Page 33 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Make love to me, Roman.” Her voice was soft and erotic and deep-throated with a seductive edge, and her whisper seemed to hang in the air like heavy perfume.

The sound she made deep in her throat fed his desperation. He tangled his tongue with hers and sucked at her bottom lip.

Roman’s lips moved to her jawline as he began kissing his way down her vulnerable neck.

Then he discovered his talented fingers had already unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra.

When was the last time he’d used those moves on a woman? He couldn’t remember. Too long ago.

But all of a sudden, he was truly grateful for his body’s automatic response.

He urged her arms out of the shirt sleeves as he kissed his way across her shoulders, yanking down her blouse. There was a tattoo of an eagle on her shoulder that he never noticed before.

“Wow, you have a tattoo.”

“Drunken mistake,” she breathed heavily, her hands finding the buttons of his shirt when he suddenly decided that they were both too well dressed for the occasion. Besides, the heat had become too intense for clothes.

He kissed her again, and she moaned, struggled, and urged him back up with her body. He obliged her, blazing kisses over her belly and across the valleys and curves of her body.

Then she reached down and gripped him with both hands, using a gentle touch that drove him wild.

He jerked and went rigid as her touch ruled his moves. But Roman didn’t want gentleness from her. He grabbed her hands over her head, extending the sweet torture.

Looking into her face, he found her glazed eyes fixed on him.

“Now Roman. Please. I want this.”

She lifted her hips, inviting him inside. With the last bit of clarity, I reached into my pants pockets for my wallet. I found the silver-wrapped condom and had it freed and installed within seconds.

Moving over her again, he let the tip of his erection nudge her swollen flesh. She kneaded and whimpered. He leaned his hips forward, brushing his length against her for a second time while she cried out in pleasure.

She pleaded for him as she rubbed herself against my length and called out his name.

Every inch of her wept with wanting, and she begged him to hurry.

With amazing self-control, he gently pressed his length inside her. This needed to be good for her. Her internal opening surrounded him with tiny tremors, like welcome-home hugs.

Hearing her make explicit noises of pleasure, he pressed a little deeper into the shock waves. But he wanted her to move in pace with him, which he regretted as he made a slow withdrawal, only seconds later to inch forward again. Then he slipped in. Her body was like a warm, welcoming paradise, tight and wet. The greatest gift that had ever been offered.

He pushed deeper, trying not to rush. Feeling her body start to contract around him, he pushed himself towards ecstasy. So hot. Slick. Tight.

Just before he succumbed to the madness, it hit him. Too tight. There might not be any barrier, but no one had ever come this way before.

He almost knew for certain that he was the first. He had to be sure.

Her first? Was it possible? I used the last bit of my resolve to lean up on my elbows and look down at her. Her face was the picture of abandonment. Her hair, a wild carpet, spread out across the pillow.

“Are you..a virgin?”

She shook her head.

“Are you?”

“Not technically. Just that, it’s been a long time since….”

It was a hell of a time for an attack of conscience, but I was already up to my ears in guilt.

“Are you sure? Sure, it’s me you want? You don’t even know me.”

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