Page 82 of BillionHeir
His eyes search my face as he takes a tentative step closer to me. “How could I not?”
“I just . . . I—I love you, too,” I say finally, feeling a sense of freedom at finally saying it out loud.
“Really?” he asks, his voice nearly a whisper as a smile slowly spreads across his face.
I nod as a huge smile overtakes my face as well. If anyone could see us right now, they would probably think we were a pair of lunatics. Thankfully, we are well isolated in the confines of this extravagant penthouse suite, blissfully alone.
“Say it again,” he whispers, just before we kiss.
“I love you,” I say more confidently against his lips.
He sighs before kissing me again. “Oh, Chloe, I love you, too. So fucking much.”
“Max,” I whisper, his name coming out as a plea.
“I want you so badly right now,” he says, pulling me back in for another scorching kiss.
“Please,” I respond, moaning as one of his hands tangles in my hair. I don’t even care that he is messing it up.
His other hand moves to my back and lowers the zipper on my dress, loosening the tight bodice. When he slides the delicate straps down my shoulders, the dress drops to the floor and pools in a glistening golden heap around my feet. I look down and giggle, stepping out of the material and sliding it away gently.
A chill of excitement runs down my entire body as I stand before him in nothing but a black lacy thong. My nipples are hard and sensitive, aching for his touch. I see the ravenous look on Max’s face before he is on me once again, pulling me back into his arms.
I immediately start to unbutton his shirt, eager to free him from his clothing as well. As he takes off his shirt, I unclasp his belt, unbutton his pants, and push them to the ground. His boxer briefs leave little to the imagination with his erection straining against the fabric, practically begging me to release it.
Lucky for him, I want the same thing.
I kneel on the floor in front of him and reach for his waistband, pulling his underwear down his thighs until his manhood is revealed. I look up and make direct eye contact with him, licking my lips seductively as I take him in my hand and start to stroke. When his eyes roll into the back of his head, the sense of power I feel knowing that I have this kind of effect on one of the wealthiest men in the world is extraordinary.
The fact that he loves me, a nobody from nowhere, is crazy to me. But I believe him. He has done more than enough to show me just how precious I am to him.
I lean forward and open my mouth wide to fit his thick head between my lips. I continue to stroke him with my hand as I work my mouth down his impressive length until he hits the back of my throat. It makes me gag slightly, but I keep him held in my mouth as I rub my tongue against the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he groans, reaching out to tangle his fingers in my hair once more, holding tightly as I bob my head up and down on him.
I make a show of the wet sloppy sounds, moaning erotically as I give him the most enthusiastic blowjob of my life.
When he loosens his grip and steps back to pull himself out of my mouth, I look up at him with a pouty lower lip.
“Hey!” I protest.
“As much as I love fucking your mouth, I want to feel that magnificent pussy of yours even more.”
The gravelly tone of his voice sends chills throughout my body. I have never felt more desirable than I do when Max looks at me. He makes me feel like I am a goddess.
Without warning, he reaches down and picks me up from the floor, carrying me into the bedroom where he unceremoniously deposits me on the enormous bed.
I don’t even have time to get my bearings before he climbs up between my legs and hovers over me with a ravenous look on his face.
“My turn.” It sounds like a threat, but I am well aware of just how safe I am in his arms.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I answer cheekily.
Max’s eyes glitter in the dim room. I am surprised again when he grabs a hold of my hips and twists me onto my stomach then pulls me up on all fours. I start to giggle, but my breath is stolen from my lungs by the sharp sting of a slap on my ass.
“Max!” I gasp, both scandalized and turned on.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, his voice a full octave lower than usual. I think I could probably get off on his voice alone if I really tried.
