Page 46 of Quarantined with the Billionaire

Chapter Thirteen

My body was starting to cool, but I wasn’t ready to be done with this man. “Aren’t you going to…um, you know?”

I looked over at Maddox. His eyes were closed, and his gray pajama pants were still around his waist—but his erection was impossible to ignore. “It doesn’t feel right, Bailey. I’ll be okay.”

What the hell?

I rolled onto my side, touching his stubbly cheek, but he kept his eyes closed. Bringing my lips to his ear, I whispered, “I told you I wanted you inside me.”

He opened his eyes then, dark pools of desire denied. “But what you actually wanted was climax. Release. I gave you that.”

“No,” I said, searching his eyes. “I want you.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Maybe he was right, but my heart and the animal inside me didn’t care at the moment. And of all things I ever wanted to be, a selfish lover was at the bottom of the list. So I brought my lips to his, gently, and gave him the sweetest kiss I could. And although he kissed me back, he wasn’t moving.

It didn’t matter.

Sliding a hand down his sculpted chest and rock-hard abs, I caressed the flesh just above his waistband. Because he wasn’t objecting, I moved my hand underneath. I began consuming his lips, devouring the taste of him as I touched his cock, gliding my hand down his length. When I got to the tip of that beast, I swirled my index finger on the head. It was oozing, so I knew he wouldn’t be okay, no matter what he’d said.

When he continued to not object to my touch, I sat up a little, massaging his cock full on. I hadn’t been kidding. I wanted to feel him inside me, touching parts few ever had.

No, I needed him. But if he could wait, so could I. It didn’t mean I was going to let him have blue balls or get himself off later. I wanted to be the one making him feel as satisfied as he’d made me.

Unfortunately, just touching his cock made me aroused all over again. I began kissing his stubbly chin, cupping one part on the side of that sexy cleft in my mouth before moving to his chest. There was a small smattering of hairs there and I thought some of kissing his nipples, but I didn’t want him pushing me away. For the moment, he was responding, and I planned to keep going.

Kissing around his navel, I let go of his cock momentarily before pulling his pants down some. He started to say my name when I wrapped my mouth around him and began sucking him down. The sound that then came out of his mouth was a mix between a groan and a sigh, affirming he was now my captive.

I released him again, licking the head of his cock like a lollypop before gently pulling in just the tip, continuing to stroke it with my tongue inside my mouth. And then I took him in as far as I could, up and down in an achingly slow fashion. He wrapped his hands around my head then, winding his fingers through my hair, and I sucked harder. I could feel his strength in that shaft, like a thousand horses being held back behind a gate, and I knew that the more I lapped at him, the closer I’d be to feeling that power.

But then he gently pulled on my head. “Come here.”

Shaking my head, I continued sucking hard.

“Bailey, come here.”

He was moving his body then, and I was starting to feel angry with him—but he pulled away as he pushed me back. “Why—?”

“Just give me a second.” He reached over, opening the drawer on his nightstand before pulling out a square packet.

I knew what that meant, so I didn’t protest further.

“I can’t deny you when you won’t let me.” He wrapped a hand around my jaw and kissed me with the power I’d just felt in his cock before ripping open the package and sliding a condom over his cock. “But I’m going to have you do the driving.” With one swift motion, he pulled my bottoms off and then grabbed me about the waist to pull me on top of him.

I straddled him then, his condomed cock stiff and glorious underneath me. As I began twirling my pelvis to line him up, he moved his hand down there and began massaging my clit again.

Oh, God, yes. I had at least one more in me.

I closed my eyes, trying to fight against the desire I felt once more, because it was easy to simply stop moving and let him bring me to orgasm again. But I managed to keep going, sliding him inside my pussy, moaning as I did.

But he didn’t remove his finger. He wasn’t able to swirl it like he had been, but he continued applying pressure against that same spot, causing all my nerves to reignite, burning like embers ready to consume everything in sight when the time was right. I pulsated against him, taking him in and out, as he throbbed inside me. “Yes,” I said, unable to stop myself.

Then his finger pushed against me with more force until my mind took off again on another flight out of the atmosphere. I cried aloud but kept grinding against him, my pussy consuming his cock completely. I clenched against him but continued sliding him in and out, and it wasn’t until my orgasm had subsided that I realized his hands were tight against my hips. I opened my eyes to see him gulp a deep breath of air before letting it out in a long, contented sigh. I slowed my motion down then, realizing that he’d just let go of his load and was winding down.

I wasn’t going to let him see that I was satisfied on lots of different levels, especially that I’d managed to get him to give into me. Instead, I kissed him gently on the cheek while easing his cock out of me, and curled up next to him, an arm draped over his chest. I heard rather than saw him remove the condom before settling in with me around him.

I had so many questions, beginning with why.

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