Page 188 of The Rebel Billionaire

Her fingers play with the hair at my nape, her thighs cradling my hips.

“God, you feel so good,” she says. “I thought I’d imagined it.”

She bites her lip as she shifts her hips slightly, groaning.

“How does it feel?” I ask.

I want. No, I need to know.

She opens her eyes and stares at me, her pupils dilated.

“I feel full, stretched… wonderful.”

Her muscles contract around me, making my cock twitch.

“You feel amazing, so tight, warm. Even through the condom, I can feel you.”

She moans at my words.

“I want you to move, to slide in and out of me, I want to feel you come deep inside me. I…”

I slam my mouth down on hers, my hands gripping her backside, lifting her before I pull back and drive into her, pausing.

“Yes, just like that,” she breathes against my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I begin slowly, until her hips are moving frantically beneath me. I flip us so she’s on top, allowing her control. Her thigh muscles quiver as she rides me up and down, and I watch my glistening cock slide in and out of her tight pussy.

“Oh god, I’m so close,” she says, her head going back.

I lift my hands and cover her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She moans, her eyes meeting mine.

I sit, wrapping one arm around her back, dragging her against me, while my mouth latches onto her nipple.

She rocks forward.

I slide a hand between us, finding her clit and strumming it with my thumb.

“Oh… Ah… Ah, Alessandro…” she yells, her muscles contracting hard around me, her body shaking at the force of her release.

I pull her closer and continue to thrust into her pulsing muscles, loving the feel of them squeezing me.

My balls tighten as I thrust up into her.

“Yes,” I yell as my body convulses and my muscles twitch, my cock jerking as my release fills the condom.

She clutches my head against her breast as I ride the wave.

When it finally ends, I lie back, pulling her with me, cradling her against my chest. We lie panting as our sweat-coated bodies come back down to earth.

She turns her head, resting it against my shoulder, her lips kissing my neck.

“That was…” she says sleepily. “Hmmm.”

Her satisfied sound twists something in my chest.

“It was,” I say, running a hand over her hair and wondering what the hell is happening, and how this woman has managed to worm her way into my life.

She snuggles down as I reach behind her, pulling a throw over us both.