Page 98 of The Playboy Billionaire

“Most definitely,” I say breathlessly.

I gasp as he twists his hips, hitting spots I’ve only dreamed of or read about. No vibrator or partner I've known can do what this man does with his magic cock.

I let my hands explore his muscled body, my legs wrapping around his hips as I grip his ass kneading and moulding with my hands.

Caleb’s mouth finds mine and we fall into a seductive kiss, one that goes with the slower rocking of our bodies. I slide a hand up and into his hair. We continue to move together, the sound of our passion, echoing around us.

He rolls us until I’m sitting astride him, our bodies still joined. This position moves him deeper, and I draw in a sharp breath. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.

I look down to find him watching me. He links our handsas I move on top of him. I take our hands and interlocked fingers, pressing them down next to his head, using my muscles to rock and ride the man beneath me, my clit rubbing against his body. I feel the pressure build again. Caleb swells inside me and I gasp.

“That’s it, little dancer. Ride me…”

With his words spurring me on, I pick up the tempo, rocking, rising, and falling until we’re both panting. Caleb jerks beneath me, shuddering, his muscles locking. His beautiful face is locked in pure ecstasy. The feel of his body coming tips me over the edge, and I follow rapidly behind him, milking his cock, heightening my own pleasure.

I drop forward, my forehead resting against his. Both of us working to catch our breath.

I pull up, letting Caleb flop forward against his stomach.

“Oh shit,” I say, Caleb pressing up and almost head-butting me.

“The condom,”

The condom has split. Our vigorous pounding has taken its toll on the latex sheath.

Caleb’s eyes widen.

“I’m clean,” he says quickly. “I get tested regularly.”

I don’t want to delve too deeply into that statement.

“I am, too,” I say.

I haven’t been with anyone apart from Caleb for a couple of years. What with the dance studio and a lack of funds, my social life has been stagnant.

“Er…” Caleb looks at me questioningly.

“Don’t panic. I’m on birth control. I have the coil fitted. Less of a problem with periods and dance classes.”

I’d made the choice a while back when my periods had become a problem on my course. Leotards, leggings and heavy periods had not gone well together. One of myteachers had made the recommendation, and I hadn’t looked back.

Caleb nods.

He should realise there’s no way I’m risking a pregnancy. Foster kid here… the single parent game is not one I’m interested in.

I move off Caleb and watch as he grabs a tissue, removing the evidence, before dropping it into the bin.

Before I know what he’s doing, he’s scooped me up and is heading into his en suite. The room is opulence on steroids, with its claw bath, double sink unit and walk-in shower with more jets than I can count. The wall is all glass - one way, according to Caleb. We can look out over the city, the lights twinkling.

Caleb switches on the shower, stepping us into the water. His mouth captures mine, his lips soft and soothing. I sink into his kiss, my nipples hardening as he pulls me against him. This man is insatiable, but then who am I to talk? I’m already two orgasms in and I’m prepping for a third.

Grabbing the soap, Caleb worships my body. The only way I can describe it is he’s taking care of me. I let him, savouring each sweep of his hands and lips.

It’s my turn and I follow suit. Although I let my desire from earlier, rise to the forefront, now I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, cleaning him until he’s panting above me. His fingers flexing against the tiled walls.

I let him go with a pop.

“I don’t go bareback,” he says.

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