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“The water will make it easier, so are you ready for this?” I thrust into her gently, the water easing my invasion.
She held my arm. “I’m ready … this is incredible.”
She continued to lay her head on my shoulder as I rocked back and forth into her as we watched the languid images of the world.
Chapter 9
Kylie
I sat down harder on him and watched the world play across the screen until his incredible length and size were in. It was much more comfortable the second time around, and sitting on his lap, I held the power, despite his need to control everything. We were in a good place enjoying each other and slow soft sex.
I found myself falling for him, which I knew I couldn’t do. It was all becoming too nice, and I was starting to like him too much.
“If you could have one wish, what would it be?” I asked as I impaled myself on him and lodged him in more.
“You are seriously asking a billionaire this?” he dismissed as he grabbed my hips to keep me from floating away.
He moved us to a ledge in the corner of the pool-sized Jacuzzi, and the water whooshed past me as his cock slid in deeper.
“So, money buys everything?” I gasped for air scrambling to find my balance again.
“Sort of …” He was drifting away … why? Maybe he knew what I was doing, getting him angry so that I didn’t have to like him.
“Can it buy you love?” I was being obvious.
“For the night.” He rocked into me hard, standing us up so that he could regain control again.
“Ouch. It certainly didn’t buy me. You purchased me one beer, which I believe was already on the house, four bites of turkey I had to fight for, and a few spoonfuls of ice cream. If you think my ‘love’ can be had at such a bargain-basement price, you’ve fallen off Planet Relatable.” I bucked out of him to piss him off, but damn it hurt.
“But you’re still here.” He grabbed me and brought me back down on him again, ouch again.
“Not for long because you’re trying to hurt me.” I attempted to ease him out again, but he caught me and held me hard.
“No, but I believe you’re trying to anger me,” he mocked me again as he was so fond of doing.
“Why does asking deep questions incense you?” I was digging in, and I was going to get to the soft gooey center if it killed me.
“There are no inspirational phrases on my walls, no welcome mat, no comforting tones … for a reason. I don’t love … okay. So, Sigmund, you got me. Now fuck me so I can get my rocks off; you make me so horny I can’t think straight.” He stabbed his cock into me, and I rutted back on him hard and furious.
He made me so mad, but knowing I aroused him made me horny in some sick way. I just wanted him to cum and get over with it, and then I would call a cab and leave. I really didn’t want to leave; I wanted to crack him, but I was pretty sure I couldn’t. He was a facade, so fabricated that very little of him was real. Just like me …
He flipped me around to face him and re-entered with me in his lap. His arms drew my body up into an embrace, and he fucked me hard. As brutal as our sexes mashing on each other was, our mouths were soft and his embrace clamoring as if he was holding on to something he knew he was losing.
It didn’t take long before he reached his climax, and since he had me clamped to him like a vise, I came too, despite my better judgment. He filled me up. When he finished inside of me, he still held me as our breathing stilled. The music had stopped, and the image remained still on a picture of the Eiffel Tower. When we regained our strength, I jumped off him and popped up onto the ledge to get out of the pool.
He stayed in the water. “You make me insane,” he confessed in a gravel-toned post-coital rasp.
“Good.” Was the first thing out of my mouth.
He grabbed my ankle. “You can’t leave.” He was almost desperate, but not.
“Am I your prisoner then? Are you kidnapping me?” I wanted to slap him across the face, I was that sexually pent up.
Despite fucking him twice, I was more riled than I had been when I first saw him at the bar. He was so damn gorgeous but as unreal as a ride at an amusement park. He lied about everything, who the hell was this guy?
“No. You are as free to go as you were when you walked in, but you’d be leaving on false pretenses,” he seemed to confess.
