Page 105 of The Reluctant Billionaire

Aide has a lot of work to do on himself. And I have work to do if I want to be there to support him when he acts in his own best interests while nurturing the generous, open-hearted side of him that made me fall so hard.

But words have their place and time. And right now, he and I need to find solace and pleasure and transcendence in each other’s bodies.

He gives my nipple a decadent suck and releases it before collapsing on his back. I gasp at the absence of his mouth.

‘Come here,’ he says, and I pull myself upright so I can straddle him. ‘Sit on my face.’

Oh, God. I look down at him, my pussy clenching at the mere thought of Aide eating me this way.

‘Come on.’ He slides his hands around my hips and gives my bum a little slap. His eyes are burning, his entire face ravenous as he takes in the sight of me on top of him. ‘Get on my fucking face, sweetheart.’

I smile and shimmy forward as he practically drags me up the bed. I hover right above him.

‘You might not think you need me, sweetheart,’ he tells me in a low, possessive rasp, ‘but don’t forget your pussy always needs me, just like it needs me right now. Got it?’

‘Yes,’ I manage. My voice is breathy, and—dammit—needy as fuck.

He’s right.

I’ll always need him like this.

‘Tell me you need me,’ he demands. God, his eyes are practically all pupil.

‘I need you,’ I tell him. ‘I need your dick. My pussy needs your mouth on it. Fuck, Aide, I need you to make me feel good so badly.’

‘Yes you do,’ he mutters. ‘So don’t be shy. Ride my face.’ He grips my waist, slamming me down onto his face. His tongue finds my wet centre instantly, and his big hands come up to palm my boobs. Fuck, his hands are calloused, and the way he drags them over my skin has me arching into them as I push down against his mouth.

The thrusts of his tongue are harsh, fevered, as he laves me.Fuck, it’s so intense like this. His mouth and my sex are rubbing, pressing, heat coming off us in waves, our wetness combining in a slick slide. It feels like he’s touching every single millimetre of my needy flesh. I sit astride him and grind against him, writhing wantonly so my tits and my pussy get every ounce of attention they require.

He wants to be needed?

I’ll show him need so white-hot it’ll drive him over the edge.

I’ve been gripping the sides of his head, I realise. Holding it to my hungry sex. I release it and brace one hand on the headboard for balance while I arch back enough to find his dick with my hand.

Jesus, it’s hard. I slide the pad of my thumb lightly over his crown, smearing the pre-cum around as my fingers grip him. His dick jolts, and his anguished growl vibrates right through my centre before he licks me even harder.

This is definitely the kind of reciprocity I can get behind.

I ride him shamelessly just like he told me to, taking and taking, so flooded with desire and so desperate for release that I can’t think of anything else except rubbing myself against his face until I get what I need. His ravenous grunts and the slick hardness of his cock in my hand tell me he’s taking too, that he’s every bit as into this as I am.

And when the heat sweeps through me, engulfing me, taking every sense prisoner, I take that, too. I allow it to splinter my consciousness into a million perfect shards as suns rise and set behind my eyelids. I cry out Aide’s name and am dimly aware of his muffled grunts of pleasure as I grip him harder and shudder my orgasm out above him.

As soon as the fog of blinding ecstasy begins to clear, I’m pulling away from the grip of his hands and sliding down his body so I can impale myself on his cock. I’m soaked from my arousal and Aide’s mouth, so when I position his crown right at my entrance and lower myself down, I yield to him more easily than usual.

Still, stuffing myself full of Aidan Fucking Duffy is no mean feat. I’m reminded once again that my boyfriend is a real man, a real handful, as I breathe my way down his length. He lies there, his face contorted with hunger, eyes heavy-lidded, hands running up my thighs in encouragement as he watches me fill myself up with him. And when I get him all the way and sit down heavily, we both moan.

This is where I belong.

This is where he belongs.

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AIDE

‘So delicious,’ Lotta’s friend Nora says, holding up a huge strawberry and taking a bite out of it. She moans softly, causing her fiancé Theo to grunt out a strangledfuck’s sake, Belleand overtly reach under the table to adjust himself. Nora looks outraged, drops what’s left of the strawberry like it’s a hot coal, and slaps his hand away from his crotch.

I’ve spent one evening and about half an hour of breakfast with these two, but that’s been plenty of time for me to work out their dynamic, and it’s fucking hilarious.

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