Page 91 of The Reluctant Billionaire
I undo my screw-in dress shirt buttons at the speed of light and lose my shoes, socks and trousers as Lotta locates some hidden zip over her arse. Then she’s undone the neck of her dress and the entire thing falls to the floor, a heavy emerald curtain that leaves her stunning body on display in just a green lace thong.
Jesus fucking Christ.Sorry, St Aidan, for the blasphemy.
She’s in my arms in a second and on the rug a second after that. I crouch over her and peel the thong down her shapely legs, leaving her stark naked aside from those green fuck-me heels and her jewellery, and oh my God. I have never, ever seen anything more beautiful, or carnal, or inviting in my life.
‘Aide.’ Unbelievably, she’s looking at me with what seems like an equally spellbound, ravenous expression. She reaches out for me with both arms and I crawl over her like a fucking predator.
And I am.
Because I am going to fucking devour her.
I sink down, bracing on my elbows so I can dip my head and take as much of one glorious tit as possible in my mouth. There’s no finesse. I don’t have time for it. I’m shaking with need. I lave at her skin, I suck on her nipple, I grind against her with my lips and tongue and beard and she’s fucking crying out and writhing under me, pushing her tit into my mouth as she winds her legs around me and attempts to pull me against that needy, glorious pussy. A stiletto heel digs into my arse, and the sharp pain has the flames of my desire licking higher.
Jesusfuck.
I release her nipple and find her lips as I crash my mouth down upon hers, invading it with my tongue, ravaging it and swallowing up her incredible, throaty whimpers. Sliding one hand under that fine arse of hers, I hold her in place as I position myself at her entrance. I’m hard as fuck and I’m being too hurried, but she’s already slick and ready, thank God, and I push in. Hard.
Oh my God. Oh my sweet mother of Christ.
She is so fucking tight. As her intimate muscles clench around me, and she gasps into my mouth, I experience a jolt of pleasure so intense it almost has me blacking out.
‘Fuck,’ I mumble. ‘You okay?’
‘Fuck me, honey.’
‘I won’t last,’ I say hoarsely, because the climax of heat, of pressure at the base of my spine and in my balls is almost upon me, I can tell.
‘I need it hard,’ she pants. ‘I’m close. Just—oh myGod.’
Godis what she says as I take her invitation at face value, pulling almost all the way out of her and ramming back home as hard, as roughly as I possibly can.
I’m a fucking animal. I have this impossibly beautiful, delicate creature writhing below me, impaled on my cock, and I won’t rest until I’ve railed her so hard she won’t walk fordays. Fucking hell. I’m barely conscious, barely functioning. My primal brain takes over and I do all I’m capable of, which is kissing this beautiful woman while I rut into her, hard as I can.
Her hands are around my arse too, working in tandem with her heels to keep me driving into her. Her moans are wilder, deeper than most of her orgasms. Her touch spurs me on. Her cries spur me on. The unfuckingbelievable sensation of her interior walls sucking me in spurs me on.
I’m close.
Jesus, I’m so close.
Our skin slicks damply together as we move in tandem. My rhythm is punishing, but I couldn’t slow down if I wanted to. I’m in freefall. I’ve ceded all control to the most ancient parts of my makeup.
‘I’m—I’m—oh my God!’ she cries, and then she’s convulsing around me, her walls squeezing my dick all the way to heaven as her long nails dig into my arse cheeks. It’s too much, too much sensation, and emotion, and intensity.
Too mucheverything.
I freeze for a second as the white-hot blaze of my orgasm races through my balls and down my dick and then I’m bucking and rutting like a fucking madman, spilling myself into Lotta’s willing, miraculous body until I’m emptied. Wrung out.
I collapse on top of her, speechless and dazed, kissing her neck. Smoothing her ponytail. We’re both slick with sweat. She runs her hands up my back and hugs me as hard as she can.
I never want to leave this place.
LOTTA
The glow in my heart is real this morning.
The spring in my step belies the tenderness between my legs.
Because, clearly not content with having movie-star looks, a heart of gold and a brain that’s frankly terrifying, my boyfriend has to be the best kind of animal between the sheets.
