The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

“Over and fucking over again.”

I shook my head over the pillow. “I don’t know if I can.”

He laughed.

A noise I hadn’t expected.

One that was almost sinister.

“Don’t test me, Jo. We both know I can make you come whenever I want to.”

There was pressure around my wrists, and then the rope loosened, my hand falling out of the hold.

He released the other one, and I went to reach for the blindfold and heard, “Leave it on.”

My hands dropped to the bed; the second they landed, there was more movement.

A repositioning.

He was lifting me, and suddenly, I was kneeling on the mattress.

I felt around, hitting hair and muscle.

His chest.

I was straddling him.

“Ride me, Jo. Make me fucking come.”

He was no longer inside me. But there was still wetness between my legs. So much that it was dripping out. I reached down, lightly tapping different spots until I found his cock, moaning when I had my fist around it. I led his head toward my pussy and tensed once I lowered over him, a friction and soreness I hadn’t expected.

“It’ll go away,” he promised, as though he were inside my head. “Once you get used to me again and once I start doing this.”

His actions earned an, “Oh!”

He was rubbing my clit back and forth, the surge returning like it had never left.

Like this was the first time he was making me come.

I dropped all the way to his base, using his chest to balance, and rose to his tip.

He was right; within a few dips, my body was accepting him again, need and desire replacing the soreness.

And there was even an ache to come again.

“Fuck … yes.” His fingers bit into my waist. “Own that fucking cock.”

I couldn’t imagine what I looked like while I rocked over him, but I could feel my breasts bouncing, my head falling back, my hair hitting the top of my ass. This new position placed him differently inside me, hitting a whole new spot, and it only took a few shifts of my hips, a couple twists, before I was right back to that place.

That feeling.

That build bubbling to the surface.

“Look at me.”

I straightened my head, trying to find my whereabouts, the blackness making it so difficult.

And then, out of nowhere, the blindfold was gone.

He ripped it from my face.

The light blinded me.

I froze, trying to get used to the sunlight and brightness in the room.

But he grabbed my hips and ordered, “Fuck me. Don’t you dare stop.”

I squinted until I could handle more and found my rhythm, feeling myself close in around him, hearing my wetness. Now that I had my vision back, I could appreciate his face again. His delicious emerald eyes, his delectable lips, the beard that had felt so incredible as it scraped my inner thighs.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Oh God.

“Look at me when you come.” He held my cheeks, locking our stare. “And fucking kiss me.”

I was breathless.

Sweaty.

So spent from all the orgasms he’d given me, but I leaned forward and smashed our lips together, his tongue filling my mouth.

I circled it, sucked on the end, until he pulled away and roared, “Fucking ride me, Jo.”

I could feel how close he was getting by his short, hard pumps, his hips jerking forward as he gripped me.

I wasn’t far behind.

I arched my back, using all the speed and power I’d saved for this moment.

“Fuck!” I cried.

Everything was starting to feel so good again, so sensitive, especially when he began to meet me in the middle, plowing his cock into me right before I lifted off him.

“Jenner!”

I was seconds away from losing it.

So, I leaned my face back, giving him my eyes like he’d demanded.

“Hell yes.” He held my neck. “Fucking come.”

And I did.

The orgasm completely owned my body, making everything inside me shudder and burst. The only thing I could focus on was his tongue as it returned to my mouth and these crests that washed over me, not even letting me gasp for air.

“Fuuuck!” he shouted, thrusting faster, harder. “Jo …”

I clutched him, waiting for him to break, and when he did, I wrapped my arms around him and took over the movements.

“Milk it.” His hands circled my back. “Fucking milk it.”

I gave him everything I had left, the bold, needy, quick sway of my hips, the turning that added the extra friction, a kiss that would drive him mad.

And it did.

He filled the condom, moaning, “Jo,” after each shot, and I didn’t still until his voice turned silent.

I kept him inside me, panting.

Relishing.

He pressed his nose to mine. “You’re a fucking animal, you know that?” He clutched my hair, pulling on the locks until my lips were aligned with his. “It’s like your pussy was molded just for me, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have it for the next three nights.” He pulled my lip into his mouth, sucking on it before he added, “We’re going to go take a shower and get this sweat off our bodies, and then we’re going to one of my favorite restaurants.”

I could barely decipher what he was saying.

I was full of sex.

Heat.

And him.

But I’d caught a few words and grunted, “Food. Yum.”

He grazed his teeth over the same lip. “A steak house … I know you have meat on the brain.”

It took me a moment, but I laughed.

“Not just any meat, Jenner. Only yours.”

JENNER

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here was gorgeous … and then there was Jo.

A category all to herself.

With a spicy, confident personality, a wickedness when it came to sex, and a body that could turn me into a submissive.

I knew she’d put on a sexy dress for dinner, but every time I saw this girl, she surprised me.

Pleasantly so.

She didn’t show off half her body, like most of the women I went out with. Aside from the little costume she’d worn today, her clothes were seductive but tasteful. There was a provocativeness in her eyes, something women couldn’t fake or achieve-they had to be born with it.