Page 67 of Christmas with the Denton Billionaires

Mitch pressed his groin against hers, his cock finding the damp crease of her panties. He sucked at his teeth, the surge of pleasure nearly toppling him. Jules moaned low.

“Please,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. “I need it, Mitch.”

He tugged aside her panties, his cockhead immediately sliding into place. He could feel how wet she was. How hungry for it she was. He grunted, easing himself inside her just an inch.

“Oooooh.” Her head dropped to his shoulder, her moan reflecting the same tension inside him. She was hot velvet around his cock, and he gritted his teeth as he sank into her. She threw back her head and it thudded against the wall, her mouth agape.

“Fuuuuck,” Jules said, but all he could manage was a groan in response.

He sank farther, until he could claim no more space inside her, and then he eased back out. All the air in his lungs disappeared in a whoosh. His mind blank and buzzing, pinpricks already crowded together along his arms and legs. Sure, it had been a while since he’d gotten laid. But with Jules, this was something else.

Their connection sent him into the stratosphere.

“You feel so…fucking good,” he breathed as he eased himself inside of her again. She pinched her eyes shut and nodded hard.

“I can’t…I can’t even…”

He wet his bottom lip, lassoing enough attention to bring his mouth to hers. She tightened her thighs around him, which increased the pressure around his cock. He grunted, stilling for a moment. He needed to get his head in the right place, or else this would be over before it even began.

“Jules,” he growled, gripping the curvy mounds of her ass. He smashed his lips against hers in a sloppy kiss, easing back out. “How am I supposed to last when you feel like this?”

She giggled lazily. “I already came three times.”

He pressed his tongue into her mouth, which sent another jolt of pleasure through him. When the kiss broke, he asked, “Really?”

“No, but fuck, I’m close.” She bucked against him, and he sank into her again. He steeled himself against another wash of pleasure, pushing him toward the edge. Mitch nibbled along the line of her jaw as he thrust in and out, each upward stroke met by her tightening muscles. Her breath came out in soft gasps at his ear as he drilled into her, all of his muscles tense from the strain of beating back his orgasm.

Her pussy clenched tight around him. A warning sign. He buried his lips in the hollow of her neck, his breath making the dip between neck and collarbone damp.

“I’m close too.” He grunted, burying himself inside of her again. His vision went spotty, the precursor to the orgasm threatening at the edges of his composure.

Jules released a gritty moan, something halfway between feminine and animalistic, and the noise undid him. When he thrust inside her again, the rushing and brightness of his orgasm flooded him. Drowning him in a sea of ecstasy. He gave his own guttural cry and stilled, his abs going rock hard as he filled the condom with his release.

His hips jerked as the residual pleasure drifted through his limbs. His lips found Jules’s in a sloppy, sated kiss.

“Mmmm.” She was grinning through the kiss, and she was damn near dead weight in his arms.

“My thoughts exactly.” He slipped himself out of her but didn’t hurry to lower her to her own two feet. He liked the weight of her in his arms. Liked this messy spread in the elevator.

“One down,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

“Speak for yourself,” she said, her words slow like she was drunk. “I really did come twice.”

“Am I that good?” He’d felt the powerful clench of her pussy around him as he came. But he wouldn’t have suspected that she’d come twice.

“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes drifted shut, the smile on her face a perma-grin. “First time was when you buried yourself inside me. Second time was when you came.”

He swirled his tongue over the ridge of her collarbone, his cock already pricking to life again. “Well. Why don’t we get upstairs and make it three, four, and five?”

Her eyes snapped open, and the sexy glint he found there was the only answer he needed.

14

JULES

Wednesday

Mitch had meetings most of the day, which meant that Jules had the penthouse to herself.

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