Page 22 of A Billionaire's Secret

“Can never be too ready,” she joked, strutting toward me. “You bored yet?”

“Not even a little bit,” I smiled and bit my lip playfully.

To my surprise, the horse came to a stop, and she gracefully dismantled it. I watched her walk toward me, removing her helmet and letting her hair down.

“Come with me to put him away,” she invited me warmly.

I obeyed and walked behind them. She opened the gate, stepped inside the stall with the horse, and stayed there until he felt calm and secure. She gently caressed his mane and grabbed a handful of hay.

“Here, do the honors, please,” she handed me the hay and guided my hand toward the horse’s mouth. His tongue tickled my palm while Vitoria’s eyes sparkled with joy.

I walked over and stood behind her. My arms wrapped around her waist as I began kissing the side of her neck. Goosebumps flooded her arms, and she leaned her head back on my chest. I held her chin in the palm of my hand and leaned closer.

“I want you now. Right here.” I whispered in her ear.

She turned to face me, and her hazel eyes darted from side to side over mine. Her nipples poked through the tight-fitting white tank top, inviting my mouth. I leaned over and gently bit one of them, igniting a wave of pleasure through her body.

Her fingers tangled in my hair while I massaged and licked her firm breasts. Suddenly, the poignant smell of the horse stalls vanished, and I could only smell her feminine scents. Feeling her body under my hands sent blood to my groins, and my pants became tighter and tighter as I grew harder inside them.

I paused for a second and picked her up. She threw her arms around my neck, her tongue gushing inside my mouth. In silent agreement and through wet kisses, I carried her to the neatly stacked bales of hay at the end corner of the barn. I propped her on top, and her face was level with mine while her legs wrapped around my waist comfortably.

I lifted her tank top, sliding it over her arms and exposing her perky breasts and toned abs. She pressed against me and felt my hard cock between her legs. Then her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt until, one by one, they surrendered. Her hands caressed my naked chest, then slid behind my back and down my ass cheeks.

My pulsating hardness fogged my brain until I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached to the floor, frantically searching through the pockets of my jeans, until I fished out a condom while she took off her pants and waited for me naked, legs spread apart. She grabbed the condom from my hands, ripped the wrap, and gently slid it over my penis, the touch of her hands making it even harder.

Like a wild beast, I grabbed her ass and pulled her forward, sliding into her with one stroke. She screamed, digging her hands in the hay for support.

“Oh, Christian!” She yelled out my name, her cheeks bright red with passion under the sweaty summer heat of the barn.

With her body over the hay bales at the perfect level for direct penetration, I held one of her thighs up and watched my penis slide in and out of her. The sight of that had me going faster and faster. Neither of us wanted to wait. Toward the end, we were both moaning loud with pleasure until her final scream echoed through the field.

We stood, embracing each other’s sweaty bodies until our breathing normalized and synchronized. Long minutes passed before we slowly drifted back into reality.

“I’ve never done it like that,” she confessed shyly, unleashing a proud smile on my face.

“I was hoping you hadn’t. Neither have I, but it’s been a fantasy of mine since I met you.” I said and kissed the top of her head.

“Well, did it live up to your fantasy?” She asked jokingly.

“A million times better!” I squeezed her naked thighs and felt my excitement rising again. “I hope this helps with your victory tomorrow.”

“Not if I don’t go to sleep soon,” she looked at me scornfully.

“Right. Let’s get you home then.” I pulled away and stared at her from a distance, wishing she’d sleep in my bed tonight so that I could have her again.

We picked up our scattered clothes, shaking off pieces of hay and laughing at the farce of it all. Once fully dressed, I pulled her in for one last kiss.

“Thank you,” I whispered softly, more to myself than to her.

“What for?” she looked at me confused, her brows raised.

“You don’t even know how much you’re helping me through a difficult time right now,” I confessed and hugged her tighter.

“I’m glad you think so,” she said humbly, looking away.

We walked hand in hand to my car, grinning like a couple of teenage kids. She took her seat and leaned against the window, but I pulled her under my arm and cuddled her until Daniel stopped at her house.

“Good luck tomorrow!” I encouraged her and kissed her before letting her go inside.

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