The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

The moment I landed, he rolled the condom on and instantly buried his cock inside me in one quick, hard, satisfying thrust.

“Jenner!”

The fullness was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned. “Jesus, Jo … your pussy.”

I dug my nails into his shoulders, wrapping my arms around them, holding him tightly against me. “Harder.” I urged him deeper, my body spreading for him. “Fuck me harder.”

He listened.

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“Goddamn it, you feel good.” He kissed me. “Has your cunt been waiting for this?” His hand lowered, his thumb now brushing my clit. “Waiting for my cock to fill it?” He gently pinched the top, holding it between his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet; I could make you come in seconds.” He rubbed a little faster. “Is that what you want, Jo? For me to make you come?”

My head tilted back as the climb took hold. “Yes.”

The pad of his finger flicked across my clit, sending a hard surge through me. “Tell me how badly you want it.” He did it again. “How badly you want me.”

My knees bent, my toes curving around the edge of the counter. This new position let him in even deeper. “Jenner … all I can think about is your cock.” I started to shake, the feeling taking over. The fullness. The desire. “I need it.” I gasped as he hit that spot so far inside me. “I need you.”

He leaned in closer, his lips now by my ear. “Do you want to come?” He nibbled on my lobe. “Do you want my cock to make you scream so loud that you can’t fucking breathe?”

My nails found his skin and stabbed-a reaction to his power, his strength.

His pounding.

“Oh God, Jenner, yes.”

His mouth was on my neck, his other hand so busy around my body that I couldn’t keep track of its location-my stomach, my nipples, reaching around to grip the side of my ass.

“I should punish you for taking so long to visit me.”

If this was a punishment, I would gladly take it every day.

I just didn’t want him to stop.

“But your body is showing me how remorseful you are.”

He lifted me off the counter and carried me to the couch, bending me over the back of it so my face rested on the seat cushion and my stomach arched over the top. Before I had a chance to even inhale, he was plunging into me.

“Ahhh!”

The placement made his massive cock feel even larger.

He reached underneath me, rubbing my clit as he lunged into me, my body picking up right where it had left off.

The build was sparking.

Air completely leaving my lungs when I moaned, “Fuck … Jenner.”

“I don’t know how you could feel tighter, but you do.”

The only thing I could focus on was his strokes-they consumed me-and the only thing that brought me back to the moment was a hard slap on my ass. A warm tingle followed once I got over the initial jump, causing my back to arch, my butt to point higher in the air.

“You liked that.”

I wasn’t surprised he could tell. I was pushing my cheeks into him, my pussy pulsing around his dick, anticipating when he would do it again.

“You want more?”

My skin still stung.

But the slight gust of pain was unexpected and a welcome combination.

“Yes.”

He circled my hair around his fist, pulling it so my head lifted off the cushion. “Do you want more, Jo?”

I glanced over my shoulder, giving him my eyes. “Yes.” My voice turned even needier, adding, “Lots more.”

That earned me another slap, this one on the other side of my ass, sending the heat even higher through me, even more so as he rubbed my clit.

“Jenner!”

This man knew my body like it was his own. He knew how to make me feel sensations I’d never experienced. He knew how to send me so far over the edge that I couldn’t return.

That was where I was now-dangling, seconds away, my stomach trying to hold off before the peak came blasting in, exploding, and I was shuddering over the back of the couch.

“Yesss!”

“Fuck yes,” he roared.

I gripped the pillow, squeezing the cushion into my fingers, holding on because it was the only thing I could do while he slammed into me.

“Fucking come!”

And I was.

I couldn’t stop.

The tightening in my muscles, the bursting in my clit-none of it was letting up, and when it finally did, my body reaching the bottom of this long climb, he was pulling out of me. He walked us to the other side of the couch and sat down, turning me around before he set me on his lap.

Reverse cowgirl.

Something I’d never done.

Something I was most definitely going to do right now.

His lips pressed on the outer edge of my ear where he growled, “Fucking ride me.”

I bent my knees onto the couch, holding his legs to gain balance. And while I aimed his tip to my pussy, slowly lowering, his hands cupped my breasts.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed. “Ride that cock.”

He was kneading my nipples, and the pressure got stronger as I rose, increasing even harder as I lowered. There was something about this angle that felt like he was at the end of me, hitting a spot even deeper than before.

I couldn’t take a breath.

I was at this overwhelming capacity, and I kept him right there, circling my hips, the tip now rotating inside me.

“Do you feel that?”

All I could do was moan.

“How does it feel when my fucking cock hits it?”

He still spoke to the back of my ear, each word making me quiver.

“I … can’t.”

That was all I had, but he seemed to accept it because he said, “Don’t let up, Jo. I want you to come just like this.”

I wasn’t far from that.

He swiped his finger across my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped.