Page 60 of Y'allywood Billionaire

My eyes crinkle. “No. Right before that. When you started gluing toilet paper roses on my destroyed dress.”

“Ah. And here I thought it was my lips that were irresistible.”

“Well, them too.”

Maddox’s voice has gone low when he says, “I’m done keeping my hands off you.”

My heart flutters and my skin tingles. “Here I am.” Then I glance at the orchestra.

After Maddox dismisses them and they leave, I walk over to him and straddle him, kissing up his neck until I feel his pants bulge underneath me.

He grabs my waist and stands up, and we stumble out of the gazebo and into his house.

Once we’re in his bedroom, he undresses me, taking his time slipping off each item of clothing. He looks at me like he wants to take me in and never let go.

And that’s more than fine with me.

I’m lost in this moment with him because it’s about so much more than attraction. His tenderness is something I never knew I wanted so desperately until now, and each one of his touches sends shivers down my spine.

When I slip my hands under his T-shirt, I feel his racing heart. I’m trying to remember every single contour and curve of his body and how it feels beneath my fingertips.

Skin on skin, we move to the bed, and I feel myself melting into him as my body burns for his touch. His arms wrap around me as our bodies intertwine. His touches are gentle, as if searching for something deeper within me.

His body lingers over mine, and it’s as if we’re discovering the secrets hidden beneath our skin. His lips taste sweet like truffles, leaving me longing for more when they move to find every inch of my body except for the most sensitive parts.

It drives me wild, and my breasts ache for his touch. “Maddox.” His name’s a plea on my lips.

“Patience is a virtue.”

“I don’t want to be virtuous.”

He flicks his tongue on my ear and whispers, “Then tell me what you want.”

“Mouth. Here.” I touch my own breasts.

He puts his mouth on my pebbled peak, sucking until I cry out. I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of it.

“Now what?” he asks.

“You. Inside me.”

“How?” He circles his finger over my clit. “Like this?”

“No. Not like that.”

“Like this?” He slips a finger inside, and every muscle in my body goes tight.

“No. More. Please, more.”

Getting impatient, I reach for his throbbing dick and run my hands along its length. His breath grows labored. “Is this what you want?” he rasps, threading his fingers through my hair.

“Yes. Now.”

“Yes ma’am. Don’t move.” He darts off, and the condom is on in record time. Then he slows down again as he lies over me, and my body is shaking with need.

So is his as he places himself between my legs, and we both moan as he enters me. He begins rocking over me in a lazy motion, and already, I can barely hang on.

“You feel so amazing.” His voice is husky, panicked. He slows again, and I pull him harder.

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