Page 50 of Faking It with the Bossy Billionaire

The first orgasm came fast and I could only thrash beneath Matthew’s mouth as it slowly crashed through me. He pinned me down with his hand as he inserted two fingers inside me with the other.

I squelched against his fingers as he curled them upward, grazing against my G-spot. It was like a release button because the wave of climax surged within me.

“I’m going to come,” I announced, whimpering with how good I was feeling with Matthew’s strong fingers inside me, curling—up and down.

“Come all over my fingers, darling,” he ordered me. And I didn’t need to be told twice. I let the release out, and my body trembled as Matthew pulled out his fingers, watching me curl into a naked ball as I turned to my side, shaking.

I whimpered as I caught my breath. But before I could gather myself, I felt Matthew’s hand on my shoulders, turning me on my back.

“We’re not done here, darling,” he growled, spreading my legs once more. With sleepy eyes, I watched him do all the work.

He bent forward to lick my lips, and I could taste my release in his mouth. Pulling me at the edge of the bed, he pushed my thighs against the mattress and he looked down at my glistening pussy.

He let go of some saliva from his mouth and I watched it fall on my clitoris. It was warm against my skin and I jolted when he pressed a thumb on my core to spread the wetness.

“You think you can get away with anything because of that smart mouth of yours, Reagan?”

“I was just playing your game, Matthew,” I moaned.

“Then let’s see if you get away from this after I’m done with you. I doubt you will even ba able to walk straight tomorrow.”

And without any warning, he thrust his cock inside me. I screamed at the sudden sensation but he buried my sounds with a deep, sloppy kiss.

He moved his hips and his hard dick slid out of me. Then he slammed it back home. I yelped but allowed him to take me however he wanted.

Forget about makeup sex. Angry sex was better. Especially with Matthew.

In and out.

In and out.

Faster. Deeper. Each thrust made me see stars, and Matthew’s grunts were music to my ear.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect, Reagan,” he grunted against my ears as his forearms rested on either side of my face.

“Matthew, please,” I whispered, my breath hitching.

I was going mad. He felt so good, and I loved the way how tight my pussy felt around his big shaft.

He pushed harder into me, the headboard slamming against the wall, and for once I was thankful that the unit beside mine was empty.

“Are you going to come again for me, darling?”

“Yes. Oh, my God. Yes,”

“That’s right. Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”

But I couldn’t. For the love of God, I couldn’t say it. Because this was a power play. If I said those words, it meant that he had won. And I wasn’t going to allow that.

So I kept my mouth shut, and moaned with pleasure, trying to get ahold of the orgasm that was building in the pit of my stomach.

“Beg, Reagan.” Matthew kept moving. Faster and faster. Beads of sweat dropped onto my body as he thrust some more.

“No,” I hissed as I moved my hips to his rhythm. And I watched him slowly come undone. He was going to climax eventually. I just needed to hold on a bit longer.

“Fucking—”

“Your dick is good, baby. Like it was made for me. Deeper,” I commanded.

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