The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

A feeling so unique to Jenner.

One I knew I could no longer live without.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned.

My legs circled around him, locking us together. “Harder.”

And that was what he gave me-deep, consuming jabs that had my entire body vibrating over this desk.

But within a few pumps, he was lifting me, moving me to the wall, holding me against it.

This new position, the way he placed me over him, his tip grinding across my G-spot, I was reminded of how quickly he could bring me to that place.

“You’re tightening up on me …”

My arms crossed around his neck; my mouth hovered above his. “Because you’re going to make me come.”

“Is that what you want?” He sucked on my lip, releasing it to say, “To come on my fucking cock?” His rhythm picked up, giving me more speed and so much more power.

“Yesss!”

“Then, we’re going to come together.”

He reached down and rubbed my clit, driving into me at the same time that I was bouncing over him. I could feel my pussy squeezing around him, holding him inside me.

As though he could read what I needed, his movements became sharper, more intense, while our lips intertwined, my hands grasping for him.

To hold on.

To prepare.

Because the rise was back.

And as he rubbed my clit and hammered that beautiful cock into me, the feeling came on stronger.

“Jenner!” I clung to him. “Yes!”

He was dominating me, each punch of his dick pounding me against the wall, his breathing sounding like growls as he worked up his orgasm.

“You’re fucking milking me.”

And that was when he came-I felt it the second he shot his first stream.

“Jo,” he roared across my face. “Fuuuck.”

We were releasing at the same time, our bodies shuddering together, synced in a way where it could only be love.

I held on, wrapped in him, losing myself completely until there was only stillness between us.

“My God,” I panted.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

That was when he carried me over to the small couch and took a seat. He kept me straddled over his lap, his cock still inside me.

He didn’t even pull out when he said, “Kiss me.”

My breath hadn’t yet returned, but I pressed my lips to his, tasting the lust on his tongue, the desire in every bit of air that he exhaled.

His hands softly, slowly roamed my body.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I finally whispered.

“You don’t have to, Jo. I’m not going anywhere.”

My heart throbbed from his words, from the expression on his face, from the way his eyes were looking at me.

“Ever?”

A smile moved across those ridiculously sexy lips. “No, baby. Not ever.”

WALTER

T

he long red ribbon was stretched across the entrance of the hotel, several feet behind me as I stood at the makeshift podium. My team had worked endlessly on the grand opening. Every time we unveiled a new hotel, it took more planning. More money. But Utah’s budget really took the crown.

The media was in attendance. Celebrities. My family. Friends. Many familiar eyes looking at me from the crowd.

But there was a set just to the side of me that meant the most. She was holding a pair of scissors that were almost the length of her body. A smile on her face that made this father so damn proud.

“I want to thank my daughter,” I said into the microphone. “I don’t want to embarrass her, but many of you don’t know that Joanna graduated from the University of Miami a little over eighteen months ago and came to work for me. As any father would, I tossed her to the wolves.” I winked at the crowd. “I made her learn the ropes. I put her up to the test and this”-I opened my arms wide, glancing up at the vast thirty-foot overhang above our heads-“is her creation.” I took a breath as I scanned the faces looking back at me. “Most parents can’t say that their little girl designed the best hotel in their portfolio.” I gazed at my pumpkin. “But I can. I’m so proud of you, Joanna.”

Thank you, she mouthed to me.

“I’m honored to introduce you to our newest addition.” I moved back, turning my body toward Joanna as she held the scissors to the red ribbon, waiting for me to give her the signal to cut it. “Park City Mountainside.”

I eyed my daughter, and as each side of the ribbon fell, an applause erupted from the crowd.

Everyone rose from their seats, entering the hotel, and Joanna and Jenner made their way over to me.

“Congratulations,” Jenner said, clasping my hand, reaching forward to wrap his arm around my shoulders-the kind of hug the younger generation gave nowadays.

“And to you too,” I said, patting his back. “You know you deserve just as much recognition. You worked your ass off on this one.”

He released my hand, his arm dropping as he said, “You should have heard some of the rumblings in the crowd. They were blown away by the exterior alone, and they hadn’t even been inside yet.”

“If they think this property is magnificent, wait until they see what you and Joanna are spearheading next.”

Jenner’s arm slipped around my daughter’s shoulders. “Baby, are you ready to do this all over again in South Beach?”

“You mean, head back to one of my favorite cities in the world and eat Gloria’s desserts every day?” She grinned at me. “I’m more than ready.”

“Speaking of Gloria,” I said, gazing at the faces that walked by, looking for hers, “have you seen her?”

“She’s here,” Jenner replied, turning around, waving his hand in the air, and I assumed he’d spotted her. “She’s on her way over.”

Gloria approached with her son, Brett-a close friend of Jenner’s, who I’d now met several times-along with his fiancee, James, a woman who needed no introduction. Neither did Monica, my daughter’s best friend, who was a permanent staple in our family.

Monica threw her arms around me. “What a wicked place,” she said, hugging me like a second daughter. “I love it here, like, so, so much.”

“You know there’s a room for you anytime you want to come,” I told her. “That’s true for any of my hotels.”