Page 99 of Billion Dollar Dispute

“I won’t be kissing you again. This time, I will be consuming you.”

As much as I thought I didn’t want him, he's wormed his way through cracking splinters of the wall I built, proving himself to be different than any other guy.

“No?” I ask, as he grabs my hand from my waist and walks me to the big mirror.

As I stare at my hideous body in the reflection, he stands behind me. When he presses a warm, wet kiss on my left shoulder, it sends a shiver through me that makes my eyes rollback. His lips trail over my skin, each kiss igniting a spark, until he reaches my ear. Then he moves to the right, repeating the same tender touches. My head rolls from side to side, loving the sensation of his lips and care he’s showing me.

His fingers move to my bra, slipping the straps from my shoulders, as we hold each other’s gazes in the mirror. As the intensity rises so does my breath. The moment he unclasps my bra, it falls to the floor with a soft thud. My nipples pebble into tight buds from the cool air hitting my hot skin.

He rolls my nipples between his fingers, causing me to moan and arch into his firm pinch. I’m achy and desperate as he massages my breasts.

“Open your eyes,” he rasps hungrily.

I hesitate, but then follow his command, watching his hand glide down over my ribs until he touches the top of my cotton briefs. I focus on breathing and not on my prominent ribs, hips, bones, or worse, my scar.

When he pushes the briefs down, I don’t hear the sound of disgust. No, his chest rises and falls rapidly as he groans my name. I stand naked in more ways than one. The lights are on, and I’m pushing past all my fears with him. I can’t believe I didn’t ask for the lights to be turned off so he didn't have to see me.

His hands skim my thighs, hips and waist, and I watch as they touch my scar.

“Beautiful.”

I choke but quickly swallow the sound. His fingers are buttery soft and ticklish over my scar. He’s entranced by it.

“Chad came from here?”

“Yes. An emergency C-section.” My voice is shaky and distant like it doesn’t belong to me.

His hand leaves my waist and holds my stomach, while the other hand moves from my scar to the top of my pussy.

“Harvey,” I pant, desperate to put me out of my misery.

“What do you want, buttercup?”

“I want you to touch me,” I whimper.

A growl rips from his throat. “Fuck yes.”

His finger skims down to my clit, where he rubs it in slow, hard circles. When I’m a mess and begging for more, he moves his hand to slide through my wet pussy and he doesn’t pause until he sinks two fingers inside me.

“Oh my God. Harvey?” I call out. This feels like an out-of-body experience.

His thick fingers move in a drugging way that has me needy.

“Is this what you wanted? My fingers buried deep inside your pussy?”

He quickens his pace slightly and brings his two fingers high up and down along my front wall in a come hither. My legs tremble beneath him… He’s hit the spot. He doesn’t stop.

“Yes-s.”

“Good, because it's exactly what I’ve wanted to do to you.”

Goosebumps erupt across my skin and my walls tighten at his intruding fingers, my orgasm building.

“Your pussy is so hungry,” he grumbles in a deep, strained voice as he rubs my clit with the palm of his hand with every thrust of his fingers.

My body is vibrating, and my lower back is aching. I’m so close. He’s holding me tightly against him as my legs tremble. I can’t miss the way his erection rubs against my back. But he touches a part inside me, and I crumble. The noises coming out of me are so unfamiliar. Pure pleasure with a bit of pain. Tearing my heart into pieces. This is the moment I believe that this thing between us could be real. I can trust him. He’s picked me up and cared for me in more ways than one. It’s hard to deny my feelings any longer. He never put himself before me. No, my pleasure was what he wanted. And there's something so sweetthat sparks a twinge inside my heart. Something I haven’t felt in a long time has come back alive.

Warm liquid hits my back, and a final spasm leaves me, knowing he came without me even touching him. There’s something extremely sexy and powerful, knowing he was that turned on by my body that he came just from fingering me.

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