Page 89 of Billion Dollar Mistake

I sit back down and wonder what he's going to take off. He pulls his socks off.

“Hey! Unfair.” I pout.

“I’ll take off my briefs after you lose your panties.”

“Why?”

“Once you’re naked, I promise I’m gonna fuck you so hard on this table.”

My mouth parts. God, I want that. I want that now.

We play, and of course, I lose again. This time on purpose. I’m done. I want him.

I stand shakily but with excitement. Knowing as soon as he's down, he's going to come over here and throw me on this table and have his way with me. And at this moment, I don't care how sore I am from this morning. I want him again.

I need him to ease this ache. I want to come so bad.

I shimmy down my panties.

He stands then pushes his black briefs down. He strides over and picks me up, smashing his lips to mine.

I wrap my legs around his waist and breathe him in as if I hadn’t tasted him before.

He grabs my neck, pulling my mouth closer on his. Our tongues tangle in a deep passionate kiss. My hands grab his face, enjoying the way his freshly shaven jaw feels so rough and smooth under my palms. His aftershave so strong. I soak it in.

My hand trails from his face down to his shoulder.

“Remy.” I rasp on a breath.

“I’ve got you, my star.”

He lays me down on the table. It’s hard, but the fabric is soft on my skin.

“Your table will get messy.”

“I don’t care. I want to remember every time I play how I fucked you here and how good that feels. It’ll be like you're with me even on boys’ nights.”

I shiver.

“You liked that?” he asks.

I nod and hum, unable to speak.

He pecks my lips and moves down to my neck, nipping and kissing his way down to my breasts. He moves to each nipple, giving them a tug with his teeth, and I cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck. you’re so perfect. So damn responsive.”

“Only with you,” I breathe.

He growls and moves quicker toward the heat between my thighs. His mouth kisses my mound and then his hands spread me wide. His pointer and middle finger rub through my wet opening and onto my swollen bud. He rubs it in hard circles.

It helps with the ache. But I want more. My back arches when I feel his tongue on my opening.

“You taste too sweet.”

I buck my hips. Desperate for friction.

“And you should see how pretty you look. You were made for me.”

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