Page 53 of Y'allywood Billionaire

A Sweet Suite

We fumble into my room, kissing, and the fire is roaring. If I wasn’t already out of my mind desperate for Maddox, the romance of the room would’ve finished the job.

I lose the balloon underskirt immediately, but I’m going to need Maddox’s help with the rest of my outfit.

He begins untying my corset, working it string by string. When he finally has it undone, he slips it off. I rip my top off. He unties my skirt slowly and deliberately, leaving an ache between my legs before it falls to the floor.

Now all I have are my black lace bra and panties to go.

He pulls back and looks me up and down, a fire in his eyes. “You are exquisite.” He runs his hand over my silky bra before slipping off the straps. I let it fall to the floor.

“This isn’t fair.” I drag my hand up his muscular arm, the silkiness of his white shirt under my fingers making the tips of them buzz. Then I move to his vest, unbuttoning it one by one.

When I peel it away, I stretch as high as I can on my toes to slip his shirt off. He takes over, and it falls to the floor. It’s like I’m opening a present and seeing him for the first time. I movemy mouth hungrily up his chest that’s rising and falling before working my way to his neck.

Then I stop because I want to look at him.Reallylook at him.

Maddox is like a statue of an ancient god, carved from marble and bronzed in the firelight. But with a scar on his arm and a birthmark, he’s human.

And he’s perfect.

I can hardly grasp control as I move closer to him, exploring every inch of his body with my fingertips. His skin is soft against mine, and I feel like everything is happening in high definition. His muscles flex under my fingers as I explore the contours of his chest, down along his chiseled abdomen and across taut hips.

He places hungry kisses along my neck, while one hand cups me around the back of my head and the other trails down my back. He gets rid of my panties, losing patience.

When he takes my pebbled nipple into his mouth, I gasp.

And just when it seems like we may never come up for air again, Maddox pulls back slightly and stares with a look that says he’s ready to take this even further. When I glance away and start to pull him over to the bed, he stops me. “Riley, look at me...are you sure?”

Breathless, I nod.

He shakes his head. “Say it.”

I find my words. “I want this. I want you.”

His jaw tightens. “This isn’t fake for me anymore.”

I take his arm and walk over to the bed, and after I lie down, he pushes my knees up before he kisses his way down my stomach. Then he’s touching me there, just where I need it.

“You’re drenched.” With lazy swirls of the thumb, he says, “I can’t wait to taste you.”

My head lolls back as he does this pattern of sucking, tongue flicking, and rhythmic strokes of the finger that feel like unfiltered ecstasy. Then his fingers findthatspot, and I put thepillow on my face so if I scream, the entire castle won’t hear it. There’s so much pleasure flooding me, I just might cry.

“How’s that?” he says.

I can’t answer with words. But my hips rise in a beg for more, and my hands tangle in his hair.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Please,” I rasp.

He sucks harder and moves his fingers faster until I come apart with rippling waves of pleasure that seem to go on forever.

“Oh, my god,” I manage to say, breathless. I’m seeing literal stars.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers.

I sit up and slide off his kilt; the belt hitting the floor with a thud. Then, he slips off his boxers, unveiling all of him.

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