Page 26 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

She played with her nipples while he watched and bucked into his face as he licked and sucked, thrusting his tongue in and out of her. The sensations of ecstasy were almost overpowering.

What was so thrilling was that Dean never even said a word. He gave her pleasure, ensuring she was left jelly-kneed with lust before he rose and gently turned her around, moving her to a table in front of her. He bent her over, keeping her ass exposed by her dress riding high over her waist. It took moments to drop his pants and plunge into her entrance in one magnificent thrust.

She cried out unintelligibly. The shock of pleasure-pain was joyously endured because she’d needed and wanted him for so long. It felt like months and not just a week since he’d been inside her. The wait was definitely worth it, but damn had he always been this immense? Sheri couldn’t remember if she’d ever felt this full before. It was amazing, sending waves of carnal enjoyment coursing through her brain cells.

She never dreamed of something like this, being taken hard by Dean in a room barely closed off from the unsuspecting public. She could hear strains of the music and sounds from the crowd in the ballroom. But the rush of blood in her temples was making her lightheaded and as such, positively blind and numb to anything else but the granite-hard member slamming in and out of her from the back.

Her body and soul came alive for him. She wiggled her butt and heard him ground out her name, “Sheri,” and then he slapped her ass.

She loved it – loved how he grabbed her breasts as they swayed beneath her, rolling her nipples and making her back arch with pleasure.

She loved hearing them both groan simultaneously as he bottomed out inside her. Tears of sweet agony stung her eyes. Being this close to him, feeling them merged so perfectly, always had her on a different cloud. Yet as much as she craved his body, his sex, she longed just as much for his heart and his mind. When the pleasure blasted into nirvana, even when they would both climb to the very mountain peak of fulfillment, Sheri knew she would have nothing left of him to hold onto that really mattered.

And, it shredded her heart to pieces. She hated herself for wanting him, for letting him use her for his pleasure, even as she was guilty of the same crime. Too bad that for her, it was more than just raw, shameless sex, but a submission of her innermost emotions to be accepted and loved by him.

His hands on her hips pinned her against him as he plumbed her depths with that drilling shaft. Garbled sounds from her mouth had to be muffled by her hand, while she welcomed the feel of Dean buried deeper inside her than she thought possible. It was a welcome alien feeling she was becoming too attached to.

He worded harsh, four-letter epithets as her tight walls began to pulse and shiver around him. His arms wrapped around her body and he kissed her exposed back, neck and shoulders, bringing her closer to her orgasm.

“Dean!” She rippled on and on around his girth, his pace now a slapping, fiendish cadence. Her grip on the table’s edges tightened as she saw the need to ground herself before getting blasted off into another hemisphere of ecstasy. She moaned, “I can’t bear it… I can’t…”

“Just feel it for me, princess,” rasped Dean. “I need you to feel it for me – for us.”

There is no us, her mind intercepted just as her body splintered in pieces in release. Her hips met his thrust for thrust, feeling his fingers find their way to her clit and intensify her disintegration. His moans and groans of pleasure were turning her whole system into a billowing inferno.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Give it up. Just give it to me,” he coaxed, relentlessly pounding her to her biggest ever climax within a climax.

It was glorious feeling him still plowing into her even after the shocks of her immense orgasm had subsided. Now, she could sense his own release mounting to the surface. It felt like he could rip her apart! Much as the force of his thrusts made her quake with renewed enjoyment, there was something she knew would make this even more memorably forbidden and hot.

“You ready?” she purred, head looking over her shoulder at him sultrily.

“Fuck, Sheri. I’m close.”

She licked on her lips. “Pull out, baby. I want to taste it.”

“Goddammit.”

She loved hearing him swear. He looked and sounded so cute. But cute was the last way she’d describe his big fat monster, which pulled out of her quivering hole. She was out of breath with excitement as she faced him and lowered on her haunches.

She didn’t even need hands to have the swollen head of his member drawn into her mouth. Tasting him and herself this way was a major head trip. He moaned at the wet cocoon she bathed him in as well as the flicks of her tongue. She took as much of him as she could and stared up into his eyes expectantly.

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