Page 80 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

Her leg curled around my waist. My arms tightened around her, holding her close as we moved in perfect rhythm.

Side by side.

Bodies slick with sweat, clinging to each other like we’d fall apart if we let go.

Dancing a feverish, primal dance—one that neither of us wanted to end.

She shifted onto her side, and I followed, mirroring her movements. With effortless grace, she climbed over my thighs, settling on me. Our noses touched, breath mingling in the space between us. Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, our mouths met again—hungry, searching, devouring.

And just like that, the lovemaking resumed.

She arched her back, supporting herself with one arm as she began to glide along my dick, her slick heat enveloping me inch by inch. My hands found her ass, cupping the soft flesh, kneading, guiding her rhythm as she rode me. The way she moved—grinding, circling, teasing—felt so fucking good, too good. A pleasure so intense it threatened to unravel me.

Not yet.

I clenched my jaw, losing control over the storm brewing inside me. I wouldn’t let this end so soon. I couldn’t.

Whatever this was between us, I had never felt anything like it before. And I never wanted it to end.

She leaned forward, wrapping one hand around my neck while the other pressed against my chest, tipping me back until I lay flat beneath her.

Her hair fell around us, strands brushing against my face like a whisper. Her body moved in fluid, hypnotic waves, her pussy gripping, and rubbing against my cock with slow, deliberate rhythm.

Then, she found it—the spot. I saw it in her eyes, a flicker of pleasure so raw it made my stomach tighten.

I groaned, capturing her nipple between my lips, sucking, teasing, rocking her hips against mine. My hands grasped her waist, guiding her, controlling the motion—pulling her down onto me, over and over, as she rode me harder.

Her weight, her grip, her warmth… It was everything.

I could do this all day.

From this angle, she was even more beautiful. I had fucked women before—many—but this was different. Something between us had changed.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t crave my usual vices. I didn’t miss the toys, the mind games, the control. I didn’t need to dominate her to stay hard. No twisted fantasies ran through my mind to keep me going.

Turned out, I wasn’t the insatiable sex maniac I thought I was.

I had just been waiting for her.

She was close—I could feel it.

Her breath hitched, her body trembling above me. I rocked her harder, faster, helping her along the edge. She leaned back, grasping my hand in hers while her other hand cupped her breast. I thrust up into her from underneath, matching her rhythm, driving her higher, until—a sharp, broken cry spilled from her lips.

A sweet, melodic sound that sent me spiraling after her.

I came with her, lost in the moment, lost in her.

Her body collapsed against mine, warm and spent. I held her close, feeling the rise and fall of her breath, the damp heat of our skin pressed together.

Minutes passed in silence.

Then, a soft, barely audible sound reached my ears.

A snore.

I smirked, looking down at her sleeping form. June was out cold.

Carefully, I shifted, laying her down onto the pillow, pulling the blanket over her bare body. I watched her, listened to the quiet little noises she made in her sleep. Sometimes a murmur, sometimes nothing at all. A few times, she even mumbled words I couldn’t quite make out.