Page 158 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
My dick is so hard, my balls ache. Pre-come that seeps from the slit is washed away. The spray actually hurts. But none of that matters.
“Again,” I growl.
She shakes her head. “I can’t,” she whimpers, but her body tells a different story.
My finger’s still inside her and at my command, she clenches again.
I flick my tongue out against her swollen clit.
“Oh my God.” Her back curls inward, as if she’s bringing herself closer to the pleasure.
It doesn’t take much to push her over once more, her body so sensitive already.
She wilts into my hand and I stand, wrap my arms around her as she shakes and moans.
I turn off the water, grab a towel from outside the shower, and rub her dry. Only then do we step out and I wrap a second one around my waist.
She’s pliant and sleepy, her eyes barely open.
“Don’t fall asleep on me now, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.”
She doesn’t say anything as I lead her to her bed, yank the covers back so they’re out of the way, and settle her in the center. Crawling on top of her, I kiss her. I know she can taste herself on my tongue and she moans.
I lick any missed drops of water off her dewy skin, working my way down her neck, over her collarbones, to her breasts. I treasure one and then the other until she’s writhing and moaning once again.
“More?” I nuzzle the soft underside of her breast.
“In me. Now,” she growls.
A smile spreads across my face as I leave her to grab my jeans and pull out a condom. I don’t waste a second, not wanting her to think about a thing.
I want to go bareback with her so fucking bad, but after the Rhonda incident, we haven’t had a chance to talk about protection. I want her to know that I’ll keep her safe, even in this.
When it’s time for us to talk about it, we will, but with clear heads. And probably clothes on.
For now, this time, I’ll do the thinking about this for both of us.
The package is torn open and the latex rolled down my length in seconds.
I settle between her parted thighs.
“Sadie, eyes on me.”
Her lashes flutter open and her dark eyes meet mine.
“There’s my girl.”
Only then do I push into her in one smooth, long stroke.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Made for me,” I tell her. Whispering that and all kinds of things about how perfect she is, how she’s mine. How I’m hers. Everything and nothing as we get lost in each other. Only when she’s come again all over my dick do I finally allow myself to release.
She’s asleep before I take care of the condom. I gather the blankets and cover us so she stays warm. She’s safe in my arms.
Nothing will happen tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough for life to creep back in.
Tomorrow. When we meet her father.
