Page 30 of Dating the Billionaire
She lifted and bent her legs, sliding them over his shoulders, and he sank deeper inside her yet. She cried out, and he tensed.
But she clutched his butt, sinking her short nails into his skin, and urged him to thrust. “Harder, harder,” she demanded, greedy for more of the pleasure he’d already given her.
He loved that.
Loved how he could feel the little ripples as she started to come again. She was so damn responsive, so sexy, so addictive...
He was getting so attached to her—in a way he had to no one else.
Her fingers slid over his butt, between his legs as she stroked his scrotum. Her touch drove him insane, pushed his control, so he moved in a frenzy—desperate for release. Finally his body tensed, then shuddered as he ejaculated, coming and coming in an orgasm more powerful than the ones she’d given him that first time. She was even more amazing than he’d remembered.
“Savannah!” He shouted her name.
She unwound her legs from around him and sank into the mattress, seemingly boneless and satiated. He should have been, too. But his cock stirred inside her.
She arched dark blond brows over those navy blue eyes of hers. “Again? You are incredible.”
“So are you,” he said. She was the most responsive, generous lover he’d ever had. It was no wonder that he could think of nothing and nobody else but her.
He’d never clicked with anyone sexually as well as he had with her. She just knew what to do—how to move, where to touch him...
But it was more than that; he felt a connection to her—a complete intimacy—that he’d never felt with anyone else. It was as if she was part of him, inside his body, his mind, his passion...
Shifting on the mattress, she contracted those inner muscles around him. But he had to pull out, had to pull off the condom to reach for another.
Before he could put one on, her fingers sheathed him, and she pumped his cock in her hand, making him fully hard, making him throb and ache again.
How could he want her so damn much? She was quickly becoming an obsession for him.
She wanted him, too, though. She pushed him back, so that he sprawled on the mattress. Then she replaced her hand with her mouth, sliding it up and down him until he was on the edge of coming.
Before he could, she slid her lips off his cock. Then she took that condom from his fingers and rolled that onto him, and she straddled him.
And she rode him, driving him out of his mind as she bounced up and down and jostled against him. He cupped her breasts, which bounced with her movements, and he rubbed his thumbs over her tight nipples, teasing her to the brink of the same madness she’d brought him.
She increased her rhythm, bucking and grinding against him...until finally she came, screaming his name. He arched up and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth like he thrust his cock deep within her core. And finally he came again, his groan filling her mouth like his ejaculation filled the condom.
How could it have been so powerful after the one he’d just had? What the hell did she do to him? Was she making him fall for her?
