Page 100 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

His words push me over the precipice. I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me.

He follows me over the edge moments later, his body tensing as he finds his release. We cling to each other, breathing heavily as the aftershocks ripple through us.

Slowly, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I'm nestled against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as our heartbeat gradually slow.

"Well," I say after a while, my voice still a bit breathless, "I'd say that was a pretty good demonstration of the advantages of private air travel."

He chuckles. "Indeed. Though I think we may need to conduct further research. You know, for science."

I prop myself up on an elbow, grinning down at him. "Oh really? And how many more test flights do you think we'll need?"

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls me in for another kiss, this one slow and tender. When he pulls back, his expression is soft and full of affection.

"As many as it takes," he murmurs. "I could spend a lifetime exploring every inch of you and never grow tired of it."

His words make my heart skip a beat. There's an intensity in his gaze that both thrills and terrifies me. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and the depth of my feelings for him is overwhelming at times.

"A lifetime, huh?" I say, trying to keep my tone light despite the emotions swirling inside me. "That's quite a commitment."

He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch impossibly gentle. "With you? It doesn't feel like nearly long enough."

I swallow hard. “I agree.”

“Now, get over here and climb in my lap so that I can see you better. I want those tits in my mouth while you come undone on me.”

Oh shit, yes please.

I don't need to be told twice. With a coy smile, I straddle his hips. His hands immediately go to my breasts, kneading them gently as his thumbs brush over my sensitive nipples. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"God, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

I lean down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as I continue to move against him. I can feel him hardening beneath me, and the knowledge that I affect him just as much as he affects me is intoxicating.

His mouth leaves mine to trail hot kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. When he reaches my breasts, he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard.

The wet heat of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I grind against him, desperate for more friction.

"Patience," he chuckles against my skin, moving to lavish attention on my other breast.

I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close as he works his magic. When he finally releases my nipple with a soft pop, I'm panting and aching with need.

"Please," I whimper, rocking my hips against him. "I need you inside me."

He groans, his hands gripping my waist. "As you wish."

With a fluid motion, he lifts me slightly and guides himself to my entrance. I sink down onto him slowly, savoring the delicious stretch as he fills me completely again. We both moan at the sensation.

For a moment, we stay still, foreheads pressed together as we adjust to the intense feeling. Then, slowly, I begin to move, rolling my hips in a steady rhythm.

His hands roam my body as I ride him, caressing my breasts, my sides, my thighs. Every touch sends shivers of pleasure through me. I increase my pace, chasing the building tension coiling low in my belly.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs encouragingly. "You feel so good."

His words spur me on, and I increase my pace, grinding down harder with each downstroke. The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I can feel myself getting close.

My movements become more erratic as the pleasure builds.

His hands move to my hips, guiding my movements and helping me maintain the rhythm. I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I chase my release.

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