Page 77 of The Billionaire's Vow

I moaned and whined. “Please make me come.”

“You won’t have to wait much longer,” he whispered against my skin.

The door opened, and we stepped out. The only light lit was the Jackson Pollock painting. I was already hot, but I felt a jolt to my clit, that chaotic urgency I drew on from the masterpiece. He ripped his shirt open and dropped to his knees in front of me, licking my pussy with my legs closed; I opened them and grabbed his head hard, pushing against his mouth and rollingmy hips as he devoured me. He squeezed my ass hard as he lapped.

“Nourish me, Bella,” he said between rough pants.

“Ohhh, Ohh,” I moaned loudly.

Rocco sucked my clit, and my legs shook; he took me down on that rug and spread me wider, sucking and thrusting his tongue inside me, and I came, shaking and gripping his head. He kissed and nibbled up my stomach to lay on top of me and kiss me deeply, then commanded, “Get on all fours.”

I rolled over on my stomach, and I heard the sound of buttons breaking as he tore off the rest of his clothes and then dropped down behind me. His hands dug hard into my hips, and he lunged inside of me, and I cried out at the sweet, hot surge of his thrust. He was so big and thick it felt like agony and ecstasy.

“You break me every time. You burn me, you squeeze me so tight,” he moaned and groaned as he fucked me.

I writhed, moving my hips back to meet his hot drives. “Take me harder, hurt me,” I pleaded. It was primal mating. I wanted to feel conquered.

“It’s mine, feel it,” Rocco said roughly between hard breaths. He was so possessive and commanding, and I wanted it all. He moved unrestrained inside of me with a power thrust, in and out. I could feel the slap of his balls, the drips of his sweat, and the damp hair on his body. All of it made me lose myself in him. I was wild and desperate, wanting him to stay inside me.

I moaned and began to sob; I needed him to fuck me raw.

Rocco got me. He slammed inside of me.

I tried to hold back, but my body climbed, and my inner walls tightened. I was going to come again. Rocco ground his cock in, and I shook all over. “Ohh. Ohh, Rocco.” I came and didn’t stop. He reached a hand in front of me and stroked my clit. I cried out as ecstasy took me, spasming around his cock.

“Christ,” Rocco said, moaning, gripping my hips tighter as he pounded. His sensual strokes hitting spots inside me made me delirious and feral. It felt too good.

“Oh, Rocco,” I moaned and pushed back into his thrust.

“Adelina,” he let out a roar as he came, jerking and grabbing my hips and squeezing them.

I moaned and spasmed with aftershocks around his thick cock.

“Yes, yes….” I could only say. I felt euphoric and exhausted.

He let out a heavy groan as he slowly pulled out. And even that sweet last glide of his cock was pure ecstasy. It wasn’t just sex; he pushed me sexually in a way I wouldn’t have dared to explore.

“Ready for more?” Rocco scooped me off my feet and carried me upstairs to start all over again.

The elevator door opened, and Rocco entered the loft with his arms wide. I let out an excited gasp as I went into his embrace. His eight days away in L.A. felt like an eternity, and he was just as willing to get closer, grabbing the back of my head and crushing his lips to mine. I kissed him back, sliding my tongue in his mouth, and moaned. My hand grasped his free hand and pulled it down between my thighs.

Rocco suddenly broke our kiss and clasped my hand, stopping me.

“You don’t want to?” I asked in a shocked tone, catching my breath.

“I do, Bella—”

“Rocco stopped because I’m here.”

A man stepped out of the elevator from behind him, and I instantly recognized him as George Caruso, one of the mostvisible wealthiest men in the world. His messy pompadour had become iconic and a signature part of his persona. That, and he was often doing flashy stunts, like sending a neon welcome banner up on one of his private spacecrafts to encourage alien tourism.

My face heated, and I quickly straightened my dress. “Excuse me.”

“No, please excuse me,” George said and let out a whistle. “Passione, eh Rocco?”

“Yes. My Adelina spoils me.” Rocco kissed my forehead and took my waist. “George decided to take a ride back with me from L.A.”

George came over and extended his hand. “Glad to meet you.”

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