Page 73 of The Billionaire Experience

She tossed his belt aside and drew his zipper down. “Happy birthday, by the way.” She licked her lips. Slowly. She loved that desperate, pleading expression on his face. Big, powerful billionaire, at her mercy.

Yes, please.

She barely recognized this sexually charged, powerful, confident version of herself. Over the years, she’d stayed purposefully busy to avoid closely examining her life. Lately, she’d been outrunning her failed relationship and the emotional upheaval that eventually followed. But here, on her knees in front of Brody, she didn’t have to be anyone else. She knew who she was, what she wanted, and took what she needed. Bonus, she’d succeeded at reducing a powerful man into a puddle of goo.

“I’ve done this before.” She took out his cock, heavy and turgid. She licked the tip and watched as his hands balled into fists. “Not sure if it counts as special.”

“Never gets old.” His voice was rough with lust.

“But there must be something else I can do?” She swirled her tongue before taking him deep. When she released him, his jaw was unhinged and there was fire in his eyes.

“Take me almost to the edge, and I’ll fuck you from behind after.” His gruff command pulsed deep in her womb and made her nipples ache with need.

She dove back in, taking that heft and girth on her tongue. She sucked and laved, hollowing her cheeks. She worked the ridge of his cock and then the head. As she thought of his filthy promise, she lost track of how far to take him.

“Enough,” he growled.

She released him, and the next thing she knew he was pulling her to her feet.

He unzipped her dress, gentler than she expected given the shake in his arms.

“You look pleased with yourself.” He helped her step out of the circle of the skirt. “You like doing that, do you?”

“I like doing that to you.”

Something dark and dangerous clouded his eyes. He thumbed her bottom lip, then kissed it. Slowly. Slower still, he thrust his tongue into her mouth while he lightly pinched her nipples. A keening noise escaped her throat.

He continued kissing her, intentional drugging sips that had her eyes shutting out the meager light in the room. He suckled one nipple, giving the other a hard pinch. Her hips jerked. His teeth grazed her nipple before he gave it a harmless bite.

“Crawl onto my bed.” He gave her ass a light slap.

She sucked in a surprised breath but did as she was told, crawling onto the bed on all fours. Once she was positioned, she noticed the mirror in the corner. She peeked over her shoulder at him.

“It’s new. You like it?”

She turned back to the mirror, watching him watch her while he stroked himself. “I like it.” More than like. She was practically panting for him.

“You look good in this position. Those breasts.”

She focused on her reflection, unembarrassed by her nakedness, her brazenness. She was too turned on to be self-conscious. Both hands on her ass, he spread her open and entered her from behind. He filled her tight channel perfectly from this angle. She shut her eyes and enjoyed each long, slow slide. The sensation of him fucking her this way was like none other.

“Open those eyes, honey.” His breathing grew unsteady as he slid out and back in, taking his time, driving her wild. She managed to meet eyes with her own reflection. “Fucking beautiful. Look how gorgeous you are when you take me.”

A keening moan exited her lips. Her breasts swayed with each pump, her nipples brushing against the soft sheets. Her pink lips were parted, her face flushed. When her attention drifted to him, she found him hungrily eyeing the mirror as she took him. The strong muscles of his arms contracted and tightened. His bulging pecs flinched with each push and pull.

He squeezed his eyes shut, swearing to the ceiling as he picked up speed. Her fingers clawed the covers, her head dropping. He was pulling her against him so hard the backs of her thighs slapped the fronts of his. The depth of their connection was intense, the fullness overwhelming. She came again, this time burying her scream in a pillow.

She clenched around him over and over and over, milking his release until he cried out. His fingertips dug into her ass as his hips stuttered to a clumsy halt. He collapsed over her, bracing his weight with one hand on the bed. His other arm wrapped around her breasts, holding them gingerly.

He kissed his way up her spine before disconnecting them with a ragged exhale. She lost whatever strength had held her upright, flattening to her stomach on the bed.

He flopped onto his back next to her, catching his breath from that bout of exertion. She turned her head, her smile tucked into the crook of her elbow.

“Happy birthday to me.”

“Seems unfair. I had most of the fun.”

Pure male pride pulled his mustache into a cocky smile. “Guess we’ll have to go again so you can make it up to me.”

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