Page 84 of Assistant to the Billionaire CEO

She was tense.

“I’ve got you, baby. Try to relax.”

“Okay…I’ll try,” she breathed.

I took her hands and kissed them. Next, I cupped her face, and cradled her sweet flushed cheeks to kiss her lips. She wrapped her arms around my waist, begging me to bear down on her.

She didn’t have to do much begging.

I crawled over her body, positioning myself on top of her, my elbows on either side of her shoulders, caging her in. “Yeah, keep looking into my eyes, just like that.”

Slowly, I began to push inside of her. Her eyes widened, and she released a “Hhhh.”

Ah, fuck.

She felt warm, slick, tight. Too tight. “Relax. Open up for me…let me in, baby.”

I made tender progress, pushing deeper, pulsing in.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well for me.” When I was all the way inside her, she gasped, digging her nails into my back, breathing out. “Ohhh…”

Jesus Christ, she was made for me. “Look away for even a moment, and I will stop.”

“I…won’t,” she breathed.

I stared into her tender eyes. Time paused as we melted into each other. Then, I slowly pulled out and pushed inside her again.

Fuck.

“Baby. You’re so perfect,” I groaned sharply, and thrust myself deeper, grabbing a fistful of her dark-brown hair in my hand. “Look how well you’re taking my cock,” I praised. Her mouth was parted, and her eyes were sparkling as more delicious moans escaped her lips.

“This is too fucking good,” I growled as I fucked her slowly, taking what belonged to me.

My forehead was now resting against hers, and our lips met. Our tongues connected in a dance, circling, and tangled with each other as my cock drove inside her.

Stella’s moans played in harmony to the rhythm of my thrusts like a metronome keeping time with the most primal form of music.

The sinful expression on her face was enough to almost push me over the edge—but I had to force myself not to come too soon. I pulled out.

“Ace?” she whispered.

“Don’t move,” I warned, resting on top of her, wet and warm, letting the agonizing seconds pass, trying to avoid the jump off the edge my body urged me to take. “Don’t move,” I breathed.

“Okay,” she whispered, her body lying still below mine, her breathing near my ear. “But you’re tickling me.”

Then she wiggled.

Within seconds, I slammed back into her—couldn’t help it. I fucked her hard, and we were moving in rushed unison like a well-oiled machine. I sped up even more when she started begging and screaming my name, giving her what she asked for.

Seconds later, we jumped off the cliff together.

Our bodies collapsed.

I flipped her over onto her stomach and playfully bit her round bottom. “Grrr.”

“Ah!” She giggled and squealed. I slapped her bare ass with a loudsmack, before I pulled her back into my arms.

Stella and I spent the rest of the night repeating that routine. After all, I had promised her several things that night, and I was a man of my word.

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