The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

She did.

She ground over my shaft, twisting her body at the bottom of each dip, caging me inside her cunt.

“Fuuuck.” I released her nipple. “If you keep that up, it’s not going to be yours for much longer.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” She breathed against my cheek. “Maybe I want to feel you come because there’s nothing sexier than watching a man lose himself.”

Damn it, that was hot.

A woman who wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her.

“Then, fuck me,” I told her. “Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.”

It was as if a switch went off.

Her speed wasn’t what changed, nor was it the power she used.

This was deeper.

More intimate.

A tightness that came from within.

She reached behind her back to cup my balls while she bounced over me, keeping my shaft lodged inside her, turning her body in different directions to gain friction from every angle. And as she tickled my sack, my balls started to tighten.

The sensation building.

“Damn it.” My fingers rubbed her clit, my other hand squeezing her tit. “Fuck me!”

She did-harder.

Her pussy became wetter.

She was practically clutching my cock, milking the cum from me.

She wanted me to blow.

And she was going to get it.

I gripped her waist, holding on.

Taking it.

Allowing her to work my orgasm through my body with each dip of her cunt.

“Jo,” I groaned as I was about to hit the peak, the intensity at its strongest, the feeling consuming me. “You’re making me fucking come.”

“Me too! Oh God!”

Pump after pump, she sucked me dry, filling the condom.

And while she rode the hell out of me, my eyes stayed on hers.

Watching her.

Viewing every second that she possessed my cock.

The moment I fell apart, she did too, rocking her hips, shaking over me, our moans matching.

“Oh God, yes!”

When she finally stilled, when there was nothing left to drain out of me, she kept me inside her and flattened her hands against my chest.

Her breath came out in pants. “I wonder if my girls are looking for me.” She laughed. “I told them I was just going to check the score.”

Her satiated stare made me smile. “Do you think another twenty minutes will matter?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Twenty minutes?”

I flipped her onto her back, my mouth diving into her neck. “Maybe thirty.” I moaned, knowing I was about to change the condom and do this all over again.

JOANNA

“W

here have you been?” Monica asked as I reclined over the lounger next to hers.

After I’d left Jenner’s room, I’d hurried up to mine, seeing a text from Monica that said the girls had gone to the pool, and I’d quickly changed into my bikini and rushed downstairs.

I pushed my sunglasses even higher on my face and rolled my head toward my best friend. “I’ve been … busy.”

“Take your glasses off.”

“Why?”

She sat up on her elbows. “Take. Them. Off.”

I lowered the metal frames to the end of my nose, feeling the heat from her gaze as she diagnosed me. Her stare narrowed, dipping to my neck and back up to my forehead.

She gently slapped my arm. “You just got laid, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t stop my smile from spreading. “No.”

“Liar.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She knew me better than anyone in this world.

That was what happened when you had met your best friend your freshman year in college, assigned as dormmates, and had been inseparable ever since. I couldn’t life without her, and that was why, within a few seconds, she knew I would give her every juicy detail.

At least, most of the details.

Some I wanted to keep to myself.

“Okay, okay … I got laid.” I used my hand to fan my face. “Girl, it was hot. Like smoking, scorching, oh my God, I’ll never recover from this kind of hot.”

She slipped off her own glasses, like she needed a better look at me. “You just went to check the score of the game, and you met a dude that quickly? How does that even happen? Who is he? I’m beyond floored right now.”

I shrugged. “I took a seat in the sportsbook, and before I knew it, I was going up to his room.”

“Jo …” She gripped the spot she had just slapped. “He could have murdered you. Or trafficked you. Or tortured you, Dexter-style.”

“I love you.”

“I’m not kidding.”

I sat up in the lounger, folding my legs, wrapping my arms around my stomach. “I know you’re not, but trust me, I assessed the situation, and I was completely safe.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again?” She grabbed her pink drink and downed half the glass. “You know, unless I’m with you and I can give him my seal of he won’t murder my best friend approval.”

I grinned. “Promise.”

She set the cup down. “Now that we’ve got that settled, tell me everything.” She glanced toward the pool, where Lex and Courtney were standing in the shallow end, talking to two guys. “Unless you want to wait for them? You know you’ll have to repeat all of this the second they get out.”

“It’s fine.” I lifted her drink, holding it against my cheek, still feeling flushed from Jenner. “Monica, all it took was a flirty conversation. I think we were talking about neckties-I don’t even know-and I was suddenly a puddle at his feet. That’s how magical that man is.”

“Tying you up? Okay, that’s way hot.” The waitress walked by, and Monica ordered two more of the drinks I was still holding against my face. “So, did he?”

I sighed. “No, but I was mentally tied to him in every possible way. He knew my body, like he’d been studying it for years. And he made me feel things”-I shook my head-“things I’d never felt down there or anywhere before.”

“I’m literally shook right now.” Her eyes widened. “You’re not the girl who sleeps with a dude on the first date-or even the third, never mind a man you knew for twelve seconds.”