Page 14 of The Billionaire's Buy-In

“That’s my girl,” he says, pushing my legs open and baring my pussy to his gaze again so he can look his fill. I know I should be more modest, but I don’t care. He’s seen everything and, like he said, it’s as if my body has always belonged to him. He stands, “Come here,” he commands. “Undress me.”

Nervously, I scoot to the end of the bed, looking up at him. He’s gazing down at me with lust and tenderness, silently encouraging me. I grasp his belt, pulling it from the loops, and setting it aside. Then, I tug his pants down. My eyes widen comically because his enormous erection is straining to break free from his black silk boxers.

Maybe this won’t work?

I look up at him again, and he smiles softly, reading my mind. “You can take it, my sweet girl, I promise.”

Sliding his boxers free, his cock bounces off his abs, pre-cum glistening at the head. I lean over to lick it, wanting desperately to taste him. He groans, holding my head, keeping me from taking him further into my mouth as I swirl my tongue along the top, wanting more.

“Not now,” he says, “I’m saving all my cum for your pussy, where it belongs.”

He gently pushes me back, placing my heels on the edge of the mattress, and pushing my knees apart as far as they can go. I’m so wet, I can feel my juices making a mess on his bed. My head falls back, my eyes closing as he drags the head of his cock up my slit, gliding it over my sensitive clit. I’m writhing with need for this man by now.

“Open your eyes, Abbie,” he growls. “Watch me take you for the first time. Watch as my fat cock own this pussy, making you mine forever.”

I open my eyes and watch with wonder as he gently presses himself into my tight opening, gritting my teeth because it’s impossibly tight and starts to hurt. I cry out as his hips surge forward, thrusting all the way in. Tears fall from the corner of my eyes because this hurts way more than I ever expected.

“You are doing so good, baby. That’s my good girl.” He whispers words of encouragement. Looking down at me proudly. “Just relax and the pain will go away. I’m so sorry I hurt you, but it’s going to get better, so much better, I promise.”

He reaches between us and gently rubs my bundle of nerves. Immediately, my legs relax and I can feel pleasure begin to coil in my core. I’m grasping his shoulders, eyes closed again as pain slowly fades, now feeling nothing but pure pleasure as he’s rolls his hips, driving into me with long, smooth strokes.

“Oh, Chord,” I whimper. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck, you do, too, baby. I can feel your tight pussy milking my cock, taking every thick inch.”

I moan at his dirty words, because they are triggering something deep within me, and I can feel pressure building within my core.

“Come for me, Abbie.” he tells me in his commanding voice. “I need to feel you come all over my cock.”

My back arches and my orgasm breaks free, sweeping over me, making me scream his name at the intensity of my pleasure. It’s pure and explosive and I never want it to end.

He continues to drive into me deeper, mercilessly until I can feel his body tense all over, He groans and then comes inside me, roaring his release.

Our bodies glisten with sweat. He nuzzles my neck as we catch our breath, then rolls over, wrapping his big possessive arms around me so I am snuggled on his chest, legs intertwined, still connected. I can feel his length still pulsing inside of me, most likely ready for another round.

There’s a sense of peace flowing through us that hasn’t existed before and a deep feeling of contentment fills me, a feeling of completeness. I watch as his eyes fall closed and I’m able to study him freely, drinking in the sensuality of his physique. He's a beautiful specimen. So freaking hot, dangerous and sexy. And all mine.

I lean over, kissing his lips softly. He opens his eyes, returning my kiss with a dreamy intimacy. Breaking away, I look into his eyes, the gray depths are gentle and full of promise.

“When can we do that again?” I ask, a teasing glint in my eyes. “That was amazing.”

He laughs and the sound is deep and genuine. “You need to sleep, firecracker. As much as I would love to fuck the sass from you all night, you are going to be sore tomorrow.” He kisses my forehead and strokes my back until our breathing syncs and we fall asleep.

A few hours later, Chord’s phone rings, shattering our cocoon of intimacy. He frowns, then rolls over to take it from his pants on the floor.

“The place better be on fucking fire,” he growls at whoever is on the other end of the call. He listens for a moment, sighs, then ends the conversation without saying another word. Turning to me again, he places a kiss on my forehead. “Get some sleep, baby girl. Someone should sleep because God knows this fucking place never does.” With that, he slides out of bed, granting me a glimpse of his spectacular, muscular ass.

Holy shit. That ass. That magnificent cock. I sigh because this man takes my breath away. My body burns with the memory of his taking my body and my virginity. My breasts are heavy and my clit needs attention. He glances over his shoulder on his way to the closet, his eyes darkening with desire, as if he knows what I’m thinking. His thoughts must mirror mine because I can see his cock starting to harden and stand at attention. Mischievously, I lower the sheet, revealing my taut nipples, hoping it will tempt him back into bed for another round.

“Fucking stop it,” he glowers and points his finger at me accusingly. “I have shit to do and you are distracting me. Believe me when I say all I want to do is stay in bed and eat your pussy all day, but this can’t wait.”

I pout, slowly dragging my hand down my nude torso and tugging the sheet lower so my fingers can skim the lips of my sex. “Stop it, Abbie or I’ll tie you to that bed, and you won’t get to come for a week,” he threatens, but I see his resolve weaken as he runs his eyes appreciatively and longingly over my body.

“And don’t be causing any trouble. Just stay put, sleep, soak your sore pussy in the tub, and order some room service.” He issues his commands, then walks into the closet and emerges a few minutes later, strapping on his gun and holster, then slides on his suit coat.

Why is it so fucking hot to watch him strap on his gun? Is it because I know he won’t hesitate to use it? I must have a thing for bad boys. Granted, Chord Gallo isn't just a bad boy, but a dangerous one. Last night, I witnessed first-hand that he more than lives up to his deadly reputation. He shot a man. Over me.

With that thought, I feel myself getting wet all over again.

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