Page 43 of The Bossy Billionaire

“You can, baby, look at you taking me so good. So fucking good.” Huxley’s barely hanging on, his hold on my thigh tighter, his fingers leaving imprints.

“Huxley,” I mewl, not even sure where the sound is coming from. I pant, I moan, I can barely take anymore.

“That’s it, baby girl, say my name.” His speed increases, and he pants, out of breath now as well.

“Oh, Huxley…” I moan, not believing I have gone this long without sex, totally forgetting it could be this good.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” His brow is coated in a light sheen, steel determination on his face. His thrusts increase in pace, taking me over and over, harder and harder.

“Hux… Hux…” I say, not making any sense.

“Yeah, baby, tell me…?” he says, watching me closely.

“Hux… I’m going to…” My body starts to shake, my hips automatically moving to meet his thrusts, as my hand leaves him and my fingers grip the bedsheets besides me, white-knuckled.

“Fuck, Luce, fuck, baby, fuck, fuck…” His thrusts are fast and hard, his hand leaving my hips momentarily as he slaps my ass hard. My body jolts at the surprise, and I explode, becoming a screaming, quivering mess underneath him. He follows suit, and I thank God we are on a ranch with no one within earshot because we are awfully loud.

Our screams and moans bounce off the walls. Huxley growls out my name like a grizzly bear, and I yell as we ride the wave together.

As we slow down our movements, Huxley turns his head, planting kisses to my inner leg before removing it from his shoulder. I lift my hand, flopping it over my eyes, my breathing labored as his hands run up and down my bare legs, skirting across my scar, up and down over and over, touching as much of me as he can.

Neither of us talks as we take deep breaths, before Huxley flops down onto the bed, half on top of me, exhausted. Our bodies are both coated in a light sheen of sweat, my heart thumping inside my chest, not believing that we just erupted like that.

“You okay?” he asks from my side, and I lean my head in his direction to look at him.

“I’m perfect. That was perfect,” I say, almost in awe. I am not sure what I was expecting, but all other experiences I have had were awkward and uneventful. Huxley just made me come twice, and I have never experienced that before. I watch as he stands and goes to the bathroom, cleaning up before he walks straight back to me. He remains quiet as he pulls back the bedsheets, and I watch him, seeing deep concentration on his face.

“Huxley?” I say his name, which snaps him out of his thoughts, and he grabs me around the waist and pulls me under the blankets, holding me tight against him.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, wondering if it was only good for me.

“I’m thinking about how that was the best sex of my entire life, and now I am planning how I get to keep you.” He looks at me, his eyes glistening in the moonlight, completely taking my breath away.

“Huxley, I am not going anywhere,” I say, cupping his cheek, giving him a soft smile. I have a few more dots connecting about Huxley now. His fear of being left, the way his ex did.

“Good. Now get some sleep. It’s been a long few days, and I plan to have you screaming again by morning,” he murmurs, his hand encasing my bare waist, pulling my back against his front, tucking me in even tighter.

“Bossy much…” I murmur, my eyes already closed, but not before I feel his hand move down my body to my thigh, where he rubs my scar, taking care of me even now as we both fall asleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE - HUXLEY

The morning sun hits my eyes, and I start to rouse, but that is not what wakes me. It is the feeling of warmth and wetness on my rock-hard dick that has my eyes springing open.

The blankets are moving, and it takes me a split second to realize what is happening.

“Fuck me…” I moan, my hand reaching down, feeling the familiar soft hair before I push the blankets lower and see my morning angel.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans around my cock, and I grip her hair, pulling it up in my hand, away from her face so I can watch her. She continues to surprise me. She should be sleeping. After devouring her when we got home last night, we woke up in the middle of the night, and I had her screaming again. Clearly, she enjoys sex just as much as I do, and I thank the Lord that for finding the perfect woman for me.

“Just like that, baby… Fuck, just like that,” I moan out, my body battling between wanting to rest my head against the pillow and enjoying the moment or sitting up, watching her slide me down her throat. I compromise and grab her pillow, stuffing it behind my head so I can watch her while resting, and fuck, what a sight it is.

“Good morning,” she says, quickly popping off my cock, looking at me wide-eyed as she licks me from base to tip, then circles my head like a fucking lollipop.

“Open wide, baby, let me back in,” I growl, her teasing putting me on the edge as I grit my teeth together, watching me slide down her throat again.

She moans around me, and I start moving my hips, thrusting up into her mouth.

“Yeah, baby, like that. God, this is good. So fucking good. Your mouth is magic… fucking magic…” I don’t even know what I am saying. I am so far gone into the depths of no return. I feel my balls tighten, and I start to growl. When I try to pull her up, she doesn’t budge.

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