Entangled (The Accidental Billionaires #2) - J. S. Scott Page 0,77

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Aiden was beautifully made, from his mouthwatering body to his strong, masculine facial features and beautiful blue eyes.

“I love the way you feel,” I told him as I traced the sexy trail of hair that disappeared into his open jeans. “You’ve always been the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

I ran my hand over the incredibly hard bulge under the denim he was wearing, and I heard him take in a sharp breath.

That was all the encouragement I needed to drop to my knees and yank the jeans and his boxer briefs down to his feet.

I let him kick them to the side, and then I wrapped my hand around his length and girth.

“Skye,” he said in a feral tone.

“Wait,” I said, knowing that he was getting impatient. I could feel the testosterone emanating from his body, and it beckoned to me.

There was something powerful about knowing that I could get him as worked up as he could get me.

I wanted to taste him, and I wanted to get it right, since it was something I hadn’t done before.

Aiden’s cock might be as hard as diamonds, but I loved the silken softness that covered it, and I let my fingers trail down his length before I leaned forward.

Letting instinct take control, I flicked my tongue out and swiped the bead of moisture at the very tip.

I closed my eyes and savored the taste of him, his essence, and then I took as much of the shaft as I could possibly get into my mouth.

“I think I just fucking died,” he groaned.

Encouraged, I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock, and sucked as I pulled back.

I got lost in the rhythm after that, relishing every sound of pleasure he made, and the sensation of his hands grasping my hair in desperation.

I was startled when he moved back suddenly. “You have to stop, Skye, or I’ll end up coming in your mouth,” he rasped.

I looked up at him. “Would that be so bad?”

“It would be like a wet dream for me, sweetheart. But I need to be inside you right now. I need to feel like all this is real, too. Like you’re real.”

He pulled me upright and slowly removed the rest of my clothing, dropping each item on the floor.

Entranced, I watched him do it until I was as nude as he was.

“I need you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth.

He flopped onto the huge leather sofa. “You have me. You’ve always had me. Come here.”

When I got close enough to the couch, he pulled me down on top of him. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I straddled him.

“Ride me, beautiful,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Our eyes locked, and there was a silent communication that floored me.

He wanted me to keep control. He wanted me to take what I wanted.

And I didn’t hesitate as I grasped his cock and positioned the silken head at my entrance.

Sinking down onto him was one of the most incredible things I’d ever felt.

Aiden filled me, stretched me, made me feel complete, and it was breathtaking.

I was so wet that I took him balls-deep pretty easily.

“This is what I needed,” I panted. “This. You. Us.”

He put his hands on my hips. “Ride me before I lose my damn mind.”

There was tension in his expression, but there was also love and passion. And I fed on those emotions.

I lifted up, and then sank down again. The slow, sultry rhythm soon turned into a frantic need to go faster. Take him deeper.

“Aiden,” I moaned.

He grasped my hips harder, and started moving up every time I came down.

I let go when the fevered pace got crazy, and my body was screaming for release.

Aiden held me still and pummeled up into me, each stroke harder than the last.

When he shifted positions slightly, and each thrust put pressure on my clit, I came apart.

My climax barreled into me with so much force that I could hardly stay upright.

“Yes,” I hissed. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Those words got me pulled down for a delirious kiss, and our mouths met like we’d die if they didn’t.

He smothered the moans that I couldn’t hold back while my entire body shuddered with my release.

His body quieted after he orgasmed deep inside me seconds later.

When I drew back and put my head on his shoulder, he huffed, “I love you, too, Skye.”

I was out of breath, and my heart was galloping, but I smiled against his