Page 81 of Unstoppable Billionaire

"I thought you wanted to talk?I need to be dressed.If you take this off…."I let my words trail away.

"What?What will you do if I take this off?"He hums in my ear.

"Fuck you," I whisper.

"Hmm?"He asks, humming again in my ear, pretending he didn't hear me.The tone sends shivers down to my vagina, and the ache starts.

"I will fuck you!That's what."I let his ass go and lay my hands on his to stop him.

He pushes my hands away and finishes undoing the belt.The shirt falls open, and I drop my hands.It slips off, landing in a small pile at my feet, and Aurei drops the belt on top.

"But what if I slam your pretty little dancer ass down and ...."

My heart starts to pound in my chest wildly, and my breath turns to pants."Thunder fuck me?Hard?"

He chuckles, not laughing but humming.

The ache in my pussy is pounding as hard as my heart right now.

"Yes.Thunder fuck you.Hard!"He says as he leans down and kisses my nipple.His touch is anything but hard.It is soft, and sweet, and teasing!

My head falls back, and I arch away from him, giving him my breasts, but I say to him."Aurei.Stop.We have a lot to talk about.You said so yourself."

He cups my tits together."It can wait."His magnetism is turned on high.

For all my willpower in every other aspect of my life, there are only two things I can't seem to control: spontaneous dancing and Aurelius Moore.I am powerless to resist him.I argue, but only with words."No, we shouldn't fuck now.We should wait.We should talk."My hands slide under the waistband to find his cock on their own.The skin is soft and delicate.I can feel the veins.I stroke him softly.There is a wet spot on the end.

Mmm.

His face is so close to my tits as he examines them, I can feel his heat.As he breathes, his breath flows over them, and they sing.He licks only the tip of each, and the soft air of his breath tickles as it caresses the sensitive pink nipple and hardens the cold tip.The sensation causes my skin to come alive and tuned in to my nipples.My knees get weak.

"Stop."I insist, but there is no conviction behind the word, and my hands continue to stroke him.

"Make me."He teases.

"I can't," I admit.

"Can't?Or won't?"

"Both...."

He turns his face and lays his whiskers against my breast.Then he drags them across.The rough, scratching sensation makes me gasp from the perceived pain that instantly becomes pleasure.My knees buckle.

He chuckles with soft laughter as his arms encircle me, and he pulls me back to him.My cold, now super sensitive, tits hit his hot chest, and the new wave of painful pleasure opens my pussy wide, and the throbbing becomes intense.My hunger for him sends my hands back to his briefs, and I snatch at his Calvin Klein's, pushing them off his perfect fucking muscle.I squeeze it hard and moan.My fingers dig in his ass as I pull him to me to grind.

He whispers in my ear."Ho bisogno di te, Siri."

"What does that mean?"I ask him.My voice is so husky I don't recognize it.

"I need you, Siri."

"Sweet Zeus, Father of the fucking Gods...That is so romantic...so sweet!"

"I'm really a sweet guy."

"Tell me again in Italian."

He whispers in my ear."Ho bisogno di te, Siri."

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