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“You got it, sweetheart,” is my growl. I can’t resist the temptation. I continue to stroke myself as I get into position behind her, and once my cock is hard and ready, my tip finds her opening and I slide in, the mixed juices of our earlier session keeping her slick.
Oh shit, it feels so good—I can go deeper in this position, and shove my shaft all the way to the hilt. I grab Katie’s hair with one hand and tug on it lightly as I fuck her from behind just like she asked me to. The other hand is gripped on her waist, pulling it toward me with every rough pump. Her back arches, face contorted with pleasure and mouth open slightly. Letting go of her hair, I reach around and play with her nipples as she moans. She’s busy rubbing her own clit while I fuck her, which makes me horny as hell.
I know I won’t last as long this time. Sex with Katie is too intense and crazy, not to mention mind-blowingly hot. I barely know this woman and she’s already taken me to heaven twice.
So there’s no sense in holding back. I keep plowing into her as my climax builds. Katie screams as orgasm rocks through her body, making her body shudder and pussy walls clench around me. She collapses on the bed, face buried in the pillow as her cunt continues to clamp and shudder, milking me for my precious jizz.
And she succeeds. Once again, her orgasm pushes me over the edge. I pull her hair back and thrust deep into her shuddering pussy one last time with a grunt, my seed emptying inside of that heavenly channel.
“SHIT!” I roar, chest heaving as my dick erupts. “Shit fuck shit!”
Ecstasy roars through my frame, making my knees tremble as jism erupts again and again, dumping gallons into her velvety cunt. I gasp as I finish, Katie panting beneath me. What the fuck just happened? Pulling out slowly, we flop lie next to each other on the bed, spent from the incredible session.
“Wow,” Katie murmurs when she’s able to speak. “That was amazing.”
I let out a mutter of agreement, unable to form a full sentence yet. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I decide that I’m not letting her out of my sight for the next eight hours. My guests can party all they want downstairs. They can eat all my food, dance to my orchestra, and have fun and make merry. Because I’ll be making my own merry upstairs…and the brunette’s going to be my willing prisoner for the entire night.
Chapter Three
Katie
If I’d known that going to bed with bad boy billionaires could be that good, I would have done it a long time ago. Because oh god! I’ve never had such an amazing time in my life. Usually, I have trouble coming. Most guys don’t do it for me; they’re all awkward hands and dry humping. But something about the handsome billionaire is different, and this time, I exploded on a guy’s cock, my pussy spasming and twitching as I squealed with ecstasy.
Not once. Not twice. But the entire night, as Trent ravaged my body again and again.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Mr. Moore said with a gleam in those blue eyes during the middle of our session. “I certainly am.”
“Good,” I say with a giggle. “Glad to hear.”
Plus, there weren’t any awkward silences. Sure, we were fucking each other senseless, but when we stopped to talk, the conversation was natural and comfortable.
“So Katie,” Trent says, leaning back against the headboard after one intense coupling, “tell me about yourself.”
I laugh. “Shouldn’t that have come before the sex?”
I turn on my side so I’m facing the alpha, our hands finding each other in the space between us.
“I’ve never been one for following the rules,” he says dryly.
I don’t tell him that I’m very much a rule follower, and sleeping with him was well outside my comfort zone. But the thing is, I really liked it. Maybe I should do things I wouldn’t normally do more often.
“Well,” I say, shifting my weight to get comfortable, “I own my own business. A full-service event planning and catering company. I started turning a profit two years after I started the company and for that, I’m grateful. I like pop music and romance novels and the French bakery down the street from my apartment, plus I’ve never been married and don’t have any kids. See? I’m a pretty simple girl,” comes my teasing tone.
The billionaire listens intently, even if his body is relaxed.
“You’re fascinating to me,” Trent says. “We have a lot in common.”
“Really?” I ask doubtfully. “How so?” Because what could I have in common with someone worth billions of dollars and the world at his fingertips?
