Page 92 of The Reluctant Billionaire

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 for days. 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.

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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.

And on the rug.

We made it to the bed at after that first attempt and fucked twice more. I swear something shifted last night for both of us. Maybe it was being on our first official public engagement together. For me, seeing him up there on that stage, making everyone in that vast museum fall in love with him and his heart and his vision, was the best kind of turn-on.

Knowing a guy with Aide’s undeniable magnetic pull wants to come home to me, wants as much of me as he can get, wants me so badly he fucks me right there on the floor, is on a different level entirely. It makes my heart swell so much in my ribcage that I might burst.

Every day, it seems I uncover more of this man’s essence. He’s layered like no one else I’ve met. Nuanced. And a little damaged. But the parts of his soul that I know still hurt are the same parts that make him good and real, that give him depth and spur him on.

He still carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Everyone can see how much good he does, but it’s never enough for him.

It’ll never be enough.

And if I’m someone who can help him forget those burdens, if he can find peace and relief and oblivion and ecstasy in my arms, then I am the luckiest, most privileged girl in the world.

Because whether he’s shooting his load inside me, or smiling down at me, or simply letting that dangerous mouth of his roam over my body, he’s choosing to see me as a safe place to lay down his worries and allow himself to indulge.

To be.

And there’s nothing on earth like knowing I can give him that.

I would give this man everything if I could.

Everything.

That gets clearer every day. I’m falling so hard for him. My feelings are a never-ending vortex, every layer he uncovers for me sending me deeper into this abyss of white-hot lust and adoration. I mean, the physical side is actually insane. Yeah, I’m a physical creature. I enjoy touch. I have a healthy sex drive.

But I’ve never been like this—so utterly addicted to another human being that I would crawl under his skin if I could, that I can barely function when he’s not inside me. I’ve never felt so clearly like heaven and earth are colliding as I do when I’m with Aide. In his orbit.

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