Page 7 of Dirty Nasty Billionaire: Part 4

Chapter 3

We spend the rest of the reception dancing and drinking and pretending there isn’t anyone else in the room, though of course there is. We get interrupted constantly by people who want to congratulate us or see the ring. And I’m surprised to find that as long as Nixon is holding onto my hand, or has his arm around my waist, gripping my hip, he manages ok with the crowd. Still, when I finally rise up on my tiptoes and whisper into ear, “Wanna get out of here?” I feel him physically unwind.

“Yes please,” he practically purrs back to me.

Nixon takes me by the hand and leads me out to the parking lot and to his black Tesla.

“Oh shit,” I mutter.

“What is it?” he asks.

I sigh. “I’m sharing a hotel room with two of the other bridesmaids,” I say, thinking about how Diana and Audrey are probably already back there, potentially passed out, but definitely not enough to sleep through what I know I want to do with Nixon tonight.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, opening the passenger door for me. I slide in and onto the softest leather seats I’ve ever felt. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a keycard. He flashes me a devilish grin. “I got a suite.”

“Of course you did,” I say, barely able to hide the giddy feeling bubbling up inside me.

We drive at a breakneck pace on roads that border the ocean. Seeing him command the speeding car with authority and ease, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh (and slowly creeping up). It’s seriously turning me on.

By the time we make it to his room, I can’t even be bothered to take in the luxury, which includes a wide balcony that overlooks the ocean and an enormous claw foot tub in the bathroom. All I can think about is getting out of this dress and getting him inside me.

As soon as the door closes behind us, I reach for the hem of his sweater, tugging it over his head until I see his bare chest. I run my hands down his abs, clenching my fingers until my nails leave red streaks in his tan skin. He hisses, his eyes locked on mine, and he grins.

I step back from him and turn, gazing over my shoulder as I sweep my hair to the size. “Get this fucking dress off me,” I say with a devious wink, and he practically lunges for the zipper. Soon my dress is in a puddle at my feet, and while he’s at it, he snaps his fingers on the hooks of my strapless bra.

“Goddamn you have the most gorgeous ass,” he says, gazing down at the black lace thong I’m wearing.

“Well you can follow this gorgeous ass right this way,” I tell him as I tuck a finger into the waistband of his pants, pulling him across the floor to the bed. As soon as we get there, I turn and push him down onto it, so that he’s perched right on the edge. I drop to my knees and unbutton his jeans, tugging at them until they’re off. Then I go for his boxers too. All nine inches of him are hard and ready for me, and as I lower his boxer briefs I let my tongue trail along the underside of his cock.

“Goddammit, Delaney, you’re killing me,” he moans.

“Oh, I’m not done yet,” I tell him.

And then I rise and step back and turn around, so once again he has a perfect view of my ass. Then I slowly bend over, my thumbs hooked in the waistband of lace, as I peel it slowly down my legs for him.

“Holy fuck,” he groans.

I stand up and turn slowly, one hand caressing my breast, the other migrating south until my fingers brush lightly against my clit.

“And to think, all this is yours,” I say, dipping a finger inside and then reaching up to offer it to him. He parts his lips and sucks it inside, moaning as his tongue works across it. “Forever.”

Those ice blue eyes are locked in on mine again, and I search him quickly to see if there’s any hesitation, any regret. But all I see is desire.

And something else.

Love.

I grin and bend down, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “I love you, Nixon Blake. You’re mine.”

A deep growl rolls in his chest, working its way up. He grabs my hips and lifts me into his lap and straight down onto his rock hard cock.

“And now you’re mine,” he says, as he begins thrusting hard up into me. Our little striptease had me soaking wet and ready for him, and I throw my head back, mouth agape, as I enjoy the feeling of his warmth and hardness. It’ like I can feel everything, every ridge and curve of him along the slickness of my pussy. I feel myself stretch around his shaft as he pounds deeper and deeper inside of me, sending me into fits of ecstasy I never thought possible. I come quickly, and then feel my orgasm start to rise again.

“I’m going to come,” he groans, and when I open my eyes and look at him, I see that he’s let go in a way I’ve never seen before. Every other time we’ve been together, he’s been in control. But this time, he’s relinquished that to me. It threads a connection between us that goes deeper than his cock driving into my pussy.

“Yes,” I moan, now riding him, hard and deep. I reach back and grab a fistful of his hair, bringing him back to me, his eyes locked in on mine. “I want you to let go. I want it to feel so good, you can’t hold back.”

And then I press my lips into his, parting his lips with my tongue until we’re connected everywhere, at every space. We move together, me rising and falling on top of him, as I feel him start to tense. And just before he truly lets go, he reaches down and presses his thumb onto my clit, and we come together, connected and crying out. I feel him fill me up with the warmth of his orgasm, his breath shuddering beneath me.

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