Page 44 of Billionaire Romantic
I swirl it.
Then I lick my finger. His eyes are as dark as blue embers. “I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“Yeah? Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“You said you’re not dating anyone. And your friend set you up with me two days ago.”
The question is kind of bold and very personal but, then again, so is what we’re about to do. “When I started my new job I got so stressed out it messed with my cycle. My doctor said the pill might help regulate things.”
“Has it?”
Also personal. So is cashing in my V-card with no barrier—and if he doesn’t let me do this soon, I might start crying and begging. Anyway, it’s like this with us. It’s unusually easy to be completely honest and totally unfiltered. “It’s starting to.”
“So, a hot, sweet, sassy, gorgeous, horny as fuck little virgin on the pill wants me to fuck her with no condom. Are you trying to kill me, Irish?”
“No.” L. Emerson might almost be offended. But Lucky Irish wantsexactlywhat he just described. “I just want…”
“Want what? To find out what it feels like to come so hard you scream my name and forget your own?”
Noah Steel was right about one thing. He’s the easiest person to say yes to in the world. “Yes.” It’s weirdly emotional. “I just…I want to please you and give you so much pleasure you feel like you’re going crazy. Like what you do to me.”
His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, as though he’s on the verge of losing control. “All right then. You asked for it. My girl gets whatever she wants. That’s my job now, to make sure every single one of those wildest dreams comes true. Starting with this one. You’re going tolovethis.” He lays himself over me, using his strength to position me and push my legs wider.
Noah’s hot,enormouscock slides against my slippery, still-pulsing pussy and I moan. The pleasure never really went away. It’s holding on, waiting there for more of his magic to tip it over another extreme edge.
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight.”
I obey him. He takes the head of his cock and rubs himself against my hyper-sensitive clit. He exhales a groan, like it’s almost too much. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before, Lucky Irish. Not once. Ever. But with you, it’s the only way I could.”
I don’t analyze what he’s telling me, but I understand it. He already told me he’s never loved anyone before. It’s a given that I haven’t either. It’s probably impossible for us to already be in love. It’s too fast and we hardly know each other. But the click and the chemistry and the goddamn orgasms are enough. I love being with him. I love the way he smells like leather, fresh air and smoky whiskey, as though he just stepped off a GQ photoshoot wearing wool and leather clothing and campingby a lake. Chopping wood. He smells like hot, virilemanlinessand it’s more than intoxicating, it’s fucking drugging. My new addiction has a mind of its own.
I love the way he tastes and the way his grip is close to painful. I love his deep, husky voice and the words he’s murmuring. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lucky. You ready for me? You want me to fuck you real good?”
It’s a pure, primal, maddening need.“Yes. Yes. Please, Noah.”
Noah pushes his big cock against my soft, slick pussy, opening me. I’m tight but so wet the broad head of his cock slides inside me, stretching me.God, he’s so freaking big.
He pushes deeper, and the stretching, slippery friction rubs a sweet, deeply pleasurable pain that makes me moan. It fuckinghurts, but it also feels impossibly, unfathomably good.
“Noah,” I gasp.
“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. You want more? Then beg me for it.”
“More. More. Please.”
“I know you fuckingloveit, baby girl. Look at you, so damn pretty, taking it like a good girl. Are you going to come for me if I give you more?”
Noah’s hands grip my ass, forcing me to take more of him. He’s so strong I think he might leave bruises and Iwanthim to. I want him to mark me ashis.
He pushes deeper. One hand grips me. With the other, his fingers use my own trickling moisture to circle the cove of my ass. Not entering, but pressing, playing the rhythm of his drives as his huge cock thrusts deeper. And deeper. The fullness and the angle rub my clit and another sweet-hot trigger deep inside me in a synced overload of what could only be described as bliss.
The wave throbs and overflows, shattering me with star-flicked bursts of nearly-unendurable pleasure. I cry out as myinner muscles squeeze tightly around him, over and over. He thrusts into each spasm, spinning the ecstasy higher.
I can feel every ridged inch of him inside me as he fucks me so slowly and deeply I feel like he’s a part of me now. We’re connected and bonded forever. He’s the only thing I can feel.
“Wrap your legs more tightly around me, baby girl.” He’s crooning to me, and I need it. I’m literally being split wide open and his soothing voice anchors me. “Pull your knees higher. That’s it. You’re so good at this. Look at you, taking all of my big cock like a good girl. You feel so fucking good. Come again for me, baby. I’m going to pump you full of my hot cum this time. Are you ready? How bad do you want it?”
