Page 56 of The Billionaire

What the hell is wrong with me?

I exhaled and looked back at the ocean. No matter how damn much I want to, I’m thinking about tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. I shook my head and took another sip of coffee.

Just live. Let Your hair down. Take a chance. Learn not to care. He had told me. I laughed on the inside how easy it is for some to do so.

Damn it, McKenzie. Stop thinking so damn much!

I leaned my head back again and sighed. I closed my eyes and suddenly jumped at Kyle’s laughter.

“Woman, what is wrong here?” He laughed and sat down in his slacks and a soft cotton shirt. He was barefoot.

“I thought you had a phone call? Do you really want to know?” I wined. “Or should we just keep things light. Keep things simple.”

“It got cut short. Oh, I want to complex things up a whole lot.” He dragged my chair to his and wrapped his strong large hands around my bare ankles. I looked around to see if any of the staff bothered to watch.

He began kissing my neck. “Tell me, kitten. Why is a beautiful woman like you, while she’s in paradise, with an entire villa and staff at her disposal—why is she in such distress and look like she’s having a breakdown.” He nestled his hot lips against my neck.

It was so hard to think with him doing that.

“I don’t know if you’ll understand. You have it so easy. And I don’t mean your income.”

“Do I?”

He began unbuttoning a few buttons of my dress as his tongue trailed along my collarbone.

Jeeze he was like the never ending energized Trojan horse!His hand freely cupped me as his thumb and pointer squeezed my nipple and I squirmed trying to stay focused yet I felt my tension begin to lift at his touch.

“Yeah….” I trailed.

“What else?”

“It’s just—” His lips found my bare nipple as his hand rested on my hip, his thumb grazing the satin covering my pulsating mound.

“You….”

The wicker furniture made a small squeak as he leaned me back on the pillows filled with down material. I was once again rendered speechless and my head spun as his body silenced all thoughts and all I realized that what I needed was him right then.

He turned on a whole another switch in me. He made me feel so damn good that it felt illegal. He always, always, made me feel good and my frustration that I felt earlier just turned into ammunition to make him feel good. To make him feel just as crazy as he made me.

I reached for his thick, throbbing gorgeous Johnson and ordered him to lean back.

I freed his eager hard shaft and wrapped my hand hard around the top and made a small intent pump as my hot eager mouth took all of him until I reached the very bottom of the base. He instantly moaned and I felt like a million dollars. This turned me on like crazy.

I continued this as I occasionally twirled my tongue around his head, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum, until finally he picked me up and wrapped me around his waist. He was so strong, his hands cupped my ass cheeks and placed me on top of the white wooden rail. It was the perfect height for him to enter me and for me to face him and look into his magical eyes.

As he began railing into me, he stimulated my swollen clitoris with his skilled pointer again touching me, caressing me, touching, caressing and it was as if the world went still. Fireworks went off and he and I made sense. Perfect sense. Why would I ever want to leave something so good? Making love so good?

Our bodies took over and went to another level of love-making. I clenched my walls around his hardened shaft and we both cried out together with the loyal waves merrily cheering us on.

With each drive, he whispered to me. “This is what living is all about. I want you in my life for more than just a weekend.”

His driving became more intense, deeper, smoother, harder.

“Say it.”

I cried out.

“Say you’ll stay more than just a weekend.”

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