Page 10 of British Billionaire
I should start a religion.
Sexianity.
We’d worship cock. And pussy. And the earth-shattering sensation you get when you connect it all together with a big strong billionaire you love with all your heart even though you only just met and you’re from two totally different worlds.
“Yes!” Jacob thrusts up into me. Burying his length deep inside my body. My orgasm simmers beneath the surface like a well-cooked pot of pasta.
Al dente.
Cover me in butter and tomato sauce and cheese and call me done.
“Fuck!” I shout. “I’m coming! I’m fucking coming!”
He kisses my breasts and then my chest and then my neck. I slam down with my hips. Griding my love hard against his erection.
Sweat pours down my face.
I can barely see.
Then the whole world turns to bliss. Every single cell in my body trembles. Squirms. Explodes.
I’m like a nuclear bomb that won’t stop exploding.
I am the sun.
Powerful enough to bring life to a massive stupid rock flying through space at a million miles an hour.
"Oh, God!" Jacob continues to push out the final savage seconds of his climax. "I love you," he says again. "I love you so fucking much."
I lay down next to him and he trails his finger along the side of my body. My chest rises and falls as I swallow huge gulps of air. My skin vibrates like a tuning fork.
I don’t even remember taking my clothes off, but as I look down, I find myself completely naked.
There’s a wicked grin on Jacob's handsome face. “That was life-changing,” he says.
“Water.” I croak. “Poppy need water.”
He laughs. He kisses me softly on the forehead. Like I’m a well-behaved goat who’s just provided him with a whole bucketful of creamy fresh milk.
He gets up and grabs the bottle of champagne from the table.
It’s not water, but it will do.
“Thank you.” I snatch the bottle from his hand like my life depends on it.
The chilled, bubbly liquid feels like heaven itself as it slides down my throat.
Only when I’ve drunk my fill am I ready to speak.
“What does this mean?” I ask. “I came here for a job interview, and now...”
My words trail off. I don't know how to describe what's just happened. It's nothing I've ever experienced before. How can I put into words something so profound? Something so visceral?
“It means we love each other.” He takes the Champagne and puts it down on the floor. I snuggle up in front of him. Our bodies connect like they were made for each other. Big spoon. Little spoon. In front of the fire. “It means you’re mine now. I've claimed you with my seed.”
I rest my head against his arm. I’m not entirely sure what he means by ‘his’, but I like the sound of it.
“And the job?” I ask. “Did I get it?”
