Page 59 of Billionaire Grump
But his breathing deepens again.
God, he’s so close to me. That massive cock is right there. It’s sticking out of his boxers. It’s almost touching me, skin to skin.
My back arches a little bit more and I feel a deep warmth spread. My clit is pulsing. My inner muscles clench lightly, wetting my pussy even more. I feel warm and ripe and greedy.
Oh god, I’m so close. I think I’m about to come.
The hot, melting glow is honestly the most pleasurable feeling I’ve ever had. It’s dark and sweet and I need it. I need it so much. I barely squirm and that’s when I feel it.
The brush of his hot hardness against my skin.
I go very still. His breathing is faster now. I think he might be awake. I don’t dare move.
But then the ache clenches again and I have to writhe. I’m going to come if I don’t do something.
I squirm and this time his hot, hard length presses against me.
Oh.
Oh my god.
The pleasure swells. It’s about to…overflow.
I need it to.
I need it more than I need to breathe.
If I could just get a little closer…if it would just touch me…right there.
Alexander sighs a low groan.
The head of his cock slides against me more strongly and I’m so slick with moisture, he slides along my pussy, pressing.
God, this is way too much. It’s too fast. I should stop this. He’s very, very close to…oh my god.
I don’t even mean to do it. I don’t have full control of my own reactions. It’s like my hormones or instincts or whatever have taken over and they want more of the giant hunk of man whose cock is positioned in a way that if I move the tiniest, tiniest bit, he’ll be inside me.
My body moves, independently of all thoughts, just the tiniest bit, and it’s enough. His hot, thick bulk is right there, sliding against an insanely pleasurable trigger. I’m going to come. I’m coming.
I lose all sense of reason. The only thing I need is for his big cock to give me more of his pleasure-heavy hardness. Thickness. Heat. He feels so damn good.
I arch again, so close, and the head of his cock slides just inside my writhing, slippery body.
His strong hand grips my hip, like he’s trying to warn me. “Ivy?—”
“Please. Please.” I don’t want him to stop. I’ll die if he stops.
He’s stretching me, forcing his way inside, igniting a tidal wave of pleasure that makes me rock back against him in a needy, silky rhythm. I arch against him, inviting more. He’s so big and I’m so tight but so wet and nothing has ever felt this fucking good.
His cock slides even deeper and he groans. I arch back against him and my body opens to him as he drives deeper. The pleasure reaches a wild peak, tipping me over into a rush of pleasure so extreme, I cry out. A molten explosion of clenching rapture consumes me. The spasming waves milk his big cock lusciously, pulling him deeper. Alexander grips me and thrusts into me. A thread of pain is engulfed by an even bigger wave of pleasure.
Oh my god. He’s all the way inside me. He’s fucking me with that gigantic cock and I’m going to come again. Even harder.
His hand cups my breasts, one then the other, pulling the soft elastic of my nightie down over them, giving him full access. His fingers squeeze my nipples, making me moan. His other hand slides down my stomach. Between my legs. His fingers swirl around my clit and squeeze in sync with the play of my nipple and the thrust of his impossibly huge cock. I can hear the wet thrusts as he drives deep, impaling me, his thickness sliding deep, deep inside, shattering me.
I lose myself completely. We’re rocking and bucking, gripping and fucking, mindless with it. I come again, hard. The physical bliss swells and breaks through me in jolts of ecstasy that tug lovingly at his deeply-rooted cock.
Alexander growls like a bear and I can feel the rushing flood of warmth inside me, filling me with milky, lustrous heat.