Page 119 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

“Good?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He tightens it again. Pounding harder. Faster. The pleasure seems suddenly unbearable. I’m seeing stars.

His grip loosens and the world of the shower rushes back, but the dizzy euphoria lingers. Every nerve feels electrified, hyper-aware of his cock inside me, his thumb on my clit, his fingers mapping the frantic rhythm of my pulse.

“Still with me?” he rumbles.

“Yes,” I say, clawing at his forearm.

“Good girl.” He adjusts the pressure on my neck again, testing,controlling, as his hips slap harder.

He rides the edge of my pleasure,drawing it out, making me whimper, making me beg. He whispers praise against my skin.

‘Good girl.’

‘Fuck, you feel amazing.’

‘Take it all.’

The triple stimulation is unbearable... the steady chokehold of pleasure at my throat, the relentless friction below, the praise. “Leo, I’m… I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he interrupts, his voice fraying.

His fingers ease just as my climax detonates, the release so violent I nearly collapse, my vision whiting out for a second. He catches me, his hand sliding from my neck to brace my chest, his other still working my clit through the convulsions.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go.”

“Leo!” I cry out, my body convulsing around his cock. He groans, thrusting deeper, faster, his own control snapping.

A faint, salty wetness slicks my inner thighs. And it’s not water.

Did I just…? Oh god.

“Fuck, Sabrina, yousquirted—”

He groans loudly, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he spills inside the condom. I feel him pulsing, his release triggering smaller aftershocks of my own pleasure.

“Sofuckinghot,” he moans.

Finally he collapses against me, resting his forehead on mine, his body trembling slightly, his breathing ragged against my ear.

We stand there, tangled together under the hot spray, the water sluicing over us, the only sounds our harsh breaths and the drumming of the water against the tiles.

Vulnerable.

Sated.

And completely confused.

After a long moment, he pulls back slightly, his hands framing my face. He looks… wrecked. The usual mask completely gone.

“Wow,” he breathes, a look of dazed wonder in his eyes.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, feeling ridiculously shy suddenly.

He kisses me again, softly this time beneath the spray. A lingering tenderness that feels more intimate than the sex itself.

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