Page 201 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

He collapses face first between my legs, his lips directly on my pussy, his hot breath inside me. We lie there in a tangle of sweat, saliva, and the stickiness painting my skin. My heart thunders.

After a moment he lifts his head, his hair wild, his chin glossy with my fluids. “Sorry. Lost control.”

I laugh, voice shaky. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. No apology needed.”

His grin is lopsided. “Sexier than that time in the gym?”

I giggle. “Even better. There’s just something about watching you lose control whilefucking bedsheets and eating my pussy that turns me the fuck on.”

“Well then, we can’t put your erotic energy to waste now, can we? Round two. Need a condom.”

He grabs a packet from the drawer of his nightstand and rips it open. He slips it on, slowly rotating the rubber over his throbbing cock. The fact he’s still rock hard after that... well, let’s just say, his sexual endurance never ceases to amaze me.

Suddenly he’s kissing me softly, and I melt into him. I wrap one hand around his sheathed cock, and he flinches, then kisses me harder.

“Make love to me, Leo,” I tell him from the corner of my mouth.

He positions me beneath him, those godlike thighs caging my hips as he slides into me in one relentless glide.

The stretch steals my breath, so perfect I arch off the bed, my moan tangling with his growl.

When he’s fully sheathed, our foreheads press together, and his sweat drips onto my skin. I taste the salt. Yearn for more of it. I lick his cheek.

His green eyes are darker now, more primal.

Just the way I like them.

He moves slowly, his hips rolling like he’s savoring every inch, every shudder I can’t suppress.

My fingers dig into his huge biceps, the muscles flexing under my grip as he controls the pace.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” he rasps.

I can’t reply. I can’t say a word.

“I’ll. Do. Whatever. It. Takes.” He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips, hitting a spot that makes me cry out each time.

My nails score his back, and he groans in approval, as if my marks are a gift.

“Faster,” I manage.

The demand spills out, raw and hungry.

He obeys instantly, slamming into me with a ferocity that rattles the headboard.

I groan, almost wishing I hadn’t said a word.

The rhythm is punishing, the sweat slicking his chest as he pins my wrists above my head.

My earlier release makes the glide obscenely smooth, and I gasp at the filth of it, the sheer ownership.

“Look at me,” he orders, his voice fraying.

His free hand slides between us, his fingers circling my clit with ruthless precision. “I want to watch you break.”

Our eyes lock as pleasure coils tighter inside me.

I bite my lip, tasting blood.

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