Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,42
shuffled off. “Probably shouldn’t talk shit about people unless you want to really hear their story, eh?”
Jim grabbed my arm. “What the fuck was that?” He half-laughed.
“I can’t stand gossip-drama fueled bullshit. That woman and her husband insulted you over nothing.”
“My phone calls may have ruined their tour, Avery.”
“Don’t come at me with Avery in that boss-man voice. It was bullshit. I enjoyed the tour, and you didn’t interrupt jack-shit. That old bag just felt she had to whisper her opinion loud enough for me to hear. I’m not okay with that.”
“Well, I definitely think you scared their asses off.” He shook his head. “Wow. Anal-fucking-sex. You’re really down for that?”
“Are you?” I taunted him.
He pursed his lips. “I think that might be pushing it.”
“Then we play by my rules when we head up those stairs and get in our room. At least the first part.”
“Okay. Again, what the hell are your rules, my lovely bride?”
“I bring you all the way to the end. No jumping up and finishing yourself off by—and don’t take this the wrong way—but nailing my ass while you’re on top. I get to ride you and watch you come inside me while you lay on that bed.”
“That’s what you want?” He seemed to sigh in relief.
“I want to watch you come while I bring you there. Let me make you come.”
He pulled me against him—this was a thing I was learning quickly he seemed to enjoy doing, and I loved being swallowed up in the muscular man’s arms. “Very well, then. You can ride me into ecstasy if that’s what you want. You could have just said that instead of scaring that poor couple out of their minds.”
“They deserved it. It’s not fair. You’re a good man, Jim.”
“I’m not your husband, and we’re not on our honeymoon,” he answered more seriously as we walked up the spiral staircase to our room. “I fear you’d agree with them if you were.”
“You sell yourself too short,” I said as we reached our room, and Jim unlocked the door. “You’re a good guy. You didn’t have to do any of this shit for me, yet you did. I still don’t understand it.”
“I’m extremely attracted to you like no other woman I’ve ever known,” he said.
He was getting too serious, and I felt like the next words out of his mouth were going to fuck up the night ahead.
I reached for his face after he closed the doors behind us. “I want to watch your expression when I fuck you and bring you over the edge. I want to see your expression just the same as you’ve been fixated on watching me come.”
His face turned into a smile. “I’m all yours.”
“I want it on a blanket,” I said, “and on the floor in front of that fireplace.”
He brushed his lips over mine. “I only hope my expression lives up to this fantasy of yours.”
“I have a feeling it will.”
I was in heaven, my pussy clenched around Jim’s cock, but dammit if I couldn’t bury all of him in me. The guy was fucking huge, and I was still being broken back in—that’s what I guess anyway. His body was perfect, and I loved watching his rigid and perfect muscles flex as I rode him. I loved his groans, but I’d never seen his face at his climax. He always seemed to bury his cock deep and then his face in my neck. Not that I didn’t love that shit, his sensual kisses while he slowly pumped into me while coming off the orgasm high. Even so, after all these interludes, the one thing I never saw was Jim’s face. I knew he had to look even sexier than this look of holding back—this painful, yet satisfied look of being fucked—but I wanted to see it all.
“Fuck, I’m close. Come inside me, Jim,” I urged, rotating my hips on him, his thumb massaging my clit with slow and perfect pressure. He’d learned how to manipulate it in a way that sent me over the top, and he knew it. I pulled his hand away when I felt the energy release from my spine and rush down to my pussy. “Fuck me, goddamn, I love riding your huge cock,” I said while my release came hard and fast. “Tell me you’re coming in me.” I was breathless, still feeling my orgasm clamping down on his dick that stretched my pussy with insane pleasure.
“Look at me, gorgeous,” Jim said, sliding his hands