Page 73 of Billionaire Grump
With the change in my position, it’s then that I notice the massive, hot bulk of him, resting thickly between us.
“Ignore it,” he says.
But I don’t want to ignore it. I want to feel him.
I want to taste him.
Tentatively, I smooth my fingers across the dragon inked to his chest. “Why a dragon?”
He doesn’t answer right away, but then he finally says, “To remind myself that I’m invincible. In the boardroom or when it comes to a deal or a negotiation I can’t lose. And it would have pissed my father off to no end. He never knew about it.”
So we both had fathers who let us down in ways that have affected us deeply.
I run my fingers over the tight grooves of his six pack.
He gives me time to explore him, to run my fingers over the textures of his body.
Slowly, I let my hand ease around his thick length, rubbing my palm across the silky bulk. A small gush of liquid seeps out the end.
Alexander groans.
A primal wash of longing floods through me.
“Can I kiss you?” I whisper. I feel loose and reckless after my emotional gush. I feel greedy and so desperate for him I can’t get close enough.
His eyes are hot and lust-drowsed. “You’re tired. You’ve had a scare.”
That’s part of the reason why I want to explore him. What if I never get another chance? What if my life comes to a screeching halt next week when my father presses charges? Right now, I want to live. “I want to taste you, Alex. Can I? Please?”
“You can do any damn thing you want, angel girl.”
I slide both my palms gently along his slick, solid length. I finger the ridge of the crown. I swirl the bead of moisture that’s leaking there and touch my finger to my tongue.
Alexander is watching me. “Fuck, honey. You get me so fucking hot.”
I can see that what I’m doing to him is almost painfully pleasurable for him. I squeeze him gently, tightening my grip.
I hardly recognize myself. I’m thirsty for him.
So I do it. I lean forward and touch my tongue to him, licking lightly.
His head falls back and he growls some filthy words. So I lick him again. I put my lips around the broad end and take him deeper, sucking on him carefully.
He groans like his heart is breaking.
I love that this big, powerful CEO is at my mercy. He’s mine.
It doesn’t take long. His cock starts to jerk. Milky liquid jets into my mouth in hot bursts. I drink some but there’s too much. It spills down my chin.
It’s the most powerful feeling in the world. Me, drinking his seed, holding him as it pulses out of him. A sticky bond that’s a part of us now.
He pulls me up to him and I’m lying on top of him. He wipes my mouth gently with his thumb. His eyes are lust-drowsed and awestruck. “Ivy, baby,” he whispers. “Mine.”
Right now I can only agree.
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Ivy’s sitting on me, riding me, coming down from yet another unbelievably intense orgasm that’s rocking us both. Her pussy’s still quivering, milking the last throbs of my release. Her dark hair hangs long, the almost-blond tips of it feathery against my arms as I hold her, caressing her perfect breasts, cupping them, teasing the rosy peaks and exploring the silky smoothness of her skin.