The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

As I lifted off him, gliding up to his tip, he bounced his hips, giving me short, hard thrusts, flicking my clit like his fingers were his tongue.

“Someone’s getting so fucking close.”

I was so overtaken by these swirls inside my body that my back fell against his chest. But I didn’t stop moving. I used his muscles to push off, to grind over him.

Like this was a dance.

His breaths were my music; his fingers were my beat, each tugging at my orgasm.

“Make me come, Jo.”

And his words were my fuel.

I held his thighs, sliding to his tip and then burying his dick to the base. With each dip, I moved faster. Pleasure was spreading through me and through him, so obvious in his moans.

“You’re getting tighter.” His fingers bit into me. “You’re going to fucking come again.”

Wanting him to feel as good as me, I turned my hips and used my feet, lifting myself up, rocking against him. When he bit the back of my neck, his exhales turning to grunts, I knew he was close.

“Come with me.”

The orgasm was already there.

Even more so when two of his fingers started thrumming over my clit in the most achingly erotic way.

“Oh fuck!” I swallowed, sucking in more air. “Jenner!” The tingles were taking over my movements, drawing each one out, causing me to shake so hard that I was bucking over his cock. “Yes!”

“Milk it.”

I shuddered.

“I want your fucking cunt to milk my cock.”

As we moved together, I screamed, the intensity peaking, and I turned even louder when I felt him lose it, his hips rearing back to plow into me, his fingers biting my skin.

“Ah fuck.” His arm wrapped across my chest. “Take it. Take my fucking cum.”

I rode through the rest of his orgasm and mine, and when we both stilled, my legs straightened, collapsing all my weight on top of him.

His other arm crossed my chest, and he held me against him. He kissed the back of my neck, his lips stalling on my cheek. “I’ll never get tired of your screaming, Jo. Damn it, it’s my favorite sound.” He turned my face, our lips meeting. “You can start my weekend that way anytime you want.”

It was an invitation.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

One that made me smile.

“Anytime?”

He nodded, his stare owning me. “If it comes with a greeting like that, yes.”

JENNER

J

o and I got into my car without a plan. We were hungry, and the only way we were going to stop devouring each other was if we left my house. So, I just started driving, a part of me knowing where I was going to take her. I’d thought of the destination while we were in the shower, rubbing soap over her fucking amazing body, weighing the different options.

Only one place seemed right.

She knew LA. She’d grown up here. If she was going to return to the West Coast, it was because she wanted to be here, not because of a place I had shown her.

What we needed was a space where we could listen to each other.

But we needed food to do that as well, so I pulled up to the front of the restaurant and shifted into park.

“Nobu?” She laughed, and I remembered she’d mentioned this place in her text. “Of course we’re here; it’s so you.” She smiled. “And so delicious.”

“I’m just running in.” I opened my door. “It’s going to take me a minute. Stay put, all right?”

She nodded, and I left the car running and hurried inside, immediately greeted by the hostess.

“Jenner, hi,” Alyssa said, leaning forward across the desk in her low-cut dress. “It’s a little early for you, no? I usually don’t get to see you until way past sunset.”

“Alyssa …” The only negative of sleeping with the hostess of my favorite restaurant was having to see her every time I came in. “I’m in a rush. Any way I can place an order and you can have the guys quickly put it together?” I reached into my wallet and pulled out my credit card and a hundred-dollar bill, slipping both in her hand.

She glanced down at her palm, a grin moving across her face. “I’m sure I can work my magic. What do you want?”

Because I came here so much, I knew the menu by heart. I grabbed a piece of paper from the top of the desk and a pen, and I jotted down my order.

She reviewed it and said, “I’ll be back.”

While I waited, I took out my phone, scanning through the messages that had come in.

Dominick: How do you like your surprise?

Me: You’re behind this? Jesus, I couldn’t figure out why you were so adamant about where I was headed after work or how she got to my front door. Now, it makes sense.

Dominick: Why are you texting me? Shouldn’t you be busy as hell right now?

Me: I’m picking up food and taking her on a little adventure.

Dominick: Stop … you sound like a man in love.

Me: Not this again.

Dominick: Just stating the obvious, buddy. Have fun.

“Here you go, Jenner,” Alyssa said.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and signed the receipt, taking my credit card from her and the two large bags. “I appreciate this, Alyssa.”

“My pleasure,” she sang.

I hurried out the door before she could say another word and placed the bags in the back of my car before I got into the driver’s seat.

“Food to go,” Jo said. “This keeps getting more interesting.”

I rolled down our windows, letting the breeze in, and I put my hand on her thigh as I started the drive. There was always traffic along this route, but because of the time, we missed the big rush and got here faster than normal, the scent of the ocean filling the car as I pulled into the driveway.

Jo looked at the large three-story home through the windshield. “Your parents’ house?”

“Yes.”

“Man”-she shook her head-“they have exquisite taste.” She slowly gazed at me. “I’m so happy you brought me here.”

“You haven’t even seen the house yet.”