Page 29 of My Cruel Billionaire

He shoved his head between my thighs, spreading them wider. I cried out, my hands instinctively going to his thick head of hair. I detected a couple more gray strands than before, but other than that it was still the same luxurious mane I knew.

Michael pulled my panties to the side and then darted his tongue through my throbbing pussy. I moaned deep and low, leaning forward in the chair as my body pressed itself desperately against him.

Michael suckled on my pussy lip, swallowing my juices greedily and with great enthusiasm. His low growls and grunts were almost enough to push me over the edge all by themselves.

He pulled his head back, stretching my labia out until it popped free with a wet sound. Michael dove right back in and this time gave the opposite side the same treatment. I was so close. If he would just lick my clitoris I would cum so hard…

Michael moved up and gently kissed my clit. I cried out, shoved almost over the line, but not quite there.

Then he pursed his lips and enveloped my clit inside their warm embrace. Michael suckled, varying both speed and intensity.

I sucked in a ragged gasp of air as my body spasmed wildly. For a moment I contorted my face and hovered on a plane of cumming so hard that it was almost scary.

Then I let the air out in a sharp, piercing scream. I poured all the ecstasy I felt into that holler and my body experienced the most profound release of my life. The door was wide open, it was hard to imagine that no one had heard us yet.

Michael clamped his hand over my mouth and I screamed into his palm. I squirmed about, eyes squeezing shut as pulse after electric pulse raced through my body.

He lifted his face from my crotch, face dripping with my juices. Michael got to his feet and unzipped his fly. I shivered from the aftershocks of my climaxes, just a helpless ball of putty in his hands.

Only he didn’t use his hands this time. I gasped as he pressed the head of his cock against my wide-open pussy. He growled, locking his eyes with my own and then slid inside of me.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he said. “I want to see the look on your face when I go all the way in.”

He glided in gently, filling me inch by inch. I gasped, clutching at him as I lifted and spread my legs to allow him easier ingress to my pussy. He slid in all the way, and I couldn’t help it, I closed my eyes at the sharp pinch that came from full penetration.

The pinch metamorphosed into a delightful wave of pleasant, fulfilled sensations. Not enough to make me cum again, but enough to pack me a lunch and send me off on the road to one.

Then he thrust into me, slamming the back of the chair into the meeting room table. A deep, guttural groan escaped my throat. It felt so damn good to have Michael inside of me again.

I cried out another orgasm into his hand, and slowly melted off of the chair and into his arms. We wound up sitting on the floor, me on his lap, his back against the heavy water cooler.

It was hard to reckon the cruel, ice-cold billionaire with the tenderness he was showing me now. There were no barriers between us in that instant, and it was wonderful.

“Jenna, I…”

His voice carried a note to it I had never heard before, something so foreign coming out of his mouth that I couldn’t place it. Was it… regret?

“What?” I prompted when he lapsed into silence.

“Maybe… maybe I shouldn’t have fired you.”

Chapter Ten

Michael

I strode through the doors of my main office building, my body brimming with energy. I tried to force what had happened between Jenna and I to the back of my mind, but it was easier said than done.

I stalked across the lobby like a wolf on the prowl. A couple of execs looked up from their phones as I passed, their staring eyes full of fear and mouths gaping open. I was preparing for a meeting with a man who was just as stubborn as I was.

I knew what was going to happen when I got to the meeting. I prepared myself for the coming verbal duel as my secretary informed me that Evan was already waiting for me in my office.

Evan stood behind my desk, the glass surface littered with different devices, printouts, and reports. Behind him, the city skyline shone in the violet hour of dusk. It was a lovely view, too bad his angry scowl ruined it.

“What the hell happened, Michael?”

I bristled at both his tone and accusatory stare. I’d been in many heated discussions inside of board rooms before. Nothing ever got violent, but there were many times when voices were raised and relationships broke forever.

Usually, I was the implacable rock upon which everything and everyone broke. I wore down my opponents through sheer force of will. But on this day, my foe was no ordinary man. He was as rich and as powerful as I was. There would be no easy backing down.

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