Page 13 of The Billionaire's Gamble

“Good, hang on tight,” I say. Bracing my palms on the mattress, I slam into her with a force that has her bouncing on the bed. Shelets out a loud gasp, her eyes snapping closed, nails clawing into my back. She begins to move, her hips pumping and gyrating as she meets my every stroke. Pleasure tears through me in insurmountable waves. She's so fucking tight. And wet and so surprisingly deep. She easily takes all of me in.

When it feels like my body is ready to snap, I stop my frantic pumping and lift my body from the hips so I can feel the thick, deep connection of my possession as I drive my cock home in one last thrust. She tumbles over the edge, clinging tightly onto me for dear life as her body succumbs to a powerful climax.

But I'm not done.

I pull her to her knees on all fours, the mattress dipping as I climb behind her. “Look at me,” I command gruffly.

She looks up, her gaze locked on me as I slide into her. I grind my cock there as pleasure washes over me. She moans as I stretch her, fueling my ache. I grab onto her hips and pull her onto my lap. She gasps in surprise. With our knees bent, bodies joined, and eyes locked, I force her hips up and down. She rides me, and I meet her thrust for thrust, breath for breath.

“God, Hannah, you ride me so well. You’re so tight, so. Fucking. Perfect.”

“Dean,” she gasps as I drive into her.

I kiss a sensitive spot behind her ear, raking my teeth over it causing a bout of shiver to rack her body. I continue to thrust, deep and hard. “Look at the mirror. Watch how beautiful we are when we fuck.”

The sight of us together mixed with the sensation of my dick inside her sends a wave of pressure barreling over me. I reach down and slide my finger between her folds once more. Themoment I make contact with her clit, she screams my name, her hips bucking frantically. I swirl my tongue around the side of her neck, matching the strokes of my cock. "Call me Daddy," I command, hitting hard.

“Dadyyyyyyyy!” Her muscles seized as her orgasm crashed through her.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. Look how gorgeous you are when you come." I glide my other hand up her chin, angling her head towards our reflection. Another shock of ecstasy overcomes her body as I fuck her harder, my body burning with an uncontrollable fire. Need and desire rage like a storm, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.

I continue pumping into her. There's something so sexy about this position that makes me feel in complete control, and it's so incredibly hot that it's got me losing my mind. I can feel her core clenching sporadically around my length, getting ready for another orgasm.

“Come with me this time, Dean,” she begged, her voice ragged. “Please.”

“You want me to fill you up? Give you everything?”

“Yes!”

I press her front onto the mattress, sliding out of her and flipping her over before I push back inside her again. Face to face, I slam into her. She lets out a loud cry, her body convulsing even harder.

“Say you’re mine, Honey.”

“I’m yours,” she nearly screams.

"And I'm yours," I return, crashing into her until the storm within her seems to consume me too. She screams as her orgasm heightens, burying her face in my neck to muffle her cries.

"Fuuuuck, Hannah!" I growl like a wild animal. My shoulders hunch, my abs flexing as my strokes become wild and frenzied. Taking both of her hands in one of mine, I hold them above her head against the headboard, then I lift her right leg slightly with my free hand and slam into her in one last powerful stroke, stiffening as my cock pulses inside her. I hold on tightly to her as we crash and burn in the wave of our joint orgasm.

After we both come down from the high, I lower my mouth to her, capturing her lips in a long deep kiss, her body jerking intervals from aftershocks as she struggles to catch her breath.

I roll off her and tuck her against my heaving chest, kissing her temple. “You’re mine,” I whisper again.

*****

I watch Hannah as she sleeps, snoring softly through her slightly parted lips. She looks so ravishing even in sleep, all soft and naked in my bed. It's been barely a few hours since she fell asleep, but I can't find the same rest– not with her naked body rubbing carelessly against mine, her dark pink nipples peeking provocatively above the covers and her golden curls spread across the pillow. I know it's only been a few hours since I was last inside of her, but I crave that heat, the feeling of that tight pussy wrapped around me all over again. I want to be buried inside of her and stay there forever if possible.

I should probably let her sleep. She's worn out and needs to rest, so I should probably take a cold shower to cool my boner off…

But my body has a different plan. As if controlled by some external force, I find myself leaning over her, my mouth finding its way to her nipple. I suckle gently, rolling my tongue over her nipple. She hardens in my mouth, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. She squirms a little but doesn't wake up. Then I gently peel the covers off her and run my mouth down her chest to her stomach, and it's only when I've buried my head between her thighs that she wakes up fully.

"Dean?" She mutters, her voice husky with sleep and desire. "W-what are you…? Ooh, don't stop."

I chuckle, then swipe my tongue over her wetness. "Fuck, you're so wet and delicious." She moans as I suck her clit into my mouth, rubbing my beard on her thighs, the sensation immediately making her wetter.

Hannah buries her fingers in my hair, pushing my head deeper into her. “Harder.”

I raise my head to blink at her in surprise. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so bossy in bed?” I tease. “I like it.” I lower my mouth to her again and do exactly as she asked, sucking her harder.

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