Page 17 of The Billionaire and His Forever

I whisper her name over and over as I kiss her collarbone, her neck, her throat, her jaw. Her legs wrap around my hips, arms circling my torso. We’re locked together so tightly, the hitching of her chest almost feels like it’s my own.

“Shh, love. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Let it out. Everything’s going to be all right,” I soothe her, praying it’s not a lie, kissing away the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes.

Her lips find mine, and her tongue probes into my mouth hungrily, aggressively, little moans issuing from her throat. I’m instantly hard all over again.

I twist a lock of her hair around my fingers and tug. She moans louder.

“I missed hearing you make that sound,” I tell her between kisses.

“I missed making it,” she says, reaching down to squeeze me through my briefs.

Now it’s my turn to moan. Pulling away, I roll to the other side of the bed. “Sit up,” I say. “You’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking.”

With that, I slowly slide the straps of her tank top down her arms, trailing kisses over her shoulders as I go. She shivers at the attention, and I move my mouth over her neck again, making her breath come faster. Then I pull her top off over her head, make quick work of removing her bra, and take her right nipple in my mouth. I ease her back down on the bed as I suck greedily. Fuck, I’ve missed this. The feel of her pert, pebbled nipple in my mouth. How her body arches as I lavish her with my tongue. When I move to her other breast, she drags her fingernails through my hair and I let loose a groan.

“I missed your taste,” I murmur. “I missed your scent. I missed everything about you.”

“Don’t make me cry again,” she whispers. “I need you. Don’t be gentle.”

I oblige. I kiss my way down her torso, tugging her skirt off roughly, and find her bare pussy waiting for me. She opens her legs and I lick my lips, eager to dive into her. To devour her. Because tonight is for getting lost in Abbie’s body, for erasing the past few days and forgetting where I’ve been. It’s my homecoming.

Her center is as sweet as I remember, her clit just as sensitive as it’s been in my dreams. As I swirl my tongue around the small nub, she claws at my scalp and lets loose another deep moan. I love the sound of her coming undone, the way she pulls my hair harder and harder, her voice soft and breathy as she urges me on. I begin lapping her all the way up and then back down, slow at first and then faster.

“Graham,” she pants.

The way she says my name like that goes straight to my cock. With a growl, I dive into her opening, tongue plunging inside as deep as I can go. She gasps in pleasure and starts grinding against my mouth. I’m so turned on I can’t help thrusting against the bed myself, turning animal. Abbie’s getting closer by the second. I can sense it. The way she’s pulling my hair, her moans pitching higher, her thighs squeezing my ears.

“Wait. I don’t want to come yet,” she says, lifting my head in her hands and shifting just out of reach. “I need to feel you inside.”

She tugs me toward her and I crawl up the bed, dropping kisses from her hips to her breasts along the way. Abbie’s in such a hurry to have me, she doesn’t even get my underwear all the way down before she has my throbbing cock in her grip, pumping it in her hand as she thumbs the slick of precum over the head.

I give her nipple one last hard suck and then fall into her arms, burying my face in her hair. “I’m going to fuck you silly,” I rumble against her neck, feeling her shiver at my words.

“Good. Because that’s exactly what I need.”

She gives my shaft another firm squeeze, and I groan at her touch.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I order in between kisses.

She obeys, spreading her knees wide, thrusting her ass toward me, her pinkness exposed. I think about burying my face in it, getting a second round of her taste on my tongue, but I can’t hold back any longer. I’m desperate for her, desperate to feel the tight, wet silk of her cunt wrapping around me once again.

Abbie is mine and mine alone. I’m going to make her remember that.

After dropping my briefs to the floor, I get back on the bed to join her. On my knees, I position my tip against the soft lips of her pussy and tease her with a few quick dips in and out. Her hands fist in the sheets as she waits for me to destroy her, her entire body trembling with anticipation. I tease her some more, enjoying myself. Pushing just a little deeper with every pump, lengthening each thrust bit by bit before I finally glide all the way in, hard and deep. Both of us moan, and I force myself to go completely still. I’m buried inside her to the hilt, eyes shut, reveling in the feel of her. So tight. So wet. So hungry for more. This is my heaven.

“Fuck me, Graham,” she murmurs, squeezing her walls around me.

At her words, I let the animal loose. My hips smack against her ass with satisfying slaps, and I gather her hair into a ponytail in my hand, holding it tight as I thrust faster and harder, like tomorrow will never come. But she feels too good, and I’m nowhere near finished with her yet.

Pulling out, I flip her onto her back and drag her to the end of the bed, so her ass is almost off the mattress. Then I pull her ankles up to rest on my shoulders and slide into her again, feeling her clench around me as I pick up where I left off. I pound into her like I have something to prove—and maybe I do. If there’s a way to communicate my love to her with my body, this is how I’ll do it. I look down into her lust-hazed eyes and slow my rhythm, letting her feel every inch of me inside of her as I move. Mouth falling open with her groans, Abbie slides a hand between her thighs, toying with herself as I fuck her.

“God, that’s hot. Good girl. I love watching you do that,” I encourage her.

“Mmm,” she answers.

I turn my head to nibble her ankle, and then she pulls her legs down so she can wrap them around my waist.

“Come here,” she says, holding out her arms to me.

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