Page 10 of The Billionaire's Knight

She moaned as her sex fluttered around his pistoning cock. She was close. Her juices soaked his shaft and balls.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick.” He reached around, seeking and finding her clitoris, rubbing tight circles over it. She clenched around him, crying out with pleasure. He wrapped both arms around her, flattening one palm on her stomach and the other on her chest, right between her breasts. He held her tightly against him while he worked his way toward joining her. Three more strokes then he held deep, a groan spilling from his lips while his cum flooded her womb.

She shuddered, her body quivering under his. He tightened his hold around her. She was the only woman he’d ever gone bare with. Twice now. Yet the mere thought of a thin skin of latex between them brought a growl to his lips.

She reached back, rubbing his side with her palm before dropping it back to the counter. Hell, she was something else, and he couldn’t even manage to get her into a bedroom. He tugged free of her tight sheath then pulled up his pants and fastened them. He scooped up Gwen while she was still catching her breath. She stiffened in his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.” His voice was a little gruffer than he intended, but God help him, having her half naked against him made him want her again.

She laughed. “Little late for that. We’ve already had sex.” She shook her head. “Without protection.”

He started up the staircase, and finally, she wrapped an arm around his neck. Her free hand rubbed his chest.

“You left half my clothes in your kitchen,” she murmured.

“You won’t need them.”

She laughed again, and he loved the way the sound rolled over him. “As much as I’ve enjoyed our sex play, I’ll be leaving soon. I’ll need my clothes.”

“We’ll shower. I’ll grill some steaks for dinner. We can talk.”

He felt the weight of her stare.

“You want to know more about me than what was in your little file?” she asked quietly.

“You say that as if you didn’t have one of me,” he countered.

This time, she snorted a laugh. “I think I liked you better when all I knew was your name was Jase.”

“Still my name.”

Gwen sighed, laying her head on his shoulder as he pushed into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. “What makes you think we could ever be anything more than great sex?”

He paused for four seconds before tossing her into the air over the bed. She landed with an oof, her legs falling open and showing him the sweet, pink slit he’d so recently filled. Fuck, the sight of his semen on her thighs made him want to beat his chest and stamp his name on her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d worry you’re planning to pee a circle around me to mark ownership.”

“No, too vulgar,” he assured her. “I’d jack off until you were coated in my cum from head to toe.”

Her eyes flared, and just like that, his cock was rock hard behind his zipper. Hell, she had his body returning to his randy teenage days when a slight breeze could give him an erection. He undressed, tossing his clothes haphazardly on the floor. She rose up to her elbows to watch him then casually gripped the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it upward.

He remembered her breasts. The feel, the texture of her nipples against his tongue, the weight of her in his hands. The taste of her. Her responsiveness. The fact she liked a rougher touch on them.

He enjoyed the striptease and made no attempt to hide his thickening shaft while she tossed aside the shirt and undid her bra. When she was as naked as he was, she rose to her knees on the bed and moved down to the end. He stepped closer, standing in front of her. She reached out and took his shaft in hand, running her palm from crown to base and back up again.

“Still want a shower?” She leaned closer and licked over his nipple. “Or did another idea arise?” She squeezed around his shaft, flicking her thumb over his cockhead.

He eased his dick from her grip then scooped her into his arms again. He could get used to carrying her around.

“Why don’t you let me clean you up,” he offered. “Then we can work on getting you dirty again.”

“Dirty sounds good,” she murmured, leaning up to place a kiss along his jaw.

His heart stuttered in his chest then galloped. He set her on the countertop and cupped her face, rubbing his thumb along her cheek while he gazed into her eyes. This was it. The moment he wasn’t prepared for. The moment when he accepted it.

He was in love with Gwen Mercer.

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