Page 32 of Billionaire Romance

“Fuck, yes,” she moans. “I want to feel you inside me.”

My energy feels coiled to a central point in my body, and when she tells me she wants to feel me come inside her, everything comes into sharp focus. I can feel her pussy squeezing me so hard, I hear the wet slap of my balls against her ass, and hugging her legs close to my chest, I thrust my hips, hitting her over and over until I feel the first spurts of cum shooting into her. I hold her hips tightly against me as I explode, jerking erratically, throwing back my head in a growl. I stay there, buried inside her, loving the way my cock feels soaking inside her.

When my vision comes back into focus, I fall onto the bed beside her, completely spent. We’re both staring up at the ceiling, panting, catching our breath. The desire to see her face is undeniable and I roll onto my side, kissing her lips, feeling her shallow breath beneath my mouth. “You’re amazing.”

“That was all you,” she laughs. “Can I assume that’s the ‘girlfriend treatment’?”

“You can,” I say. I lower my hand to her pussy and feel my cum mixed with her own juices dripping out . It’s so fucking hot playing with it, spreading it over her pussy lips and dipping down to her asshole. Her eyes are starting to roll back in her head, and I know if I don’t stop soon, I won’t be able to have the conversation I need to have with her

I pull my hand away and she huffs a little sound of disappointment.

“Don’t worry,” I say, spreading some of the moisture around her nipple to see it glisten. “I’ll get back to that in a minute. But there’s something I have to talk to you about. Ask you about, really.”

Her pretty face is clouded with a look of concern, and I immediately try to reassure her. “It’s nothing bad, I promise you. Don’t make that face,” I say, trying to smooth the little creases that have formed between her eyes.

“What is it?” she asks.

“Well, I saw my mom today, and Ryan, and he mentioned you. To her.” I pause, because even though things seem to be going great between us, I’m about to take things to a whole other level. “There’s no other way to say this. I told my mother about you and she wants to meet you. She wants to meet my girlfriend.” I smile, because even though I was nervous to say that, it actually feels fucking great. “My mother requests she meet my girlfriend,” I say it again.

“You like saying that, don’t you boyfriend?” she says, rolling onto her side to face me. “Boyfriend. Girlfriend. You know, you’re kind of romantic. You’re a fucking animal in bed,” she says, reaching down to my cock that stirs the second I feel her fingers, “but a very romantic animal.” She’s stroking me now, her hand easily gliding over my cock, still wet from fucking her. Everything in the world is starting to fade away except for her steady hand on my dick. I lay back to enjoy it. “You like this, baby?” she asks.

“Oh yeah,” I say. Then before I lose all sense of time and place, I remember to add, “We just have to make sure to be wrapped up in time. The reservation’s at eight.”

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