Page 18 of Billionaire Bachelor
The tendons in my neck strain as I maintain a brutal pace, but Idon’t let up. I can feel how close she is to exploding. Her pussy is gripping me like a goddamn vise.
“Oh, Logan, yes! Just like that!” Rosie’s voice is ragged and desperate as she adds, “Please don’t stop.”
“Never, baby. I’m never going to stop.”
I lean down, capturing her lips, our tongues dueling with the same passion as our bodies. Rosie’s nails dig into my back, urging me on. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes throughout the room. The musky scent of arousal with a hint of chlorine floats through the air.
Rosie’s hips buck, matching my rhythm with each glorious thrust. Her breath hitches as she breaks away from my mouth. Her dark chocolate gaze never strays from mine as her pussy contracts around me. and her limbs begin to shake. She screams as her whole body convulses with the force of her release. I slow my pace, her skin flushing as she moans my name over and over. My balls tap against her ass as her orgasm wanes, and I barely give her a moment to recover before I pull out and flip her over.
The urge to climax consumes me, turning me damn near feral at this point. With Rosie’s luscious ass in the air, I line myself up and drive into her like a man possessed. I wrap her silky-soft hair around my fist, pulling on it viciously as I lose myself in the lust and passion that’s taken root within me.
“Fuck, Pip,” I pant. “You’re so goddamn perfect. I never knew it could be like this. I’m so pissed I’ve gone all these years without knowing how well this pretty pussy can take me.”
I spank her ass,hard, and she moans. “You like that, Rosie?”
“God, yes!” she says. “Do it again!”
Jesus. This woman was made for me.
I spank the other cheek, feeling a primal surge when I see my handprints on her ass. “I need you to come one more time before I can let go, Pip.”
She shakes her head. “Logan, I don’t think that’s possible.”
I spank her ass again. “That’s for doubting me.”
I pull her closer, slamming our bodies together as one. With one hand on the middle of her back, holding her chest against the mattress, I use my other hand to spread her cheeks and spit directly on her asshole. Rosie’s writhing beneath me, muttering nonsensically as I play with her, spreading my saliva around, testing and teasing her tight hole. A guttural moan rips from her mouth as I dip my thumb inside, my fingertips resting on her lower back. I thrust harder, my mind focused solely on bringing her to the edge once more before I blow my load.
Her moans become more frantic, urging me to push harder, to take her higher. I feel it then, the ripple of her orgasm building deep within. Rosie’s pussy tightens around my cock, her asshole clenching around my thumb.
“Good girl,” I praise. “That’s my fucking girl. Come for me, Pip. C’mon, baby.I need it.”
A low groan escapes my lips as she hits her peak, triggering my release. Her cunt milks me for all it’s worth, drawing out every drop as she bucks wildly beneath me. When the rush subsides, I pull out and collapse beside her, my heart pounding like a freight train flying down the tracks.
“Wow,” Rosie breathes, “who knew you were so dirty? That was…”
“Only the beginning,” I finish for her. “I may never let you leave this room. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again. I don’t care if my dick breaks. It’ll be worth it.”
She laughs softly, her eyes dancing with affection, as she reaches over and strokes my spent cock. “I’ve got plans for this thing, so if you need to pace yourself, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, mister. No broken boners allowed.”
I grin, brushing the damp hair away from her face. “Is that so?”
“Yep. If you’ve got a problem with that, keep it to yourself.” Rosie giggles as she leans into me, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
I chase her mouth, deepening the kiss as she attempts to retreat. Cuffing my hand around the back of her neck, I break away and restmy forehead against hers. “As long as you’re here with me, I’ll have no problems at all.”
7
ROSALIE
Soft morning lightfilters through the curtains, casting a glow across the room. I stretch languidly, every delightful ache reminding me of the mind-blowing night Logan and I shared. I smile to myself, recalling the way his touch had electrified every nerve ending. How his kisses ignited an insatiable fire within me. And then there was the dirty talk. Sweet Jesus, the filth that flew out of his mouth really got me going. The fact that Logan could back it up made it even better.
I suspected Logan would be good in bed, but I truly did not know how amazing sex could be withanyoneuntil last night. Every experience from my past pales in comparison. Logan is a giver—and then some—and it’s obvious he enjoys doing it. I lost count of how many orgasms I had last night.
And the wildest part? My brain—the same organ that usually won’t shut up, that overthinks and analyzes everything into oblivion—actually quieted. For once, I wasn’t stuck inside my head, spiraling about my fear of failure and the resulting fallout. Last night, I stayed in the moment and justfelt.Cherished, aroused, and satisfied in a way I never thought possible.
Beside me, Logan stirs. I turn to face him, propping myself up on one elbow to watch him wake up. His hair is disheveled, and the neatly trimmed beard on his jaw gives him an irresistibly rugged look. Those hazel eyes, more green than brown today, blink open and focus on me, a lazy smile spreading across his lips.
“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice still husky from sleep.
