Page 30 of The Billionaires' Gamble
God, she’s insatiable. With one hand encouraging her to keep up the pace, I cup a breast with the other. She presses herself into my palm, that needy point puckering tightly.
How did we get so lucky?
Beside us, her phone rings. Her eyes close for a beat, and she goes still. Then she sighs and snatches up her phone, glaring at it like she could vaporize whoever is on the other end of the call.
“That’s it. I’m blocking her.” Her fingers smash the screen.
“Who?”
“My mother.”
A heartbeat later, she puts the phone aside, all the tension draining out of her, and her expression softens. “That felt good. Like I can breathe again.”
That’s big. I can’t imagine blocking my parents’ calls and texts. Then again, I can’t imagine them acting like Lucinda Winthrop.
“Whatever protects your peace, Beauty...”
Her nails gently scrape my scalp. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me.”
My heart fills at those purred words. “Gladly.”
Then, the ordeal forgotten, she gets back to the business at hand. With a sassy smirk of her lips and a wiggle of her hips, she gives a tight squeeze from her hot little cunt that makes me groan.
She bounces up and down on my cock like it’s her job. Like she’s got her masters in Alexander Hunt. Up and down, even though her thighs have to be screaming.
I kind of love that she’ll happily endure a little pain if it means pleasure. Why is that so hot? I never would have thought this ball of gold would have a masochistic streak. Then again, she is known as the Ice Queen.
But I test my theory by pinching her nipple. Her gasp bounces off the walls around us.
“Yesss.”
She moves faster, riding me hard now. We’re a never-ending chorus of moans and gasps as the water slaps the sides of the tub. The perfect soundtrack as we race toward the finish line. Mymuscles scream, and my balls draw tight. I pinch her just a bit harder. Her skin is bright pink, so flushed and lovely.
“That’s it, Beauty. Take what you need. Ride my cock like a good girl.”
“I’m the best fucking girl.”
Holy shit.
Hearing those words purr from her lips, feeling her hair slap the back of my hand with every joining, I lose it. She fucking steals it.
“Yeah, you are.” I let go of her nipple, and she cries out, her body locking around me. I give her just a second to enjoy herself before I slam her down on my dick, losing every last drop of cum. Hugging her tight, I fuck it into her. “The best girl and all fucking mine.”
She wedges a hand between us and sets off a bigger explosion. Her thighs clamp around my hips, and her pussy strangles my cock.
“Yours,” she murmurs, clearly delirious.
“Mine,” I say again.
“Mine,” she whispers as she melts in my arms. “You’re mine.”
“I am.”
“You stealing our girl, Hunt?” Gabe’s voice intrudes on the moment, but I knew he was there.
“You enjoying the show?” I shoot back and turn a lazy look at my best friend.
He stands in the doorway, King next to him with an arm slung over his shoulder. Gabe reaches down and adjusts himself. Kingston slides his free hand across Gabe’s chest, then south. I don’t know why, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
