Page 90 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire
Yes, I was fucking obsessed with Odette Madeline Swan. Correction, Ashford. She was finally mine. My ring on her finger.
I spread her legs and moved between them, her eyes settling on my cock as I rose to my knees. Leaning over her, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand while using my other to line my cock up to her soaking entrance.
Pushing the tip into her, I groaned. “You’re heaven,” I murmured. “My own personal heaven when you’re here, and hell when you aren’t.”
She darted her tongue out, sweeping it over her bottom lip. “Byron, you feel so good.”
I pushed in a bit further, her inner walls clamping around my dick. My heart started to race, thundering against my rib cage. I pushed further inside her, her pussy strangling me.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes rolled back. Her hips bucked under my weight.
“You’re so fucking wet. Is that for me?”
“Yes.”
“Such a good girl,” I murmured, pinning her down with my weight, our gazes burning into each other. She arched her back, her breasts grazing against my chest. “My woman. Say you’re mine.”
“Yes. Yours.”
Her eyes shimmered, pulling me under her spell as I inched in deeper. “Your tight pussy takes my cock so perfectly.” I skimmed my mouth over her graceful neck, down her jaw and over her lips. “Look at us, Madeline.”
“Let me touch you, Byron,” she whispered, her voice trembling. My eyes found hers, and my heart skipped a beat. “I want to feel you.”
Right now, it was as if six years had never passed. I released her wrists, and her hands wrapped around me, her palms roaming over my scarred back.
“You ready?” I rasped, my muscles shaking with the need to bury myself deep inside her.
“Give it to me,” she demanded, arching herself against me. Her moan vibrated right into my heart, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust, filling her to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I grunted. I kissed her neck as I pulled nearly all the way out and pushed deep inside her again. “Your pussy is so tight.”
My mouth traveled from her neck to her ear, to that sensitive spot. She moaned, her eyes on me. That was all I ever wanted. For her to be as consumed by me as I was consumed by her.
Her fingernails curled into my back as I murmured sweet nothings. I kept moving in and out of her, slowly at first, giving her a chance to adjust herself to me. Her hips moved with me, our mouths molding together.
“More,” she panted, begging me. The softness of her touch along my scarred skin sent shivers down my spine. Desire consumed both of us, but it was more than that. It was two hearts beating as one. Two bodies moving as one. “Give me more, Byron.”
She didn’t have to ask again. I slammed my cock all the way into her only to pull out, earning me a disgruntled growl. I took her thighs in my hands and wrapped her long legs around my hips, giving me a better angle. Her hips raised, I pushed back inside her, deeper. My thumb rested against her clit as I powered in and out of her.
“Good girl,” I whispered as I pushed back in, earning myself another gasp from her. She moaned and writhed underneath me, every inch of her on display. “This pussy is mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
I circled her clit as I slid in and out of her, my movements jerky and harsh.
“Oh… Oh…”
“Look at what you do to me.” I thrust in and out of her, my control nonexistent. “You want to come?”
Her pussy strangled my cock greedily, and I feared I wouldn’t last much longer. Every flick of my fingers against her clit matched my movements perfectly. I pushed my cock at the right angle, pushing against her G-spot. Her moans turned frantic. Louder.
“Byron,” she breathed, her eyes watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. “Please, I need to… I need—”
She rotated her hips, trying to get my fingers to move where she wanted them. She rode my cock and hand in sync, unraveling by the second.
“What do you need, baby?”
“You.” Hearing her admission was a rush. It’d never get old. “Please, give me more. Make me come, husband.”
Fuck.
