Page 51 of The Next Door Billionaire's Deception

“Ri…Richard. I’m … ahn … I’m close…”

I tilt my head to face her. “Not yet. Not now.”

Rising back up, I thread her fingers under mine, restraining her arms. I release an arm and guide it lower.

“Touch me. Feel me.”

She strokes my erection, and a groan escapes my throat. I bring the arm back after a few more strokes and part her thighs.

The head of my cock probes the slick entrance of her body, seeking entrance, and I drive into her, unrelenting. She gives a soft gasp, and I seal her lips with mine as they open.

My breath is heavy, and coming in sharp bursts, in sync with Melissa’s, I begin to move, with care.

She’s tight. A long time has passed since I had sex with any woman, but I’ve never had it so good –wantedit so good, until now. Until Melissa.

She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me in deeper. I increase the pace of my thrusts, determined to reach depths that haven’t been explored before. My butt cheeks contract and release as I drive in deeper.

With our hands still linked, I’m reaching the climax of my movement, gliding in and out of her, the tempo of our movement precise and relentless. Every rock-hard inch of mine is digging into her, exploring, reaching new frontiers.

She moans against my mouth, every plunge I make driving her forward by inches. Beads of sweat on our bodies make them slippery, our glistening bodies moving together in harmony.

I let go of her hands and she wraps them around my back, her nails digging into my drenched skin. Still moving in her, I break off from our kiss to face her.

Her eyes are on mine, darkened with pleasure. Her face is wet with sweat, drool running from her full lips, still open. Are those …tears?

Melissa is most beautiful like this, her face flustered, tears of ecstasy running down her face, and her body slippery, soft, and rosy. I’ve never had sex so good. Until now. Until Melissa.

Her eyelids shut tight and a series of sharp moans escape her. Her body trembles, quivering under me. My pace quickens, slamming hard into her several times, and her cunt tightens, sucking at me.

The feel of her clutching my entire length is all I need. Wrapping myself around her, I hold her against me, linking my lips with hers once more, before pulling out of her and releasing with a force that leaves me trembling in her arms.

I collapse to the side. Without a word, she stands to go to the bathroom. As she reaches the door, she looks back at me.

“Coming?” she asks.

Grinning, I follow her.

* * *

When I wake the next morning, the space beside me is empty. I blink into consciousness. Was last night a dream?

Fighting off the remnants of sleep, I head to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and taking a quick bath, I return to get dressed for the day.

Today is a Saturday, thank God. I’m not in the right mind to work.

I find my way to the kitchen. The aroma of frying pancakes filters to my nose, and I follow the scent. It leads me to Melissa, her hair tied back in a ponytail, in a shirt of mine, which is barely her size.

She looks back, her face brightening up with a grin when she sees me. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

I heave a sigh. Last night wasn’t my imagination.

I had sex with Melissa Durham.

What was I thinking? What happened to ‘self-control?’

I walk up to her. “Um, Melissa?”

Her back is still turned to me, as she’s focused on making breakfast.

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