Page 106 of Billion Dollar Dispute

The memory of how she felt in my arms last night instantly causes my body to overheat, just like the way her hooded eyes look right fucking now.

My thigh settles between her parted legs, my hands gliding over her hips and thighs, savoring every single bit of her. I kiss her, starting at her lips and following an invisible path to her scar, my touch soft. Gently laying kisses on top of every inch, I admire its beauty to bring a child into this world, one as clever and as kind as her.

She whimpers, and it's a sound I haven't heard before, a mix of pain and pleasure. As I look up, there’s a trickle of a tear leaking from the corner of her eye.

I kiss the top of her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent at the same time. She moans when I place a kiss a little lower. The single tear still bothers me, but as if she can feel how tense I am she speaks.

"Such a good boy."

I lift my mouth from her with a smirk. "One kiss and look at you. Opening up like a flower."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," she says with a feisty tone, rolling her head back on my bed.

"Inside, I knew there was something good between us. Calling me your good boy makes me fucking crazy."

"Prove it,” she challenges, her eyes daring me to show her.

Leaning down, I flick my tongue over her clit before glancing up at her flushed face, parted mouth, and closed eyes. I bring my mouth back to her pussy, but this time, I push two fingers inside of her at the same time. Enjoying the way her tight, warm pussy grips me. I continue giving her clit attention while I finger her. Her breathy moans are coming out faster. With each swirl of my tongue on her swollen clit, her back arches, and she pushes her breasts up to me. A silent beg for attention. My hand skims her stomach until I find the left nipple and tweak it, causing another whimper.

"Please don't stop," she commands, gripping a handful of my hair and bringing my head between her thighs to where she wants me.

"Never." My head settles between her legs, my hands on them firmly to keep them parted as she moans at every thrust of my finger or every suck of her clit.

Her thigh muscles tremor, just before she tightens her grip on my hair as she cries out. “Oh my God, that’s so… good.”

It doesn't take long and she's rocking her hips, chasing her orgasm and calling my name.

“Is this what good boys do?” I curl my fingers over her G-spot as I rub her clit with my tongue, loving every moment of this. My cock is harder than ever.

“Yes,” she cries, rubbing her pussy harder on my face. “I’m so close.”

“Come. Let me taste you,” I beg before licking her clit just as her orgasm tears through her and I feel her coming on my tongue.

When her body stops convulsing, I crawl up, and her blissful face is hot as fuck.

My cock is leaking, and I don't want to come without being inside her, so I grab a condom from my bedside table and roll it on.

As soon as I’m back on the bed, she pushes me until I'm lying down. This shift in power is a delightful change. I let her have her moment. She maintains eye contact as she grabs my cock, lifts her hips, and slowly takes me in. As I watch my dick enter her, it's intoxicating. She's tight like a vise, but she sets the pace, edging herself ever so slowly down to when she's almost taken all of me. Her hands rest on my stomach for stability.

I watch the last bit of me go inside, and when she's fully seated, I wait a minute before she adjusts. As she rocks her hips, I rock the opposite, and that friction has her moaning my name in a long drawn-out pant. "Haaarveeey."

"So fucking tight."

My hands are on her hips as she rocks faster, and I feel her thighs tense around me as she quickens her pace. She’s chasing her orgasm, and it isn't long before she's quivering and calling out.

As her orgasm rolls through her, mine hits me hard, and I grip her hips, holding her there as I empty.

Her eyes flutter open, and a sexy smirk lifts the corner of her lip as our gazes meet.

She trembles when I pull out, dropping her head in the crook of my neck, trying to suck in deep lungfuls of air. I run my hands up and down her back.

Disconnecting briefly so I can dispose of the condom, I come back and pull her up farther on the bed so I can hold her.

"Here I was, thinking you were cocky and controlling," she says, breaking the silence.

I click my tongue. "There's something blissful about handing over control. It's so fucking freeing. And baby, you need someone to take control over you every once in a while, to free your soul.”

She gives me a look, as if to say,how the fuck would you know…

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