Page 41 of Billionaire Romantic
“That’s my good girl.” The husk of his deep voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “You want to come again so fucking bad. You’re trying to get off by rubbing that sweet, wet pussy against my big cock, aren’t you, baby?”
Oh hell. Yes. Yes I am.
The elevator doors slide open and Noah carries me into the suite. All I can think isthank God because I can’t wait another second for more of what he can do.
It’s dark except for the glow of a few low lamps and the city outside the wall of windows. I can vaguely appreciate that the room is palatial and very luxurious.
Noah lays me onto the bed, crouching over me. My arms and legs are still wrapped around him. He holds his weight as his mouth takes mine in another brain-demolishing kiss.
As he kisses me, he lays the full weight of his big body onto mine. My dress has ridden up, my panties are saturated, my legs are wrapped around him and now he’s pressing the length of that colossal hardness against me, forcing my body to cradle himveryintimately.
Staring into my eyes, Noah grinds his big cock against my clit, still slick and hyper-sensitive from the orgasm he already gave me. The rhythmic force of him tips me over another crazy edge. The pleasure blooms in an overflowing swell that crashes through me, each wave more intense than the last.“Noah. Noah,”I hear myself moan.
Okay, I’m officially hooked on this man. I really never knew pleasure could be so extreme.
“Good girl. You’re so fuckinghotfor me, Irish.” The smug smirk somehow entwines with his awed gaze as he stares down at me and smooths my hair, that damn twinkle in his lust-dark eyes. “You okay?”
Once I can manage it, I shake my head.
“No?” His smugness immediately turns to concern. “If you want to take a little break we could order some?—”
“No.” I’m clinging to him as the pleasure still ripples. Ineedhim. I need him to anchor me. You don’t comethathard twice in a row without needing someone to hold onto. I’m new at this. I’m adjusting to being enlightened and reborn.
I can feel his low chuckle,there, where I’m still coming. “Okay, Irish, I get you. You want me to make you come again.”
Slowly, I nod.
“Greedy girl. I can’t blame you for wanting to fast track all those wildest dreams though. Let’s level up.”
Level up?There’s an up? Then again, of course there is. We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.
I need it now.All this time I’ve been missing out onthis. This big, manlybeastwho can make me come so hard with barely a wink of those blue, blue eyes. “Please,” I whisper.
I don’t even know what I’m begging for. I just want tofeel.More of this. More ofhim. After a lifetime of stepping up, playing nice, being alone most of the time and doing whatever I was fucking told, I want to befree. I don’t know how Noah Steel does it but that’s exactly how he makes me feel. Free and safe and so damn good I’m already addicted.
“You’re in good hands, little Irish. I’m going to take such good care of you. Now, be a good girl for me while I take off your dress. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
Noah takes off my dress. He unclasps my bra and pulls it off, murmuring a low oath when he sees me. “My perfect, perfect dream girl. I can’t believe I found you.”
19
The universe might be playingtricks on me, for all I know. I’m half expecting to wake up. To realize that my imagination has fabricated this girl out of thin air and that she’ll suddenly disappear into the hazy mist of some desperation-induced daydream.
But I know for a fact my imagination could never have created such a sublime creature as Lucky Irish.
Her breasts are full and creamy-smooth, her pink nipples taut and rosy. Her stomach is graceful and feminine, not overdone in an abs-of-steel or overworked-gym-bunny kind of way, but natural and womanly. It’s a detail that undoes me. All that talk of babies and surrounding herself with magical little children has shifted something inside me. You hear it on the internet all the time and the phrase might as well be a flashing neon sign inside my brain.When you know, you know.
I want to be the one to do it.
I’ll do it right fucking now if she’ll let me.
I want to plant my seed right here in this perfect girl, with a ferocity I’ve never experienced before.
I’m slayed by the fuckingmagnitudeof her gorgeousness. And by how perfect she is forme. I want her, it’s as simple as that. Not just tonight, but all of it.The knocked up Irish dream girl. The magical babies. A full-to-the-brim home full of laughter, something we both missed out on. I’m never letting this girl out of my sight. I need to convince her to let me give her everything I have.
I almost wish I’d fucking taken care of myself before the date. I’m on fire. My heart pounds against my ribs, like it’s grown too big to fit comfortably in there. And it’s not the only thing that’s uncomfortably fucking big. My cock is hot and painfully engorged.
