Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,43
from my tits and along my hips. He gripped me and pumped his dick harder.
I leaned over on his strong chest while his hands went to my ass. I gripped his broad shoulders and watched his eyes fade into bliss. God, he was mother fucking sexy right now. Jim press down on my lower back, all while he thrust himself deeper into me. A sexy grunt of pleasure erupted from him. I watched Jim’s beautiful emerald eyes while he slowly closed and reopened them with each smooth thrust of his cock into me. His eyes returned to mine, and for the first time since meeting Jim, I saw where the man was truly and wholly—for this moment—at my mercy.
“Come in me, Jim,” I whispered.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, eyes rolling back. He bit into his lip, lifted his chin, and pushed his head back into the pillow. “You’re so damn tight,” he whispered while pumping harder and gripping my ass as he worked to cum inside me. “Your pussy is—” He stopped, licking his lips. I watched his upper body flex every last muscle, his mouth fall open in ecstasy, and then exhale the last of his orgasm of pleasure. Damn he was more handsome than ever right now. His dazed eyes returned to mine as my breathing picked up, another smaller orgasm rippling through me. “Your pussy is pulsating around my cock. It feels amazing.”
He and I both collapsed. “You’re the sexiest man alive,” I said, molding my body on his chest, looking over into the flames in the fireplace we were lying next to.
I felt him kiss the top of my head while pulling my hair off of my sweaty back. “You’re a wildcat, gorgeous. I’ve never just laid on my back and came like that in a woman.”
“Oh,” I smiled. “A first. How’d it feel?”
“Strange, but amazing to give that to you.” I felt his hand stop rubbing my back, and he held me. “I don’t give up control like that in any part of my life.” He smirked. But I just gave that control to you. Jesus Christ, you’re fucking amazing.”
“I’ll take the compliment,” I said. “We’re going to have to trade off, watching each other climax like this.”
He brought my face into his hands and kissed my lips. “My God, what are you doing to me?”
“I’d like to ask the same about you. Let’s go soak in that tub, what do you say?”
“I say if I’m not careful, we’re most likely going to fuck there too.”
“Is that another sexual thing you’re afraid of?”
He sat up, bringing me with him. He locked eyes with me, “I don’t fear shit. Nothing. I do, however, have my reasons for certain things. Fucking in a bathtub would merely be another first for me, but not crossing a line sexually for things I will and will not do.”
I eased myself off of him. “You’re a hard nut to crack sometimes.”
“Perhaps you don’t want to crack this nut?” He smiled. “Instead, you can just bust—”
“No.” I held my hand up with a laugh. “Don’t fucking say it.”
“Bust a nut?”
I exhaled. “Go run the bath before you destroy my image of you coming with your cheesy phrases.”
I watched his tight ass cross the room after a quick kiss to my lips. There was something up with him and his sexual preferences. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them; there was no fucking way that was the case. I followed him in, looking at his perfect posture while feeling the warmth of the water in the large claw foot tub.
This man was a sex god—he’d proved that at his home and the three other rounds we had here today. He did everything that would make any woman climb the walls, wanting more, but he had his limits. It’s partially the reason I wanted to watch the man come. I wanted to see him climax and watch the beautiful beast of a sex god give me his most vulnerable side. I have no idea why, but I did. I wanted more now. Jim was a challenge, and it was beyond fucking weird that I would press for more or treat him like we were on a honeymoon.
He was a kind and caring man, he took an interest in me, and he fucked like a king. He was all of that, but something hid behind all of this. It probably was me, blowing things out of proportion because we didn’t honestly know each other. Did I want