Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,35

enjoyed about Madeline was how she always said what was on her mind. She often asked questions or said things that I thought most people would’ve kept to themselves, so it was refreshing that she was so open. Following her lead, I was open with her about how my body was responding, and now, that led me to have my face between her thighs, eating her pussy.

As she came, her sweet juices filled my mouth with a glorious taste and I thought I could stay here forever. If only my dick wasn’t about to explode. Because it could no longer be denied, I moved up her body then rolled off to the side, reaching hopefully toward my bedside drawer to pull out a condom. I hated how desperate I felt because I really would’ve liked to have spent more time investigating her soft luscious body. But my dick wasn’t having any of that.

As I lay on my back and tore open the condom wrapper, she maneuvered over me, straddling my thighs like she had before. Her hands pressed against my abdomen, sliding up to my chest, giving my pecs a quick squeeze before sliding down again. Then her hand wrapped around my dick and I about came out of my skin.

“Fuck.” I pushed her hands away and rolled the condom on. Then I gripped her hips and pulled her over me. “Put me out of my misery, Madeline.”

She positioned herself over me and then slowly took me in until I filled her body. The most fucking fantastic pleasure flooded my body as her pussy gripped my dick. She rocked her hips back and forth, amplifying the sensations and making me gasp as her movements sent tiny electric shocks coursing through my blood.

I was quickly careening toward the edge. Too fast, I thought. So I gritted my teeth, working to hold off the inevitable explosion that was coming. I forced myself to watch her. She looked so Goddamned beautiful and sexy as she moved over me. Her head lifted slightly, her eyes closed, and all that glorious red hair cascading down around her. Her tits swayed with her movements, and my mouth watered to taste one again, so I levered up, bringing my hands around her back and pulling one of those sweet nipples to my mouth to suck it. She let out a gasp. I loved the sound she made as I worked to make her feel good. I moved to her other nipple, using my hand to massage the one I just sucked.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

Her pussy began convulsing in waves around my dick, increasing the friction until I could hardly stand it anymore and I fell back with no choice but to give in to my own need for release.

“Yes, fuck me. I’m almost there.”

She leaned over me, pressing her hands against my chest, gripping my pecs as she closed her eyes and focused on taking her own pleasure. Underneath her, I moved with her, each time my pleasure ratcheting up and up until I was sure my head was going to explode.

She cried out and proceeded to clamp down so hard on my dick that stars burst behind my eyes.

“Fuck!” My hips shot up and held as the first wave of intense pleasure shot through me and out of my dick. I did it again and again until I was completely empty.

She collapsed over me and I used my last bit of strength to bring an arm around her back as the rest of my body went completely boneless. The only sound in the room was our harsh breaths as we fought to get air.

The one thought I had was that this was a bad idea, and yet at the same time, I couldn’t regret that it happened. Perhaps I was a fucking cliché, having sex with my co-star, but in this moment I didn’t really care.

As the haze of orgasm began to dissipate, though, and reality began to return, I worried what this might mean. Was she going to regret having done this? Did we need to make some sort of agreement that this was the one and only time? That idea didn’t sit well with me, because I knew in a few minutes I would want to do it all over again.

I gently caressed her back. “You alright?”

She lifted her head to look at me. “Did I do something to give you the impression that I wasn’t alright?”

Okay, so maybe that was a dumb question.