Page 17 of Billionaire Retreat

“Griffin!” I screamed over and over. I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t care who heard us.

“Deeper?”

“Yes,” God, yes.

“Faster?”

“Please.”

I gasped as he began to pound into me again. His thrusts were pushing me forward and I grabbed the foot of the bed, trying to steady myself.

As I did, he pulled out slowly, leaving only the tip of his dick as he pushed back into me.

“How’s that feel?” he asked between breaths.

Amazing, I wanted to say, but I was too gripped by pleasure to talk. He stretched me, filled me, and my sex embraced him like he was the answer to all my problems.

I grew wetter and wetter as he thrust into me, changing the depth and rhythm of his thrusts periodically. I had thought the experience in the closet had been mind-blowing, but what he was doing to me at that moment rendered me unable to think. I could only feel and what I felt was his warm thickness moving in and out of me. The pace was almost hypnotic. I wanted even more of him even though he was already inside of me.

I pushed my hips back against him and I heard him moan. I did it again and was rewarded by another moan.

“You’re going to make me come,” he gasped.

“Good,” I managed to breathe.

He grabbed my hips then and quickened his pace. He was so deep inside of me that just another fraction of an inch would have hurt.

I knew I was about to come again as he pulled out and my walls tightened around him, making his entry and exit difficult. I was massaging his dick with my pussy and apparently he liked it.

“Fuck me harder,” I said to him, surprising myself.

But he didn’t question me. He did what I asked, riding me hard, pushing in deep. When I came, he came too, with a hoarse shout that was my name.

I slumped forward in the afterglow of orgasm, moaning a little as my sex clenched and unclenched around Griffin’s length.

Instead of collapsing next to me, he picked me up and placed my head on a pillow and lay next to me. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and I settled into a deep sleep. The only thing on my mind was the perfect man lying next to me.

* * *

I don’t know how long I slept but when I woke up I realized the sun was up. I was a little embarrassed for sleeping too long.

“You should have woken me up,” I said to Griffin as I turned over, except Griffin wasn’t there.

I sat up and looked around. His bedroom looked very different in the light. In the dark, I didn’t know how beautiful it was. In the light, the opulence was painfully noticeable. I’d thought my room had been impressive, but it might as well have been a cheap room in a motel in comparison to Griffin’s.

I wondered not for the first time how much this island cost for the week.

But I pushed those thoughts aside as I put my clothes back on and looked for Griffin. I expected to see him in the opulent bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found.

I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew it had to be around seven given where the sun was.

I slowly opened the door and let myself out of his room, only to run right smack into someone’s chest.

That someone was Jackson.

“Hey, Nina…” He looked a little nervous.

“Hi, Jack, have you seen your brother?” I didn’t see the point in pretending that I hadn’t spent the night with him.