Page 46 of The Billionaire Babe

“Oh my God… Oh my God,” she pants over and over. This is not lovemaking. This is pure fucking, and it is the best I have ever had.

“You are such a greedy girl for my cock.” I continue to thrust, bottoming out each time as her moans spur me on. I look up at her face as she looks at me. Her hands move from my shoulders, and she cups my face.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” she pleads, bringing her forehead to mine, our eyes locking as I watch her mouth gape open, her eyes closing. “Don’t stop… don’t stop…”

“I’m not stopping, sweetheart. I need you too fucking much to stop now. I need you so much I have to fuck you hard against the wall. Need you so much I need to fuck you with your underwear still on.”

“Yes… yes… yes!” Her hands grip back on to my neck for dear life.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you are going to feel me every time you sit down tomorrow.” My orgasm builds as my thrusts get harder and harder, no longer able to rein myself in.

“Every day… I want this everyday…” she moans. “Oh God, AJ… I’m coming… Don’t stop…” she pleads, and I thrust into her harder, her body bouncing as my hands grip her hips tighter.

“Take it… Take all of it…” I grit out to her, and as she starts to scream my name, her pussy pulses around me and I come right along with her. Seating myself deep, I grind into her, giving her everything. She shakes around me, the two of us yelling so loud I fear someone will call 9-1-1.

I drop my head onto her shoulder, and she rests her head on the top of mine. We stand there for a moment, both breathless, the sweat building between us making our skin slippery. Then she does something unexpected. Her hands on my shoulders relax and run up and down my back, caressing my skin before her fingers start to massage my scalp.

It is tender. Relaxing. I lean against her a little more and a soft moan falls from my lips.

She chuckles. “Twenty steps to the right is the bathroom. I think we need a shower.”

“Hmmmm,” I growl as I lift her off the wall and walk in the direction she mentioned, my cock still buried deep, our skin still cemented, neither of us wanting to let go.

24

VALERIE

We make it to the bathroom, and he slowly lowers me to the ground near the shower. I turn on the lights, dimming them slightly, touching the wall the entire way. I don’t trust my legs right now. I am still slightly out of breath, my limbs feel like Jell-O, and my muscles are shaking from the intense workout we just had. But I can barely tame my smile.

That was the best sexual experience of my entire life. Intense, hot, needy. I see him shuffle across the room to dispose of the condom, and I take a deep breath. My mind is empty. I feel free. I am shocked at what just happened. He is right with what he mentioned earlier. We couldn't make it to the sofa. He couldn’t wait to have me, and that is something else I have never had before. A man who was on the edge so much that he pinned me to a wall. Sure, other men have wanted me, but usually my money, my name, not… me. Not like that.

“You alright?” he asks, and I didn’t realize I was staring off into the distance. He is even bigger than I realize as I stand here in no shoes, the high heels I usually wear when I am with him offering me a few inches that are now no longer.

“Amazing. You?” I ask, grabbing some towels.

“I’ll be better when you get back over here,” he growls, and I take a few steps back toward him, placing the towels down. Leaning in, I turn on my rainwater shower, the steam misting my bathroom in an instant.

He runs his hands around my body and unclasps my bra, and I let it fall from my arms and onto the floor.

“Hmmm. Perfect,” he says, looking at me as his hands land on my waist. He pulls down my underwear, and they join my bra on the floor. I stand before him completely naked, as is he, and where I would usually turn or hide with embarrassment, I don’t move. I hold my breath and remain still as his eyes run the length of my body, and I see him start to harden again already. The appreciation in his eyes gives me the confidence I need to stand here and be admired.

His large hands circle my waist, pulling me tightly to him. Our bare bodies pushed together, he lifts me slightly, my hands holding his shoulders as my feet no longer touch the ground, and he walks us into the shower. Placing me back down slowly, he ducks his head under the spray of water, and I watch this beast of a man in my shower. His body looks like one of those carved Roman statues, all pure muscle. He glances at me watching him and raises an eyebrow.

“Here, let me,” I say, grabbing my body wash and loofah. I squeeze a little out and start to scrub his body. “You’re bruised.” My brow furrows as I take in all his crevices.

“Part of the sport.” His hands find my waist, holding me close.

“It doesn’t look like much of a sport. I understand there is stamina, strength, discipline, and agility, but it also looks like it hurts.” I see a dark-purple bruise forming on his side and wonder if he might have internal bleeding. I decide to voice my concerns. “You might have internal bleeding?” He huffs a laugh.

“I know how to take a hit. I know what my body can take,” he says, his hands softly caressing my body.

“Turn,” I say, and he smirks.

“You bossing me around now?” he asks, his face a little more relaxed like I am humoring him, and I almost melt into the drain. He looks so hot, I already feel butterflies below.

“You don’t like people being bossy?”

“No one ever tells me what to do,” he growls in warning, but as he does, he slowly turns, and I don’t even bother to hide the grin that sweeps across my face. His back is even bigger, his shoulders high and his muscles defined. He rests his hands on the wall in front of him as the hot water runs down his back, and I move the loofah in circular motions across his skin, taking in the mass of tattoos that decorate him.

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