Page 35 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

Touching Anya is the perfect way to lose track of time, and when I tuck my hand into her panties, that damn sound she makes is all it takes for me to spin her around to face the wall. I jerk her underwear down and finger her from behind, relishing the wetness there. I nuzzle into her hair, my voice raspy. “Feel good, kitten?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“But you need more.”

She nods, her hair fluffing against my face.

I breathe her in, memorizing this moment. Last night’s blow job was amazing, and I need to feel her scream on my cock again. But not now.

Right now, I need to feel her from the inside. “Hands flat on the wall. Brace yourself.”

She follows the order beautifully. I would have preferred an elegant hotel room or my own bed at home for our first time, but I need her now, and I’m not stopping. I pull her ample hips back, delight in the way her sundress falls over her ass, the sight of her bare back thanks to the halter-style of her dress, and press my cock to her slit.

The sensation overwhelms me. I suck air in between teeth, a reverse gasp. I work myself in, an inch at a time, as fast as I can. Her whimpers and moans echo on the tiles, a song she sings justfor me. Once I’m finally fully seated, I wrap a fist in her hair, pull it tight, and press myself against her back. “Sunflower, right?”

“Yeah,” she breathes.

I’ll keep an ear out for it. I drive her into the wall, plunging even deeper. The way her ass presses against me at this angle is utter perfection. She’s firmer than she looks, but her skin is so soft I want to melt into it. When I pull back, she follows, as if she doesn’t want me to leave her body. “I’m not going anywhere, kitten. Not yet.”

The slide of our bodies together is too delicious. Practically sinful. As I whip myself at her, faster and harder than before, her sweet moans become something deeper, huskier. She’s twitching on me, climbing that hill toward her orgasm. So I lend her a helping hand, reaching around her hip for her clit. The moment I make contact, her body goes rigid and she holds her breath.

I plunge deep and stop. No more clit strokes for her. “No, no, no, kitten.”

She whines prettily.

“You will not wait for me to make you come.” I pull out, releasing my hold on her before turning her around. I press my forehead to hers to make her pay attention. “You are not passive. You will not pretend to be with me. You will not stand there and take it.” I crouch down, slip my arms between her legs, and lift until she’s hoisted onto my arms. She murmurs some kind of objection to being carried like this, but I set her on the countertop which quiets her down. “Look at me.”

She gulps and stares at me with those pale blue pools she calls eyes. Her face is ruddy from before, her lips deep red and parted. The woman is perfection.

I pick up her feet, placing her heels on the counter’s rounded edge. Her hands are braced behind her, and she’s spread wide open for me, utterly vulnerable. “Better.” I thrust in and cup the back of her head so she doesn’t whack it on the mirror. Her pleasure cries etch themselves on my bones every time I use the top of my cock against her G-spot. She’s twitching again already, and this time, I’m going to watch her come.

“You’re right on the edge again, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” comes out in a ragged moan.

“I can feel it, you know. You’re tipping over, ready to come. But I wonder if I should stop?—”

“Please, no! I’m so close!”

Fuck, I love to hear her beg. A hot surge warms my balls, and she’s not the only one here about to come. “What’ll you give me if I let you come?”

“Anything!”

“I’ve had your mouth—exquisite, by the way—and now I’m in the sweetest pussy I have ever had. But next time, I want your ass. Will you give it to me if I let you come now?”

She shudders at first, but then quickly nods.

I bring her to me, searing that promise with a kiss right as I let her come on my cock. Her climactic moans become something else. Something deeper. She milks me with every throb, and I join her over that cliff, spilling inside her body.

After a breathless stretch of time, we pull back, panting. Her cheeks are flushed, and I’m pretty sure mine are too. “You okay?”

She nods, wide-eyed. “Yeah. Much better, actually.” A shy smile curves her lips. “Hunter, that was…”

I try on my most charming grin, my heart thudding. “Guilty as charged.” Then I press a last, gentle peck on her mouth and step back. “We should go before Gage sends out a search party or tries to fix the engine with his bare hands. Man thinks he’s a superhero sometimes.”

She snickers, smoothing her sundress. “Good call.” She hesitates, then leans in and whispers, “Thank you. Really.”

“It’s kinda my job,” I say lightly, though inside, emotions churn like a blender on high.I just want to make you happy, you silly, perfect woman.But that’s not exactly casual conversation, so I keep it to myself.