Page 54 of My Cruel Billionaire

I carried her out of the penthouse and up the steps leading to the observation deck. I set Jenna down facing away from me, her hands resting on the rails.

“I love this view,” she said with a sigh. “I always did.”

She reached behind herself and pulled me in closer. I enveloped her in my embrace as we looked out over the city. The glowing lights remained static or moved along with the flow of traffic.

“You ever wonder if there are a lot of other people pretty much doing what we’re doing right now?” her soft voice was as translucent as moonlight.

“I don’t know. I’m only worried about us right now.”

“I’d like to think a lot of people are,” she said.

I thought about it for a moment.

“Me too.”

I swept my hands over and cupped her perfect breasts. She smiled, leaning her head back as her silken mane trailed down my shoulder. I kissed her on the back of the neck as her cry of passion was carried away by the wind and the traffic.

Jenna wriggled her bottom, her hands playing with my cock. I groaned as she stroked the shaft with expert aplomb. I so loved it when she played with me like this. This used to be a pose we would hold for quite a while, both of us able to enjoy the view.

Of course, sometimes she would wind up staring at the street below, when I bent her over the rail and took her from behind.

She continued to writhe like a serpent, winding her coils about me as it were. I bit her shoulder just hard enough to remind her I was in charge. A shiver passed through Jenna’s body as I worshiped her body with my own.

I was so erect at that point it hurt. I needed to put my cock inside of her in the worst way. I put my hand on the nape of Jenna’s neck and pushed her forward. She went with the motion, laying her elbows on the railing.

My legs trembled with need as I pushed my cock between her quivering pussy lips. Jenna’s mouth flew open as I glided inside of her. I groaned at the tightness of her warm, dripping-wet pussy. My eyes watered as she convulsed, her greedy pussy drawing me in even further.

I thrust into her as the traffic crawled on below us. Her earlier comment returned to my mind. Perhaps we were like gods on Mt. Olympus, fucking our brains out while looking down on the mere mortals below.

Before, when I’d made love to Jenna, I had still thought of her as a subordinate. As someone I could both possess and control.

Now I sort of saw her as someone at least approaching my own level, I supposed. Maybe that changed things, or maybe I really had changed as much as I said I had earlier.

All I knew was, it was the best sex of my life.

I gripped her hips tightly, my fingers sinking into her soft skin. Jenna ground herself against me, finding a rhythm to match my own. Our bodies worked together trying to reach that perfect synchronicity of which so many speak.

Then we hit it. I don’t know quite how it all came together, no pun intended, I only know that it did. All of a sudden we were just in perfect sync. Both of us opened our mouths and gave voice to our passion. It felt so good I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I had never felt so connected to anyone in all of my life. Not once, ever. In that moment I loved being inside of her more than anything. I felt as if I had been born to be inside of her, to please her and take care of her. Don’t get me wrong, it was fantastic for me, too.

I just found that her pleasure was more important than my own. On some level it tried to bother me, but I wouldn’t let it stop me from making love to her all night long.

I came hard, groaning as my legs semi-buckled. My weight crushed her down onto the railing, and she came even harder. Her cries could not have been heard by those below, and yet they would have been shocked by the sheer intensity and volume.

Her pussy clamped down on me hard as a vice and then contracted in a series of spasms. I filled her up as I just seemed to keep on coming myself. At last I collapsed over her, both of us panting in unison.

“I remember that, yeah,” she said dreamily.

I pulled her back into my arms and we heaved together, almost stumbling and falling over. In a way I wouldn't have minded. That would have been a hell of a moment to go out on.

I took her back downstairs, where we both drank a full glass of magnetized imported water a piece and then we explored more memories in the workout room. And the shower. And the outdoor terrace again.

I made sure she came every time, and took good care of her. It was really important to me that she enjoy herself. I wanted her to feel so good we could put the grimness of the theft and the conflict resulting from the merger from our minds.

We laid there together for quite a while once our passions cooled. Or to be blunt, our spirits were willing but our bodies needed some rest.

She stroked my cheek and just looked me in the eyes for a long time. It was sweet, and tender, and my heart softened for her in ways it never had before. I hoped she would give my offer some thought, and try to make things work between us.

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