Page 71 of Billionaire Undeceived - Devon

Devon grasped my ass a little harder, and I could tell he was forcing himself not to take control.

He was letting me set the pace.

Letting me satisfy myself.

This wasn’t a position we’d done a lot because I wasn’t used to it, but he was obviously determined to make me love it.

I put my hands on his broad shoulders and watched his face as I sped up the pace.

His eyes darkened, and I could tell that he liked it, so I kept moving faster.

“Christ!” he cursed as his hands moved to my hips and started to guide me. “You make me completely insane.”

I sat up as he pulled me up and down, his hips rising to meet every thrust.

I savored it when Devon lost control.

I marveled that I could actually make that happen.

“Touch those gorgeous tits,” he insisted. “Feel every bit of pleasure you can get. Be greedy. Your pussy strangling my cock feels so fucking good that I’m not going to last long.”

I’d never donethatbefore, but nothing I ever did with Devon felt wrong to me.

I cupped my breast and pinched my nipples. The sensation went straight to the place that the two of us were joined.

It was such a pleasurable sensation that I did it over and over again as Devon thrust his hips up to keep slamming inside of me.

“Devon,” I cried out as I threw my head back and let out a very loud and uncontrolled moan.

I could feel my climax rising up to meet me, and when Devon moved one of his hands to stimulate my clit, I imploded.

“That’s it, baby,” he said harshly. “Milk my cock.”

I didn’t have any choice in the matter. My climax was fierce, and my core clenched around his massive cock in powerful spasms.

He found his own release with a groan that sounded like a combination of intense pleasure and relief.

I leaned down and kissed him, an embrace that was both sensual and soothing.

I had to bite my lip to keep from telling him how much I loved him.

How much he’d changed my entire life just by being in it.

Those words had almost tumbled from my lips spontaneously because I’d desperately needed to say them.

My heart ached to let those emotions out, but it was probably too soon to be talking about love.

I knew exactly how I felt, but I’d be crushed if he didn’t or couldn’t say those words to me.

I can wait.

I’d waited thirty-two years to find a man like Devon. I could force myself not to say those words and screw up what we had at the moment.

He held me tight as I buried my face in his neck and caught my breath.

I had him.

He was my guy.

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