Page 46 of Billionaire Romantic
“Noah,” I moan. “Noah, I’m going to come.”
“For me and only me, Lucky Irish. Say it.”
God, I’m so close.
“Tell me how much you fucking love riding my cock, baby girl. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Fuck me hard, Noah Steel. Please make me come. I need it so much.”L. Emerson wouldn’t dream of talking dirty. But Lucky Irish fuckinglovesit.“I love how your giant cock feels when you spill your seed inside me. I only come for you and?—”
His cock drives deep, filling me so thickly, I cry out. I writhe back against him, loving howfull hemakes me feel. My body was made for him. Every ridge and vein is somehow in tune with all the secret triggers I own. He thrusts again, forcing the pain-flicked pleasure to another insane peak as his fingers pull and swirl.
The hot wave rolls through my body. I writhe into it, riding the heat. Bucking. Crying his name. Coming so hard I wonder if I’ll survive it. My pussy works him strongly until I feel the throb of him and the flooding, jetting warmth that surges and overflows.
Our crazy mating—which feels like the only word for it, it’s so needy and lusty—gets more desperate each time. Like our addiction is taking a turn, digging deeper.
After a while, he lazily thrusts into the snug wetness and spins my orgasm intoanotherdeep, brimming rush.
Damn, the man has a gift.
I doze dreamily as he kisses, bites and licks my neck.
Once he’s hard again, he rolls me onto my knees, my head resting on the pillow, knees apart, and he coaxes me into another shattering climax.
We spend the day in bed. We order room service. We talk about everything that comes into our heads. We laugh at each other’s jokes. We take a shower and have more hot sex. We sit out on the roof garden for a while, and he wraps me up in the duvet and holds me on his lap, feeding me chocolate, strawberries and more champagne. Our stories and our laughter come so easily it feels like we’re long-ago best friends who haven’t seen each other for a while and we have a lot to catch up on.
And then we go back to bed, where Noah proceeds to take me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. Pleasure that goes beyond physical into something close to a deep emotional catharsis.
If I’m addicted to what he can do, Noah seems sort of crazed. He’s absolutely voracious. Dirty and lusty and obsessed in a way that comes wrapped in tender adoration. At one point he ties my wrists to the bed. Later, he eases me into a position where he can spank me as he’s fucking me. Then does this thing to me that might actually be illegal in several states. He praises me when I come. He takes care of me after our lovemaking, washing me, murmuring sweet-dirty words and holding me as I cry in his arms because he feels so good.
I don’t overthink it.
I don’t care that we met yesterday.
I refuse to think beyond tomorrow.
I just let it happen.
And with every hot glance, every smile that he gets out of me so very easily, every kiss and every crashing wave of soul-touching pleasure, I fall just a little bit deeper in love with Noah Steel.
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“Okay,so you don’t go to the movies because you’re too busy. You have three brothers. You occasionally go to museums and you like the Impressionists. And you’re extremely good in bed. What else should I know about you? What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue.”
It’s Sunday, maybe early afternoon. I’m in the gigantic space-age jacuzzi tub and Noah is gently, carefully rinsing my hair. He ordered us breakfast in bed, we made love again and then he ran us a bath, carrying me in and insisting on pampering me.
“What shade of blue?” I’m reclined on a molded seat in the tub with jets massaging me. My head rests on a built-in pillow. “It’s my favorite color too.”
“It is?” Noah’s strong fingers massage my head as he rinses more shampoo from my hair.
“Yes. My living room is Mediterranean Skies and my bedroom is European Summer.”
“That’s very specific.”
“It’s one of my hobbies, poring over paint samples and wallpaper swatches. I’m a little obsessed.”
“So you’re going to open a high-end interior design business for very select clients when you start having all your magical babies but still want to use your creativity and occasionally re-enter the real world outside the haven of your beautiful home. But only when you feel like it.”
