Page 78 of Resisting the Billionaire

“I need you,” she cries, gripping my hair tightly.

You love me, I think, keeping that to myself as I speed up. Is it too soon for that? We’ve known each other barely a month and been intimate far less than that.

But sometimes, there’s no reasoning with your heart.

I continue plunging in and out of her, finding her clit with my thumb to give it a gentle nudge.

“Right there,” she gasps, her hips arching off the bed.

I press down more firmly, sucking a nipple in my mouth as I build her up, massaging her clit until she cries out, “Don’t stop. Oh my God, don’t stop.” More nonsensical words issue from her as she crests, interspersed with harsh pants and my name. There’s nothing I’ve wanted to hear more in my life than my name on her lips as she comes for me.

Her eyes squeeze shut, cheeks flushed and curls spread wildly over my pillow as her body eventually goes boneless, hands clinging to my shoulders. A possessive sense of fulfillment runs through me at her obvious pleasure, more than I’ve ever experienced. With Mackenzie, everything is deeper, sharper.

I finally divest her of her undergarments, taking in the beauty of her nude figure, then hop off the bed to remove my pants and grab a condom out of my nightstand drawer.

She turns over to watch me roll it on, her gaze alight with heat. A man could get used to that kind of look.

“Do you know how incredibly sexy you are?” she asks.

“I may have been told that once or twice,” I grin, my eyes cataloging the dip of her waist, the small thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs, the creamy perfection of her skin. Now that this moment is finally here, I almost can’t decide where to start. Exploring every inch of her is on the list for later, but the overwhelming urge to be inside her takes precedence over everything else.

“Are you ready for me?” I lean down to give her a long, thorough kiss, the taste of her already familiar, essential.

“I’m ready,” she whispers against my lips, laying back against the pillows and parting her thighs.

I take a moment to look my fill at her seductive pose, then position myself at her entrance, slowly filling her. “You’re the one who’s sexy,” I murmur in her ear. “Everything about you. Especially this tight, wet pussy.”

She grips my upper arms as I feed myself into her, her warmth enveloping me until I’m all the way to the hilt.

“Yes,” she breathes, locking eyes with me. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“You don’t have to wait anymore.” I lean down till my chest brushes against her bare breasts, capturing her mouth in a hot kiss.

We move in tandem, our bodies in sync as I plunge in and out of her, taking my time at first, teasing us both until she demands, “Faster.”

Well, how can I refuse that request?

I bring one of her knees up close to her chest to change the angle of my thrusts, positioning myself so I can grip both her hips, holding her steady as I pick up the pace.

She lets out a long moan, arching her back in pleasure, and brings her hands above her head to grasp the pillow, gaze hot on me.

I want to consume her, learn every part of her as we continue, my movements turning nearly savage, unable to get enough of her. I can’t go slow anymore, not when I finally have her underneath me, when she’s finally mine.

A tingle races down my spine, signaling I’m close, and I have to look away from the way those breasts I’ve waited so long to see are bouncing, the way her back is bowed in pleasure.

I have to stop myself from listening to her panting breaths, the way she whispers words of encouragement under her breath.

I have to resist the temptation to lean down into the crook of her neck and find out if her scent of gardenias has intensified, taste the forming beads of perspiration on her sweet skin.

Any of that will push me over the edge. And I can’t do that until she comes for me again.

I thrust into her, bringing a hand between our bodies to tease her clit once more, her desire ratcheting higher until her arms are tense, gripping the headboard behind her tightly, her knuckles nearly white.

“It’s too much. I can’t- I can’t,” she sputters, a deep wrinkle between her brows.

“You can,” I tell her, stroking more insistently. “I’ll give you everything you need. Trust me.”

“I do. I promise, I do.” She squirms, body twitching as a keening cry escapes her, tumbling over the edge.

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