Page 104 of Bonking the Billionaire

It felt so fucking good that if I let her, she’d make me come just like this. But we only had one weekend, and I couldn’t let this end before it had even begun.

“Your mouth feels too good,” I hissed.

She said something but the sound was muffled, vibrating against my cock.

The sensation rippled through me as she pumped harder and faster. I grabbed hold of the walls to steady myself. Each stroke of her mouth took me closer, lifted me higher, but I wasn’t prepared to let this end so quickly.

“Up here, with me,” I said, my voice sounding rough, desperate.

She said something again, though I couldn’t understand, by the look in her I could guess—rule number two.

“I want to fuck you against this shower wall, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to come before I can.”

She slowed, stopped, and let my dick spring from her lips.

“Hold that thought.” She hurried out of the shower, and headed toward the sink. A moment later she returned with a foil packet.

“You’re prepared,” I said, surprised but pleased by her forethought.

“You have no idea,” she said, then she dove at me, kissing me hard and deep.

I ran my hands down her body, massaging every part of her. She leaned into my touch, panting.

I heard the foil rip.

She reached down and slipped the rubber over my length.

“You are so big,” she said. “I need you inside of me.”

I needed her too. I needed her so much that I was afraid to speak the words or I may scare her away. I reached a hand down between us and massaged her clit with two fingers.

“I need you now.” She grabbed the base of my dick, lifted her leg around my hip and slid the tip inside.

I clenched my teeth. She was so tight, so fucking good.

“Ohmygosh,” she gasped, tilting her hips in a small circle.

“Grab hold of my neck.”

She did as I told her. I lifted her thighs and she wrapped her legs around my hips, my cock still teasing the both of us just inside her entrance.

I kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and claimed her mouth. She panted as I broke the kiss.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I backed her against the wall and sank into her slowly, torturously, allowing her time to accommodate me. Then I relented before delving in again, gently setting a rhythm that made her moan, never giving more than I knew she could take.

“You feel so good.” She gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders.

“You, too.” She was soft and tight and so wet, it took everything I had not to slam all the way in.

But she didn’t wait for me to give her what she wanted, she bucked her hips against me, taking me deeper and deeper.

She cried out. “Yes, Oscar.”

It felt so good hearing her say my name like that.

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