it on and return to her, positioning myself between her thighs.

“I ache,” she admits. “Please, Alex.”

“You never have to beg.”

I take her hand, wrapping it around my cock. She moves me to her entrance, her eyes meeting mine. I push in slowly, our breath hitching as I slide deeper into her.

She moans as I sink into her welcoming depths, gripping her arse, and lifting her onto me. Her cry of pleasure hardens my cock further.

“That’s it,” I say, pressing forward. She spreads her legs wider, and I take my time, easing backwards and forwards, allowing her body to grow accustomed once more to my invasion.

When I’m finally fully seated, my balls resting against her arse, I pause, taking a breath.