Page 93 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

A muffled moan escaped her as he pinched her nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"Good girl," Sawyer whispered, his voice a deep murmur against Ellie's ear. His fingers traced a slow, teasing path along her thigh, his touch featherlight yet searing against her heated skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt something slick slide against her inner thigh, teasing closer to her aching center.

His mouth descended upon her breast, lips wrapping around the taut peak, sucking hard while his other hand squeezed the soft mound. Ellie arched beneath him, the combined sensations making her mind spin.

He lifted his head, piercing eyes locking onto hers with dark amusement.

Her body was shaking, overstimulated yet craving more.

Sawyer’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he reached for his belt, unbuckling it, and undressing with an agonizing slowness.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he hooked his hands under her knees and lifted her effortlessly, spreading her legs wide until her glistening heat was on full display for him.

Ellie trembled, pleasure pooling in her belly. Her body burned with need, her head spinning with the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his touch.

His fingers slipped between her legs, rubbing slow, torturous circles around her swollen clit.

Her breath hitched. God, she needed him. But she wanted him to break first.

Watching her unravel, her body glistening with sweat, Sawyer reached down, wrapping a fist around his hard, throbbing cock. He stroked himself lazily, his gaze never leaving her.

He leaned in, the heated tip of his cock brushing against her sensitive clit. A shockwave of pleasure shot through her, making her legs tremble.

"Mmmh—!" A strangled moan slipped past her lips.

She was so wet that her arousal dripped down her inner thighs, pooling onto the seat beneath her. Sawyer’s gaze darkened, his breathing heavy as he rubbed his thick crown against her entrance, teasing, barely pushing in before pulling away.

Ellie’s body jerked with need. Her fingers curled against the couch. "Sawyer…"

He smirked, gripping her thighs to spread her open even wider. "Yes."

Ellie clenched her jaw, her pride warring with the desperate ache in her core. Then—his thumb brushed over her tightest spot, pressing just enough to make her shudder.

"Oh, God—!" Her whole body convulsed, her thighs quivering.

Sawyer groaned at the sight of her, at how her body trembled, how she was drenched for him, dripping onto the leather seat. He dragged his hands up her thighs, savoring every inch of her before his fingers slid between her folds, feeling the slick, needy heat waiting for him.

Ellie whimpered, her body betraying her. She couldn't take it anymore.

"More." Her voice was a breathless whisper. "Please…"

That single plea shattered his restraint.

"Of course," he rasped, gripping her waist before flipping her onto her stomach, pressing her forward until her forehead touched the couch.

And then—he sank into her.

Ellie gasped, her nails digging into the seat as he stretched her inch by inch, filling her to the brim. The delicious burn made her back arch, her legs trembling.

Sawyer growled low in his throat, his grip tightening on her hips. "Fucking hell, Ellie." His deep, husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.

He pulled out slowly, letting her feel every thick inch of him leaving her drenched heat, before slamming back in, forcing a strangled cry from her lips.

Her body shook.

His next thrust was harder, deeper.

Ellie’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, her vision blurring as he fucked with ruthless, punishing strokes. The couch seat beneath her was slick with sweat, her swollen nipples rubbing against it with every thrust.

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