Page 6 of My Cruel Billionaire

I cried out, not from pain but from pleasure. It felt good to have him touching me like that. Taking control of me and my body and using that control to make me feel oh so very good. Like I said, the man knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Or the boardroom, as the case may be, which I guess is a double entendre if you’re into that sort of thing.

“Your little pink nipples are getting hard, Jenna,” he said in his velvety soft voice, deep as the ocean. “Why is that?”

“Because… oooh,” I gasped. “Because it feels so good when you touch me.”

He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled deeply. I could feel his need, his desire for me growing by the second. Not literally, as his cock was separated from me by the back of the chair, but I knew him pretty well at that point.

At least I thought I did.

“I could just eat you up,” he growled. His lips kissed my neck, then he nibbled on my earlobe. Meanwhile, his left hand diverted down and passed under the waistband of my skirt. I moaned, arching my back to rear against his touch as he stroked my pussy through the lacy panties.

“You’re so wet,” he said. “You have the best pussy in the world.”

I cried out sharply as a hard twinge ran through my clitoris. I loved it when he said things like that to me. I knew that I was far, far from his first love. I had hopes of being the last, though.

He came from around the back of my chair, his hand still under my skirt. Michael shoved my chair back and it rolled across the floor. His hand came out of my panties, and he lifted his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply.

His pupils dilated, nostrils flaring like a mad bull as he reached down and grabbed me by the biceps. Michael dragged me out of the chair and spun me around, so my butt rested against the edge of the table.

Michael pulled my blouse down. I assisted him, helping to disrobe myself. He stared in wild wonder at the way my breasts were pushed up and exposed by the demi cup bra. Then he buried his face between my breasts.

A shuddering moan escaped my throat as he kissed his way down my belly. I fumbled with the zipper behind my back and undid it just as he started pulling the skirt down. It slid down over my stocking-clad legs to puddle on the floor around my ankles.

I stepped out of it just in time for him to push me firmly back onto the table. He started to take off my panties as well.

“There’s a snap crotch,” I said between heavy pants. I liked the idea of him making love to me in the sexy underwear he’d purchased for me. It made me feel desired and treasured.

He undid the snap, and then stared at my exposed pussy, biting his lower lip as a low growl emanated from his barrel chest.

I gasped as he thrust two fingers inside of me.

“You’re warm and slippery for me, Jenna,” he growled. “Just the way I like it.”

He undid his fly and fished out his rod. I spread my legs and leaned back on my elbows. The projector, still on because no one had wanted to risk his wrath by lingering long enough to turn it off, cast both of our shadows onto the silk screen at the end of the room.

Michael pushed the head of his throbbing member between my wide-open outer lips. A sharp cry split the air as he glided inside of me, opening me up and filling me. It took me a moment to realize the cry had been my own voice.

I threw my arms up over my head as he had his way with me. My eyes squeezed shut as my pussy convulsed hard, as if trying to draw him deeper inside of me. Michael thrust like an expert, modifying his speed and depth depending on my reactions. He knew my body so very well, and I loved every minute of it.

I reared up as he climaxed inside of me, his cock throbbing like a vibrator. Fireworks splashed a dazzling display on the back of my eyelids as I came hard. Michael, mindful of the noise for some reason even though the door was quite thick, clapped a hand over my mouth as I screamed out my orgasm. I screamed again and again into his hand, twisting and writhing like a landed fish as my body was locked in the throes of ecstasy.

He finished, and then stepped away and stowed his cock back in his trousers. Michael and I usually cuddled a little after the sex. The cuddling was almost as good… no it wasn’t, but it was pretty good, and I felt disappointed that I wasn’t going to get it this time.

“Michael?” I said as he finished arranging his clothing into a semblance of normalcy. “I have something important to tell you—”

“We’re done.”

I looked at him for a long moment, then chuckled.

“Yes, I know we’re done, but I really need to—”

“No, I don’t mean we’re done having sex in the meeting room. I mean you and me are done, period.”

I stared at him for a long moment, expecting it to be a joke. Then again, Michael was not known for his sense of humor. My heart broke in two, and the two halves each dropped down to my feet.

“Michael… why? Hasn’t it been good?”

“Oh, it’s been great. Best sex I ever had.”

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