Page 43 of Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance

“Yes, please.”

He poured me a glass and I sipped on it lightly.

“How often do you come out here?”

“Not as often as I’d like. I spend most of my free time down at the gallery collecting art, and when I’m not, I’m usually at the office.”

“Another way to woo the ladies, huh?”

“That depends, are you wooed?”

It reminded me of the conversation we’d had and how he never failed to amaze me. It made me wonder just how many other women he had out here and how many of them he didn’t call the next day after he’d slept with them. I tried not to let it bother me, sipping on my champagne, enjoying the sunshine and the light, undulating movement of the boat on the water, but he knew something was wrong.

“What’s on your mind, Kat?”

“No, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I said, with a soft smile.

“You can tell me.”

“Why didn’t you call me after the night after we-”

“I didn’t call you because I was an idiot. Every time I got close to a woman in the past, they’d either be after my money, my status, or they’d just want to bleed me dry. I’ve had a terrible track record with the women I did date and I promised myself I’d never get tied down. My father always said it made me look weak, and even though he was married to my mother, it was like he never saw that for me. It was all business to him. At first, I didn’t mind, but then I met you. I didn’t call because I was scared. I was scared of how you made me feel, and at the time, I didn’t want anyone to have that much power over me,” he confessed.

I leaned in, feeling my cheeks blush intensely.

“And now?”

“Now, I just want you. I don’t care what that means. I don’t care what happens. I just want you.”

He pulled me in close and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his lips press against mine. He caressed my cheek, his tongue toying with mine as he laid me down right on the bow of his yacht while I melted into him. There was nothing but water for miles, and the soft crashing of the current lulled me. I ran my fingers through his soft brunette hair, helping him unbutton his shirt and he smiled.

“You sure?”

“Just don’t run away this time,” I said.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He undid the ties at my shoulders and I slipped out of my sundress. As the thin fabric exposed my body, Preston showered every inch of my skin with kisses, making me shiver with pleasure. Every kiss ramped up the heat inside of me, making me want him more and more.

He untied my bikini top, taking my breasts into his hands, devouring them with his eyes, and then into his mouth as he sucked on my nipples lightly. It felt so good to be so close to him again. Quiet moans escaped my lips as his tongue went clockwise around my areola. I buried my fingers in his hair as Preston’s hands traveled down my spine and pulled down my bikini bottoms.

Suddenly, I gasped as a pleasurable bolt of pain penetrated my flesh. Preston bit my nipple so gently and yet it was enough for my body to shudder from desire. His fingers burrowed in the flesh of my ass, as his strong hands raised me up in the air. I felt absolutely weightless in his arms as my legs instinctively wrapped around his strong core.

Preston let go of my nipple and kissed me like he never kissed me before. It felt like he was barely holding himself back, like there was a beast inside of him that I was about to release.

He put me down on the table and spread my legs, trailing kisses down my body until he got to the small of my stomach. He didn’t even hesitate, kissing the inside of my thighs before making his way to my pussy lips. They were absolutely soaked in anticipation of what he was about to do, of the release that would inevitably follow soon enough.

I let out a soft moan, running my fingers through his hair, his head between my legs as he sucked on my clit. He kept me on my toes by drawing hieroglyphics with his tongue, finding more and more ways to make me moan in ecstasy. I felt his fingers reach up, slipping inside my wet pussy, and I shut my eyes, trying to catch my breath. Preston moved faster and faster, bringing me closer and closer to the verge of orgasm… but I didn’t want to go there just yet. Not before I tasted him again.

He got up, slipping out of his pants to reveal his long, rock-solid dick and I took it between my hands, getting down on my knees to suck it. My lips wrapped around the head and I began slowly devouring it. Preston’s cock was so thick that I could barely fit it in my mouth, but I enjoyed every square inch of it. As his burning hot rod got deeper and deeper in me, my tongue trailed the roadmap of veins and I heard Preston moaning with pleasure.

He grabbed a handful of my hair while I enjoyed how incredible he tasted. I began sucking Preston’s dick like there was no tomorrow and I could feel his heartbeat go faster by the throbbing of his cock. I lost myself in rhythmic movements of my head, swallowing my man’s dick and enjoying every cry of pleasure that came from his mouth. His hand holding my hair controlled my movements and he made me go faster and faster, until he held my head still and began literally fucking me in my mouth. With every movement he made me his and I couldn’t wait until the moment he would claim the rest of my body.

“You drive me crazy, Kat, I can’t control myself.”

Preston pulled out and I relished in the scent of his cologne as he laid me back down. His strong hands immediately spread my legs and I felt his titanium-hard cock against my pussy lips. The flame of passion in my pussy began burning so hot that I barely held myself back from planting myself on his dick.

He slowly moved his rod up and down with a mischievous grin on his face, teasing me. Preston knew all too well how much I wanted him inside of me. And yet when he finally impaled me, it felt like the very first time. He slipped his dick inside of me as my wetness coated it well. The pressure made me dig my nails into his arms, like I was fighting the urge to explode with pleasure, and he began thrusting.

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