Page 39 of The Damaged Billionaire

“That is a fact.” I cement my feelings and ensure she knows. My eyes trail up and down her body, burning this vision of her into my brain.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, her voice sleepy, but I haven’t finished with her yet.

“You. Your body. How good you look in my bed. The way your hair flows like water around your shoulders. Your curves, your perfect tits, your amazing ass. All of you. I am looking at all of you,” I say, not sure how I’ve become so addicted to her. But I am.

“Tennyson…” she moans as her hands rub her face. Her cheeks tint, and I smile.

“You keep moaning my name like that, and I am not sure I can be much of a gentleman anymore.”

“What do we do now?” I know she is worried. We have both now thrown caution to the wind and are taking what we want, but that doesn’t make the reality of our issue any less serious.

“We be together. We don’t have to flaunt it, but I am not going to be hiding it either.” There is no way I can keep my hands off this woman, so people are going to find out eventually. I hear her belly rumble.

“I’m hungry…” she says, her hand slapping across her bare stomach.

“I have something you can feast on,” I offer. I should get us some food, but right now, I am hard as a rock, and I need to alleviate that issue before I get busy in the kitchen.

“Are you ever sated?” I can tell by the smile on her lips she is toying with me.

“Not with you.” I watch her naked chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Well, are you just going to stand there all day or come show me what you got?” she says, and I like sassy Willow. Sassy, sexy Willow.

I throw my towel down and the cool air brushes across my naked frame as I walk toward her and come to a stop, standing at the end of the bed.

“I like you in my bed,” I say as my eyes roam over her naked body, having not yet gotten my fill. We have been with each other for hours. The rendezvous in my office earlier this afternoon has now been overtaken by the darkness of the night. My eyes rake over her brown locks, her glowing skin, her long, shapely legs, and her curves. Her fucking curves make my mouth water every time I look at them. Her amazing tits sit high and perky. Her waist skimming in just a little, soft, round, feminine. Her hips dip back out, her ass round and full, and her thighs I want permanently around my neck. They are thick, and I want to bite them to mark her, then suck them to soothe her.

She trails her fingers up over her round hips, tracing her curves before lowering them again. She is teasing me, her eyes alight with arousal that, like mine, hasn’t dampened. This woman matches me for everything and takes everything I give her and more. My hand moves to my cock, which despite all the activity, is full and thick, and she watches me as my hand wraps around it. Giving it a few pumps, I see her bite her lip, and I can barely contain the groan that rises from my throat. I ache for her. Physically, I can feel this weird pull in my chest, and I wonder if she will actually give me heart failure.

My eyes are glued to her as she sits up on all fours and crawls across my bed, over to the side where I am standing. Her back dips a little, her hips swaying, like a cat stalking her prey, and the need I have to make her purr is all-encompassing. I keep up the pace of my hand, my dick standing at full attention. As she comes closer and watches the movement, her expression heats.

A little precum leaks from my tip, and she doesn’t hesitate. Leaning over, with her ass high in the air, she flattens her tongue, licking my tip, tasting me, and my knees nearly buckle.

“That’s my girl…” I murmur as she bends down again, taking the tip of me into her mouth. I move my hand, letting her mouth take over. I have no idea what she is doing to me, but if she keeps this up, I am going to come harder than a teenage boy who saw his first set of tits.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good,” I murmur as I caress her back, rubbing my hand up and down her spine, before I grab her ass tight, needing her in my hands. Needing to touch her, feel her, ensure that she is real. My breath quickens with her pace, and she lowers even more, taking more of me into her mouth. It feels fucking amazing. She moans then, her tongue swirling, the sound running down my length and hitting my balls. Her lips and mouth take all of me. I am starting to learn that this woman is talented at perhaps everything she touches. Including the way she sucks me down her throat like I am the best thing to ever touch her lips. I reach around to cup her breast, pulling and tweaking her nipple. They pebble, and I know she is turned on. She has been wet for me all night, our need for each other obvious.

“Good girl. You’re a good fucking girl. You’ve got a fucking amazing mouth, Cupcake,” I murmur, between the panting breaths I now need to take. I see her hips squirming, and I know she needs more. My filthy words are doing things to her body that I know she enjoys. As if to prove my point, she licks up and down my shaft, and my hand lands on her head as I gather up her long hair in my fist.

“You taste so good…” she breathes out, and I pull her hair tighter, and again, she meets me, by taking me in even farther, so I touch the back of her throat.

“Just like that. You look fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” I moan as my hips start to move a little, and I speed up my rhythm, sliding my length in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

I pull her hair even tighter as my other hand grips the back of her head, keeping her with me. This vision I have of her will never be erased. It is the hottest thing I have ever seen. She is still leaning forward on all fours, her round ass high in the air, as I see her quivering for more.

“Touch yourself. I want you to come with my cock down your throat.” She does exactly what I ask her and puts her fingers on her clit as she moans around my cock. I am now setting the rhythm and pace, gripping her head and thrusting in her mouth as she massages her clit and continues to moan around me.

“Fuck, Willow. You look fucking beautiful. Come for me. Fuck your fingers while I fuck your face.” As soon as the words leave my lips, she lets go. Her orgasm washes over her, and I feel her throat relax as I move faster before I come too.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck!” I yell into the room as I come down her throat, and she moans as she swallows, my body and mind now exhausted. My grip relaxes, and I brush her hair away from her face and down her back. I can't stop touching her, and I watch her pull back and sit on her knees, then she looks up at me, her lips swollen, her eyes heavy, her chest heaving.

“Fucking beautiful,” I growl again as I lean forward, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her to me, kissing her hard. Our lips don’t part as I climb onto the bed, laying her down on her back and peppering kisses from her lips, down her throat and collarbone, and back again. I just came, but I can't get enough. When it comes to her, I am always hungry.

“Tennyson.” She giggles, and I pull back with a smile.

“What?” I ask, my smirk fully in place. I am so fucking happy.

“I need food, then I need sleep. I don’t think my body has had this much of a workout since…” She trails off, her cheeks blushing slightly.

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