Page 32 of A Billionaire's Secret

I lifted her up and carried her to the bed with one move. I lay her down and spread her legs apart. My fingers slid between her thighs, examining the wetness that had already formed. She moaned in ecstasy as I licked my finger, tasting her juices before burying my face in her lap.

“Yes, Christian!” She yelled as my tongue played with her clitoris, sending shock waves through her arched body. Her fingers tangled up with my hair as she pressed my head into her groin, letting me know she needed me to stay there. She clung to the covers with all her might until, like a river, she gushed in my mouth, and the whole bed shook with her.

I watched her face change as she reached the highest peaks of pleasure, my groins pulsating at the sight. The moment her breathing normalized, and her body stopped quivering, Victoria awoke from her trans, pulled me in, laid me on the bed, and climbed on top of me, eyes shining with an insatiable hunger for more.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you,” she said through gentle licks and bites of my chest.

“I hoped not,” I smiled, allowing my hands to squeeze her ass as hard as they desired.

My heart pounded faster and louder in anticipation of Victoria saddling me, strapping her muscular thighs around me, and riding me like I had fantasized many times while watching her race. Like a dream come true, she positioned her fit body on top of me, held my throbbing penis in her hand, and aimed it at her vagina. Slowly but firmly, she sat on it, allowing it to slide inside her inch by inch, moaning louder with each stride.

“Vicky, do you want me to use a condom?” I asked her through heavy breathing and moans.

She ignored my question, confidently removed my hands from her ass, and swung them over my head, laying them flat on the bed.

“No hands and no talking,” she ordered sternly, making my head spin with adrenaline and pure ecstasy.

Taking that as a ‘no,’ I relaxed my muscles and gave in to the feeling of being inside her. She moved her body on top of me with ease and rhythm that perfectly matched my pulse, one of her hands playing with her clitoris, the other one squeezing her own breasts. My only job was to watch and feel every movement, my hands, eager to touch her, remained frozen above my head. In all my years of one-night stands and casual sex, I had never experienced pleasure like this. As my eyes started rolling back and she realized that I might be nearing the finish line, she leaned over me, letting her plump breasts fall on my lips, grabbed my hands, and placed them on her ass.

I could now touch her, so my hungry hands scoured her body like unleashed beasts. I squeezed her ass, lifted my butt from underneath her, and pumped her hard and fast, watching her bounce and shake on top of me. With the sounds of our clashing bodies making beautiful rhythmic music, we screamed each other’s names aloud and groaned louder and faster until climaxing in perfect synchrony with one last cry.

Victoria fell on top of me, and I held her tight, absorbing every last vibration of her body while she absorbed every last drop of me. I never asked her if she was on birth control, but none of that mattered at that moment. All I knew was I’d be with her for as long as she allowed me, even if that meant becoming a father again.

I kissed her forehead, and she lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes were swimming with admiration and kindness. She’d fallen captive to our passion, just like I had.

“That was amazing,” I confessed. “You’reamazing.”

“I always knew it would be,” she smirked and blushed.

“I can’t wait to show you what else I have planned for the day.” I swiped the long hair from her beaming face, and our tongues danced together one last time.

“It can’t possibly get better than this,” she quizzed me with curious eyes.

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” I slapped her butt gently as I rolled us over and unwillingly pulled out of her.

With that, we walked to the shower, lathered each other’s bodies, soaking in every touch, picked out some clothes, and walked out of the glamorous hotel, hand in hand.

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Victoria

Ihadheardthesaying that ‘appetite comes with eating’ many times before, but it wasn’t until I met Christian that I truly understood its meaning. The closer I got to him, the more I wanted him. With every kiss, I wanted another. With every touch, I craved the next. With each stroke of him inside me, I imagined the next one. I was hungry for him as if I had been starved for the last twenty-six years of my life.

And I hoped he felt the same. But I would never ask him. So, I examined his every word, every act, and every move, hoping to confirm that he did. Being with him felt intoxicating, and the rest of the world was blurred out when he stood before me. Just like my imaginary tunnel before each race.

When we stepped into the limo after having had the most electrifying sex that morning in London, I had no idea where he was taking me. And when we stepped out of the limo, my heart skipped a beat, and I lost feeling in my legs.

No way! No fucking way!

Christian had singlehandedly fulfilled two of my biggest dreams in one day. The first one was me on top of him. And the second—me at Judmont Farm. I had only read about this farm and spent countless hours watching videos and documentaries. I had even met a horse that came from Judmont years ago, and while stroking its mane, I had made a wish to visit the farm one day.

And here I was, standing short next to this tall, protective man who made my wishes come true with every breath he took.

“I can’t believe you,” I squeezed his arm as we walked through the gates.

“I told you I wasn’t done with the surprises,” he informed me with a casual smile.

I snapped a photo of the picturesque views, fished out my phone, and texted the picture to my family’s group chat.

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