Page 119 of Rival to the Billionaire

Grabbing for my own belt, I loosen it and unbutton my pants before sliding them down over my hips. Grateful for the miracle of birth control and both of us being clean, I guide my throbbing cock against the curve of Jenny's ass before prodding at her entrance, the blood in my veins pounding as I grip her hips.

"Fuck. You ready for me, baby?"

"Oh God, yes," she groans out loud, her head hanging against the table and her shoulders shaking. I slip a hand up her back, gripping her shoulder as I slide in and she lets out a long, throaty sigh. "So good…"

"You feel amazing," I tell her, my fingers tightening around her shoulders as she arches forwards, letting me inside and taking another deep, shuddering breath. "I love the way you feel. I love the way your pussy grips me, baby."

"Ryder. I'm?—"

"Don't. Don't tell me that you're going to come, Jenny. I'm not done with you yet. Stay with me."

"I'll try," she gasps, her hands shaking as she tries to hold herself upright. I can feel myself growing larger inside her, stretching her.

"That's right. Fucking feel me. Feel how damn hard you make me. Feel how much I want you."

"Oh God. I do!" she cries out, moaning and panting as I circle my hips, angling myself inside her. Sliding against her.

My fingers release her shoulder, and she lets out a choked cry as my hand closes around her wrist, angling it up over the bend in the table.

"You're irresistible," I breathe, lowering my lips so they skim across her nape. "I can't believe you're mine."

She gasps, nodding. "I am yours. I'm so yours."

I pull back again and thrust hard, going deep into her. She cries out through clenched teeth, her back arching as she tilts her hips to meet me. I bite her shoulder gently, feeling the warmth of her skin on my lips as my hand slides up her side to caress the side of her breast.

Lust-mad and drunk off the wiles that is this woman, I stroke her even harder, my thrusts matching the beat of my words as they let loose from my lips.

"I." Thrust. "Can't wait." Thrust. "To make you." Harder thrust. "My wife."

"Ryder!" Jenny whimpers out, her body starting to squeeze mine as she reaches an explosive climax that is powerful enough to obliterate us both.

With a few last, powerful strokes, I join her, my body folding over hers as I release inside of her, filling her with my warmth. And we remain that way for a blissful minute before I slide out of her, planting a kiss on her shoulder as I ease Jenny's dress back down around her bare thighs.

She turns her head towards her shoulder, and I kiss the side of her lush mouth, our lips barely touching as I pick up my phone to check the time.

"I don't know what to wear to the party," she whispers.

"I think you should arrive just like this. Freshly fucked. Doesn't that sound perfect? You'll fit right in at the party."

Turning completely over to face me, her words are barely audible as she rests her hand against my chest. “Oh, yeah, our super conservative board would love that.”

I laugh. “You might be surprised.”

“Come on. These are people who would never take anyone seriously for the new co-chair who isn't wearing the right Cartier watch.”

"I don't know about that," I shrug. "I don't know anyone on the board that wouldn't take you for the new co-chair. Especially after you've been kicking ass in prep for the app launch."

She laughs, the melodic sound of it tinkling through the air. "You think so? But it's not just about showing up and getting their votes. It's about making a statement. About saying that I'm ready for this."

"You are ready," I tell her with a quick kiss. "You are so ready, baby. To be the new co-chair."

"I have so many things to say," she breathes.

"I'll make sure you get a chance to talk."

"There are so many possibilities…" she says, her breath hot against my skin. "Things that I'm really passionate about…"

"You'll get your chance."

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