Page 62 of Billion Dollar Dispute

I pressed my cock to her entrance from behind and thrust in.

She arched her waist, and I slid in even deeper, gripping her hips as I began to slam in and out of her.

Her ass cheeks clapped with each thrust, and my balls grew heavier by the second. The sensation of my cock sliding against her walls was divine, nothing but sheer pleasure shooting up my veins.

I’d never believe too much in religion, but I could swear this was heaven. It was my heaven to be buried deep inside her like this.

“Andrei,” she moaned, gripping the sheets and biting against the pillow.

A smirk tugged on my lips. “Do you like the way I fuck you,solnishko?”

She groaned but didn’t reply.

I spanked her again, a little harder but careful not to cause her more pain than pleasure. “Tell me you like the way I take you,” I ordered, pounding her even faster and deeper.

“I like it,” she muttered desperately, her voice soft and sultry with pleasure. “I like the way you fuck me, Andrei. I love the way you make me feel.”

“Good girl.” I reached for her clitoris, teasing it with my finger as I pounded her from behind.

She arched into my touch, moving her hips to the rhythm and crying with pleasure.

I groaned at the way her ass bounced on my dick with each movement. “Fuck,” I groaned, feeling my balls get heavier.

Giselle tightened around me, and her moans grew needier than before. She clawed at the sheets and moaned my name. “Andrei, I’m….”

“Come on my dick, baby.” I thrust into her, deep and hard. “Come for me,solnishko.”

Her moans were reduced to a whimper for a moment, and then suddenly, a passionate scream ripped from her throat. Her body shuddered beneath mine, and her walls clenched so hard that the motion drew my own ejaculation from me.

I increased my pace as my climax built, grinding my hips against her ass until I exploded.

“Fuck,” I growled, pulsing until I emptied completely inside her. That was the best freaking sex I’d ever had. The best.

After I emptied, I rolled to the other side of the bed, taking her with me so that she was lying on top of me.

Her eyes were closed, her legs still trembling from the intensity of our lovemaking.

“Giselle.” I whispered her name passionately as I combed my fingers through her hair.. “Look at me,” I demanded.

Her thick lashes fluttered, her emerald eyes meeting mine.

My heart lurched in my chest. Every fiber of my being was drawn to this woman who was now mine.

Her existence and everything in it now belonged to me—her breath, her body, her life. Everything.

Would Peter approve of me for his daughter if he were alive? I wasn’t certain. He’d tried his best to keep her away from the mafia, and he’d done a good job until he decided to drag her into this ruckus before his death. I still couldn’t wrap my head around why he’d put her in harm’s way like he did.

But I was certain I was going to keep her safe.

No one would ever touch a hair on her head without my permission, no matter who it was.

I’d lived forty-one years, and this was the first time I ever truly wanted—needed—anyone the way I did. I wasn’t going tolose her to anyone for whatever reason. This was a promise I was making to myself.

She trailed a line along my chest. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I answered honestly.

She raised her head to look at me, her brows drawing curiously. “Me?” She huffed a laugh. “I’m right here with you. Why would you be thinking about me?”