Page 152 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

I gripped his hair. “Baby . . .”

“Yes, darling?”

“You're spoiling me.”

He chuckled lightly as he dragged his nose between my breasts. “Should I stop?”

“No, don't stop.”

He slipped his fingers beneath my shorts to stroke my clit. I gasped and arched my back, my hips jolting forward before I could control them. His lips swept down to my right nipple and caressed it, forcing me to arch farther. I rested my hands above my head as he pleasured me. There was nothing better than having him all over my body, running his fingers in every direction possible.

As he slid a finger inside me, I groaned. I grabbed at the headboard, searching for a place to put my hands. I wasn't sure where exactly to grab. His lips traveled south to the waistband of my shorts where he paused while he tugged my shorts down with his free hand. He unfurled his tongue and licked my clit in feathery strokes, causing me to part my legs wider.

I ran my fingers through his hair. I tried to keep my thighs from clenching, but I could no longer control the reactions of my body. He commanded every part of me. He controlled my response and my pleasure. And I happily let him do it. I surrendered control to him as I might to a higher power.

His finger glided seamlessly in and out of me. As he fingered me, he continued lapping at my clit, circling it generously with his tongue. I watched him kiss and suck intermittently, my eyes rolling back every so often when he hit a sweet spot.

I gripped his hair. “Come back.”

He slurped. “What's that?”

“Come back and make love to me.”

He withdrew his finger and glided up my body. He wiped his lips and then kissed me, sighing into our embrace. I feverishly removed his pants and dropped his boxers, grabbing his erect cock. He groaned and thrust into my hand. I stroked him rhythmically for a few seconds before parting my legs wider and inviting his cock into my entrance.

He floated inside me, filling me up. I gasped and hugged his shoulders as he submerged his cock into me. Within seconds, he picked up a steady beat. He reared back his hips and gently thrust into me, propping himself up with his hands.

He pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I cupped his face. His hair fell into his eyes and I stroked it back, revealing his gorgeous eyes. I met his gaze as he pumped faster, inspiring my brows to knit together. I parted my lips to speak but only moans erupted from my throat. I was well past words. I couldn't express to him how I felt in any other way than strained utterances.

He surged into my entrance. My desire doubled as his cock twitched inside me, signaling his oncoming release. I wanted him to explode inside of me. I struggled to hang onto him as he thrust into me, his cock probing deep into my muff. Each of his thrusts coaxed a moan from my lips and I couldn't contain my excitement. I was on the very edge of reality.

That's what he did to me—he transported me. He took me away from the world and into the universe beyond, showing me how our pleasure could connect us. My moans raised in pitch. I gripped his shoulders, closing my eyes as the electricity crackled in my pelvis.

He growled low and long, burying his face into my neck.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Come inside me.”

“Oh . . . God . . .”

He exploded. I erupted with him, my hips thrusting in tandem with his. I felt him fill me up and I bayed, throwing my head back into my pillow. Within seconds, he collapsed on top of me, panting into my neck.

I smiled wide. “That felt so good.”

“Beyond good.”

“It was delightful.”

“Transcendent.”

I grinned. “Wow, that's such a nice compliment.”

He chuckled. “And all because you wanted a yacht.”

“Darling, I never said a yacht.”

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