left the tip of his massive cock inside of her entrance. Her slick cunt burned with pleasure as he simply held her there and stilled his movements. Gillian's entrance stretched to accommodate his size as she ran her hands up his muscular chest covered with sprinkles of black hair before gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his thick, corded neck.
John's eyes searched hers for a moment, and she could tell he knew she was not only highly aroused by his actions but confused. He had caught her eyes following Patrick out of the room, probably wondering if she wanted Patrick more than she wanted him.
John needed to know before they went any further, so he asked, "Kitten, I want you to look at me." His command was spoken with a half growl, every muscle in his body straining to control the beast that was riding him hard. When her radiant, emerald eyes found his, he asked candidly, "Do you want Patrick?"
Unable to lie to her British lover, Gillian searched his eyes a moment before softly saying, "I enjoyed being with Patrick, John, but I enjoy you much more. Although I don't know what you two have been saying, I know it's been about me. I don't want you angry at me, baby, but I also don't want you to fight because of me."
John knew that Gillian was telling him the truth. Although his interior being was dancing with pure, unadulterated joy at knowing she wanted him more, his exterior was calm and only a small smile touched his handsome face. Wanting to ease her fears, he slowly lowered her wet cunt down his engorged shaft. The two moaned in unison at the intensity of the pleasure as he buried the entire length in her core. The British man then gently cupped her face in his rough, scarred hands as he kissed her petal soft lips. As their tongues mated, John's cock began to grow even more in size as he tasted his seed on her mouth. He could not explain the heady feeling he got from this woman being in his arms.
Breaking the kiss, his hands roamed down her body and painfully gripped her large breasts. His blackened eyes found hers as he sincerely said, "I'm not angry at you, kitten, and the only thing you need to focus on right now is the pleasure that I plan on giving you." John then leaned forward to run his tongue up her long, porcelain neck before he pulled at her earlobe with his teeth. At her ear, he whispered huskily, "Ride my cock, kitten. Show me how much you want me."
A sultry, brilliant smile touched Gillian's full, red lips as she gripped John's hair painfully in her small hand before she clenched down hard on the walls of her pussy. She then ran her tongue over his lips as she slowly eased herself up his cock to where only the mushroom shaped head filled the entrance before she released the muscles and slid back down. She watched John's eyes close in luxurious torture and his head roll back as she repeated the same movements again.
She licked and nibbled on the pulse in his neck before trailing her lips to his ear. "How does that feel, baby?" Gillian whispered. She loved to watch his rock hard, abdominal muscles flex as she milked his cock with her cunt. John was the most handsome, erotic man Gillian had ever met. She giggled when she heard him growl between clenched teeth and spread her ass cheeks wide. "I like it when you growl like a bear, John. Maybe that's what I'll call you. Bear. Would you like that?"
The British billionaire slapped her ass painfully in response before he quickly changed their position so he lay on top of her on the plush, leather sofa. He couldn't take any more of her wonderful torment and was close to the most intense orgasm of his life. Bracing himself so he would not hurt her, John began to slowly pump himself inside of Gillian's slick, wet warmth. He caught her gasp of pleasure in his mouth as he kissed her passionately on the lips. Feeling his balls begin to seize up with an impending orgasm, his long, slender fingers traveled down her soft abdomen to grip her sensitive, engorged clit. As he massaged the hardened nub between his fingers, John then began fucking her at a maddening, erratic pace. Their sweaty, aroused bodies moved in