Page 54 of The Billionaire Babe

His hold on me is firm, and he growls as his face remains buried, and this is yet another position I never knew existed and already want to do again and again. I remain balanced, sitting on his shoulders, but I don’t know how, because my hips continue to move into his face, my breathing labored, so much so, my chest is expanding and contracting at speed. My head rolls around, pure ecstasy the only feeling I have, knowing I am safe in his arms. That he will never let me fall.

“I’m going to come… I’m going to…” I pant before my orgasm rolls through me, my body shaking as he sucks on my clit hard and flicks with his tongue. He moans, the sound vibrating on my sensitive skin, and I slump forward a little, still holding on to the back of his head so I don’t collapse in a heap on the floor. I try to catch my breath as he pulls away slightly.

“Let’s go,” he says, full of life, his hold on my ass hard, keeping me firmly with him.

“AJ!” I squeal as he stands, keeping my legs over his shoulders, and I hang on for dear life as he walks around his sofa and into his bedroom like I weigh nothing. He throws me on the bed, my body bouncing, and I watch him rip his t-shirt off over his head and drop his shorts quicker than I can take another breath.

“Get on your hands and knees. Hang on to the headboard, sweetheart,” he growls, and I immediately turn around, doing exactly what he says. I feel the bed move as he comes closer. He unclips my bra and it falls down my arms, landing at my elbows, my hands now holding the headboard tight. “This is going to be hard and fast, baby, because I can’t fucking wait to be inside my beautiful wet, warm pussy.” His finger circles my clit and runs up and down my center, spreading the wetness that is already building. My anticipation is so high, I can barely breathe, so I nod to him, and his hands grip on to my waist as he thrusts inside.

I cry out at the feeling of him, his size, his power, and with nothing I can do but hang on, I grip on to the headboard and let him have his way. His thrusts are strong and fast, and my breath catches in my throat, my eyes rolling back into my head. It feels so good. Having him like this makes me feel amazing, his urgency all for me.

“Fuck, this pussy is perfect. This fucking beautiful pussy of yours is squeezing my cock so hard right now…” he gasps as his thrusts becomes faster and harder.

“Yes… yes… oh… AJ…” I breathe out in reply as my body jolts on the bed, feeling my heart race and my core quiver. I love his dirty talk.

“My fucking beautiful girl, such a good girl. Look at you taking me. Fuck, I could do this all fucking day. All day, I could fuck you and still want to do it over and over again…”

I bite my lip, moaning. The bed is moving, banging against the wall. I have no idea if he has neighbors, but if so, they are not getting any rest during this late afternoon. My bra hangs loosely on my arms, hitting me in the face with each thrust, but I don’t care.

“AJ… AJ…” I pant, not able to form any other words. I feel out of control, yet perfectly calm at the same time.

“That’s it, sweetheart… feel me between your legs, feel me owning your pussy, your body… fucking perfect.” One hand grips on to my hip tighter, the other one running around my front and grabbing my breast. “These tits, fuck, these tits are my favorite,” he says, squeezing my breast and pulling at my nipple before his hand grips back on to my hip.

“AJ… I can’t… AJ!” I cry, feeling my orgasm build. Sweat forms on my body, my hands white-knuckled, and I am loving every minute of it.

“That’s it, baby, arch your back for me…” He groans as my body arches slightly and his hand lands in my hair. He pulls at it a little, bringing my head back to almost meet his and he slams his lips into mine, but his thrusts don’t stop for even a second. I start to whimper in his mouth. “Fucking beg me, sweetheart, beg for it,” he grits out against my lips, clearly almost to the edge of no return himself.

“AJ, please…” I beg, my voice high-pitched and not my own.

“Please what, baby?” He likes playing this game just as much as I do.

“Please fuck me until I come… Fuck me, AJ,” I say, not making any sense, but his grip tightens even more, and his hand leaves my hair to go straight to my clit, where he pinches.

“Come for me, sweetheart, fucking come on my cock.” And I do. I scream so loud, I am almost hoarse, the feeling of him grabbing my hips, thrusting into me, his hand on my clit, the sting of my hair, our skin slapping, all of it like a perfect Mozart and my body can’t take it.

“AJ!!” I scream, as my body convulses, the adrenaline, the orgasm, the stress, all the buildup inside me now released. AJ growls low and deep as his thrusts speed up even move, his hands holding me tight.

“Fucking perfect… fucking mine, Val. You’re fucking all mine.” He grinds into me, shooting his release inside. We slow our movements, his hands continuing to squeeze, before he releases his grip and caresses my skin. His lips meet my shoulder as we both drop to the mattress, gasping. The two of us lie naked, quiet, and breathless for a beat, then he pulls me to him, sliding me across the sheets, turning me over onto my back as he leans up and hovers above me.

He looks serious, his eyes looking deep into mine as his hand cups my jaw, keeping our eyes on each other. “You are mine now, Valerie. No other man will touch you,” he says, almost like it is a promise, before grabbing the back of my neck and smashing my lips to his. His kisses hit me so deep, I never want to come up for air.

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AJ

I kiss her and kiss her, like I have never kissed anyone before. Because I haven’t. I generally don’t kiss a lot when I fuck. But kissing Valerie is now my new obsession, and I have craved it since the first time my lips touched hers and every time since. Fuck, if the boys could see me now, they would bust my balls.

She didn’t balk at my apartment when we arrived. I thought for sure she would act awkward, maybe disappointed at my lack of assets, and so I felt tense bringing her here. It is nothing like her penthouse. Nothing like I am sure she has ever lived in before, and it doesn’t show anything remotely like the life she is accustomed to. But this apartment is my residence and the fact that she was nonplussed about it settles me. She may be a rich billionaire with the world at her feet, but she isn’t a stuck-up princess. Now as we lie here together, in my bed, which feels nothing like hers, I am surprisingly content.

I finally let her go and she sighs as I move onto my back and her body slides into my side. Her head rests on my chest as I run my hand up and down her bare back. Lying naked with a woman like this is also new. I can’t even remember the last time I did it. But seeing her in the gym today, talking about arranged marriages and her being married off to some old guy she doesn’t even know makes my blood boil and I cup her ass with my hand and pull her even closer, not wanting any space between us. I am many things, possessive being one of them.

“Didn’t pick you for a cuddler,” she comments as she herself snuggles into me deeper. Her body fits into mine just right.

“Didn’t pick you for a boxing machine,” I say.

“I work out. Pilates, run, and a bit of boxing with a trainer. My father doesn’t like me being overweight, so it is a lifetime habit,” she says, and I frown.

“You are not overweight. Your father sounds like a real dick. So he dictates everything you do, then? What you do with your body, as well as who you will marry?” I ask, trying not to sound pissed off, even though I am.

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