The Billionaire’s Girlfriend Bet - Leslie North Page 0,32

wallet. He produced a condom a moment later, his gaze sizzling on her as he tore the packet open with his teeth.

“Are you—”

“Don’t be scared. I’ll go slow. At first.”

“But you didn’t come yet,” she said, mesmerized by the sight of him rolling a condom over his hard cock.

He wet his bottom lip, glancing up at her. “I know. But believe me, I will. And you’re going to come again.”

She rolled her lips inward, excitement jolting through her. She’d had sex plenty of times in her life, but she’d never been made to feel like the star of the show before Blake. Like her pleasure mattered even half as much as his did.

Blake gripped her by the hips then, guiding her to sit on top of him. He caught the pebbled tip of her nipple between his lips as she eased onto his lap. The warmth of him wasn’t just welcome, it was hypnotic. His heat felt familiar, almost comforting. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he helped guide her into place.

His cockhead nudged at her pussy, and she rocked forward to help him slide inside. And then suddenly he was stretching her channel, easing into her slick core deliriously slowly. They locked eyes, passion and heat burning between them as she sank downward, welcoming him inside her inch by inch.

“Fuuuuuck,” Blake groaned, his voice gravely.

“I know.” Her voice was so faint it was less than a whisper. “It feels too good.”

Blake rocked his hips in a slow circle beneath her as she claimed the final inches of his cock. A moan slid out of her. He filled her in a way that she hadn’t known possible, the slick steel of him buried to her core. This, and this alone, was better than anything she’d ever felt before.

Blake grunted, jerking his hips up. Her breasts jiggled as he fucked her from below. His hot palms slid to the dip in her waist, his gaze so intense on her that she thought she might come just from that alone. He dug his fingertips into the fleshiness above her hips.

“I’m already close,” he groaned.

“Me too,” she said. “And I just came.”

An evil grin covered his lips, and he captured her lips in a quick but passionate kiss. Then he groaned, burying his face between her breasts as he rocked up into her again.

Michelle matched his movements, bucking against him as he ground up into her. The friction was amazing. No, it was perfection. She never wanted to move from this spot. Never wanted to have sex with anyone else. Couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else ever again.

Her throat tightened just as Blake’s hand snuck between her legs. His thumb found her clit, making sure he tweaked it every time she rocked against him. Her stomach went tight then, as another climax bubbled to life inside of her. It was too much—the sensation of being filled with him, bursting with bliss and completeness, and then the sprinkles on top of playing with her while they fucked.

If she hadn’t been overwhelmed by Blake before, she was now.

Blake pushed his warm hands up along her spine, pinning her with a heated gaze. And with the next thrust, she started falling. Over the edge and into another orgasm. Into the complex swirl of emotion in his eyes. Into the depths of his being, while simultaneously letting him into the depths of hers in ways she was not yet prepared to quantify or explain.

Her orgasm quaked through her, stronger than the last, and she dug her fingernails into his sides as she came and came. Blake drilled up into her again, a muffled groan escaping him. He grimaced, his brows knitting together as he tossed his head back. His hips jerked once and then a second time, and then all that remained was the sound of their heavy breaths.

She couldn’t speak for what felt like forever. She collapsed on top of him, unable to support herself anymore.

“Sorry,” she murmured into his collar bone. “I couldn’t—”

“No, babe.” He pressed a kiss to her hairline. “No apologies. That was fucking epic and we need to cuddle after that.”

She snickered, cozying up to the hollow of his neck. “Epic is right.”

“I think I just orgasmed into next year.”

“I orgasmed into the next decade,” she countered, her voice lazy.

He squeezed his arms around her. “I’ll let you win this time. But only because I’m pretty sure I’ll beat you during round two.”

Warmth spread through her, and she couldn’t hide