Page 70 of The Billionaire and His Forever

“Come here,” I instruct him. He looks up at me from between my legs, curiosity and hunger radiating from him. “I want to suck you.”

He moves slowly back up, the feel of his skin on mine driving me insane so soon after my orgasm. I lick my lips as he kneels on either side of my head, my mouth ready and open when he positions his cock over my open mouth. Grasping the top of the headboard, he thrusts forward at the same time I suck him into my mouth. From this angle, he hits the back of my throat easily, bringing tears to my eyes. I bob my head, making him groan with the hard suction of my cheeks, relishing the feel of him, the power I have over him again.

“Naughty girl,” Graham murmurs, breathing hard. His hips grind fast, jolting like he can’t control himself, his cock drilling deeper into my mouth. “I’ve missed my naughty girl.”

I respond by gently stroking the soft skin below his balls with my thumb, circling gently, then dipping even lower to press against his hole. He growls and throws his head back, panting slightly.Ooh. He likes that. Maybe as much as I do. I toy with him a little more, sucking and probing and stroking, enjoying the sounds pouring out of his mouth.

“Careful,” he warns. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”

“Hmm?” I ask, a questioning moan I can barely manage around his length.

He thrusts faster, clinging to the headboard, jackhammering against my tongue. I can taste the tang of precum, feel him growing even harder. I look up to lock eyes with him and see a wicked grin cross his face, but after one more thrust, he pulls out of my mouth with a regretful grunt. I reach for him, but he shakes his head, denying me.

My lips are swollen and half numb, my jaw aching, the taste of him lingering.

“Get back here,” I demand.

But he doesn’t. Instead, Graham lays on top of me, a full body press, the two of us so close I can feel his heart beating against mine. He kisses from my ear to my lips, then over to the other ear. Cupping my face in his hands, he lines his cock up against my opening.

“I need to feel you come on me.” It’s not a request, it’s an order. God, I missed being bossed around. “I need to feel this pussy contract on my cock.”

“Then make me come again.” I hold his gaze, so deep and intense.

“Every day of your life, my love,” he promises.

He plunges into me, filling me completely, and it feels so good and so right that I immediately orgasm again. I cling to him as our bodies climax in sync, his moans mingling with mine as I cry out with the force of the contractions. The sweet pleasure of it is endless, taking me higher than a mountaintop, rolling through me in wave after shattering wave.

We make love for hours. As far as apologies go, this is my favorite one ever.

“As long as you do this for every apology, you can screw up as much as you want,” I tell him, brushing a damp lock of hair out of his eyes.

“I hope I never hurt you like that ever again,” he says.

I was teasing, but he’s so sincere. Graham turns toward me and twines his fingers with mine. He searches my gaze, brushes a thumb over my lips. He looks at me like I am precious.

“Abbie, I love you more than the moon loves the stars. I should have trusted you. I suppose it was just…easier to believe the worst. To believe that another person had betrayed me. That what we had was too good to be true, because…I never deserved it to begin with.”

His confession shocks me to my core. I’ve never seen Graham so vulnerable. And what he’s saying breaks my heart. “Why would you think that? You deserve all the happiness in the world. You’re a good, strong, decent man. You deserve to love and be loved for all that you are.”

He shakes his head. “I never thought that. Not deep down. But you, Abbie—you make me want to believe it’s true. I want to believe in our happy ending.”

“Believe it,” I tell him tenderly. “I love you, Graham Ratliff. And I’m not going anywhere.”

I climb on top of him, tracing the line of his jaw as I kiss him long and slow. When I finally break away, we’re both out of breath.

“I vow to trust you, always, from this moment onward,” he says.

“Forever?”

“Forever,” he whispers, pulling my lips back to his, and his kiss tastes like an everlasting promise.

I work my way down his body until I’m sitting gently on his cock, leaning back on my palms to give him a better angle, letting him fill me completely. I missed this feeling so much, being so stretched and so satisfied. He fingers my clit and we rock together, slow and steady, losing ourselves in the pleasure, until we both come together in a toe-curling rush of bliss. I love the sound of him groaning my name, the feel of his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts himself into oblivion, the white-hot fire of his seed spilling into me. I love knowing I have that power.

We collapse together afterward, breathless and sated, limbs entwined. This is what forever feels like, I realize. This comfort, this pleasure, this delicious euphoria. And I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have it.

“He used you,” Graham murmurs quietly, his fingertips stroking up and down my back. “He used his own daughter. To steal from his oldest friend.”

“My dad’s a shit,” I agree. “But so was I.”

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