Page 70 of Owned By a Billionaire

“Yes, I want to feel your big cock inside me.” I unzipped his pants and reached into his briefs, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, which lengthened in my palm.

He pushed away my hand. “I won’t last.” His eyes hooded as he removed my clothes with such speed a few buttons popped.

He waltzed me to the unmade bed and pushed me gently onto it, parting my legs. He hooked his fingers into my damp lace panties.

Our mouths met in a crush of passion as his fingers explored my drenched vagina.

“I’ve missed you like mad.” He sounded breathless.

He lowered his head between my thighs and did things with his tongue I’d never experienced from any man before. I came violently, but he kept a hold of me, as though he wanted to torment me with more orgasms.

As I shuddered and moaned, he lapped up each release like a starving person might a meal until I surrendered to a climax that nearly made me draw blood from my lip.

Then he roughly spread my legs.

“Fuck me hard,” I murmured.

As he entered me, filling me to the bursting point, I groaned from the intense pleasurable stretch that ached all the way to my toes.

“Fuck, you feel nice.” His teeth were on my neck, gently nipping as he kept fondling my breasts. “We might need to go a little slower.”

“No. Hard. I need to feel all of you.”

His stubble prickled my cheek. As our hot, sticky bodies melded, I breathed him in. He smelled of the cologne I’d gifted him and sex—a smell that affected my pheromones like the siren’s song did sailors.

Escalating thrusts intensified as pain turned into pleasure. The friction sent waves of heat rippling through my body, as though his cock was a throbbing mass of electrical impulses.

I clutched onto his toned ass, pulling him deep inside as each thrust sent me closer to the edge. His ragged breath dampened my neck, and my breasts pressed against his firm, masculine chest.

“I need you to come, like, now,” he murmured, as though in agony.

Tormented by pleasure, I unclenched my muscles, and in his arms, I lost myself.

Clutching onto me tightly, he growled and grunted, gushing an almost endless stream of seed while I shook through one orgasm after another.

We fell on our backs in the bed, and there we lay for quite a while. Waiting for my senses to return, I stared up at the ceiling and its network of cracks, wondering if we’d just added to them with our thunderous lovemaking.

“I hope Audrey didn’t hear that,” I said with a laugh. “She might not curtsy next time.”

He chuckled. “From royalty to fallen woman. How scandalous.”

After holding each other for a while, we made love again, slow and tender this time.

“Making up for lost time.” He chuckled as I placed my head on his chest, his racing heart massaging my ear.

Later, Markus rose and fixed us a drink that wasn’t easy to swallow, after which I picked up my clothes.

“I’m afraid the shower is unattached. It’s down the hallway.” He pulled a face. “Sorry.”

I shook my head. “It’s all fine. Really.” I gave him a reassuring smile. Once dressed, I fixed myself up before the mirror. “You can’t stay here.”

Sitting on the bed wearing only a towel, he didn’t respond.

“You want to stay?” I asked. “Merivale’s your home. Our home.”

He frowned. “You want me to return?”

“Well, yes. I want you to.” I fixed my hair with my hands.

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