The Billionaire's Princess - Ava Ryan Page 0,72

shimmies her dress up to her hips, revealing that red patch of hair and the sweetest, hottest pussy in the world. Then she straddles me, and I take my dick in hand. But I pause at the last moment because something isn’t right.

She frowns down at me, flustered and impatient. Just the way I like her.

“What?”

“What did I tell you about that hair?” I say.

She pauses, a sultry smile flickering across her face. Lets her head fall back as she finds the pin in her hair. Pulls the pin out and shakes all that silky red goodness loose so it can drape around her face and shoulders.

Just the way I like it.

“Good girl,” I say, holding my dick so she can impale herself on me.

Which she does without further delay.

Her slick heat sucks me in and grips me hard enough for the room to swim in and out of focus. We quickly find a driving rhythm, and she rides me hard with her hands on my chest, abandoned in her passion. There’s something wildly illicit and intoxicating about seeing her like this, with her dress bunched up around her waist, her pale thighs flexing and her groin grinding against mine. Especially when she rears back and grips my ankles, a position that reveals the base of my dick, which is thick and ruddy inside her. I can’t take my eyes off her flushed cheeks, her hair as it swings back and forth with her movements or the hard points of her nipples, which are still hidden by her dress but impossible to miss.

Equally mesmerizing? The way her expression shifts between smiles when we hit a spot she really likes and grimaces when we hit her sweet spot. And the way she mewls and pants and whispers to me, all of it encouraging me to fuck her harder. Faster.

I’m nothing if not a team player. My greedy hands fill themselves with her flexing thighs. Her swiveling hips. Her juicy ass. I give her everything I’ve got until my face is sweaty and her cries pitch higher as she straightens and puts her hands on her head as though she can’t fucking stand it for another second.

And she can’t, shouting out my name around her orgasm and stiffening as the pleasure possesses her. This is my cue to let myself go, which is a damn good thing, because I’m already going. She has a way of wrenching the pleasure from my body until I’m drained, then taking a little bit more and a little bit more. She’s never satisfied until that moment where my vision fades, and the ecstasy is so sweet that I’d swear I have one foot in heaven. We ride it out together, our strangled cries giving way to lingering moans and then, finally, harsh breathing as air makes its way back into our lungs and she collapses on top of me.

Time passes. I don’t know how much. Don’t care. But at some point, she levers up enough to look down at my face. She’s flushed. Amused. Gorgeous.

“Seems to me, this is where we came in,” she says.

“There are some similarities,” I say, anchoring my hand on her bare ass to keep her right where she is. “Only this time, you’re not walking out on me. Are you?”

Glorious smile. “I am not.”

“Good. Just to be clear, that’s an engagement ring on your finger.”

“Thank you for that clarification,” she says, raising one delicate brow. “Since you haven’t properly proposed. Nor have you been very abject in your apology, now that I think about it.”

I can’t hide my smirk.

“What can I say? I don’t really do abject,” I say, shrugging.

“No, you do not,” she says sourly. “I can’t help feeling I’ve let you off very easily.”

“Sure you have,” I say, dead serious as I stare her in the face. “If you consider me not being able to breathe days on end easily.”

She leans down for a lingering kiss, looking mollified.

“But I can do the proposal. How’s that?”

“Oh, by all means,” she says eagerly, propping her head on her hand to watch me.

“Marry me, princess,” I say, the words coming easily. As though they were there all along. As though I was born with them dormant inside me, waiting for this exact moment to bloom. “Don’t make me try to live without you. We both know I can’t do it.”

Her smile is glorious enough to make everything inside me rejoice.

“I thought you’d never ask, my love.”

“My love,” I say, easing in for