Page 70 of The Billionaire Mismatch

“Luca,” she moans. “Please…”

“Please, what?” I ask.

“Please let me come,” she says.

There it is.

“Good girl,” I say before yanking her up to my mouth and finishing her off. As my tongue thrashes against her, I drive my middle finger inside her, using my ring finger and pointer finger to part her lips so I can cover her entire pussy with my mouth. I’m sucking and licking and teasing all while thrusting my finger in and out of her.

“Oh god!” she screams as the orgasm rips through her. The first one, anyways. And of course, even when her muscles begin to give out, even when she melts into the couch and her legs go lax, I don’t stop.

“I came,” she says, pulling back. But I lock her legs with my arms and pull her back into my mouth.

“Fuck, Luca, I said I ca–oh god. Oh, fuck…”

And just like that, the waves swell again, crashing over her in another orgasm.

“Fuck!” she whimpers. “I’ve never had two orgasms like that before…” Then, and only then, do I let her go. But not for long.

“Well, get ready for a third,” I say, and Olivia slowly sits up.

“Are you kidding me?” she asks with a chuckle. “I can barely move after that. I don’t know if I can handle anoth–”

I cut her off by kissing her. And while my mouth is locked on hers, I take her breasts in my hands, cupping them softly and tracing circles around her nipples before flicking them until she quivers in my hands.

“You’re going to ruin me,” she moans as I tease her relentlessly, and then I stop, tipping her chin up to look at me.

“Bend over, and I will ruin you,” I tell her, and for a second, I wonder if I am being too harsh.

But Olivia’s eyes grow wild, and she gets up, standing in front of the side of the couch. I strip out of my wet clothes that I neglected to shed when we walked in the door, and I run my hand through her hair, turning her head back to face me and kissing her deeply. Then, I clasp my hand in hers against her scalp and tug her head back to give her another kiss before leaning her over.

One long, quick stroke over my already granite-hard cock and I am ready to go.

I let go of her hair and take her by the hips, coaxing her feet further apart. In this position, with her bent over, I can see every inch of her: pink, exposed, wet.

I run the tip over the length of her before sliding myself inside. Her pussy wraps around me like a glove. We both moan at the way we fit so perfectly together.

“You feel so good,” I tell her.

“I was about to say the same thing,” she says.

“Well, how about we don’t talk…” I say as I glide in and out of her.

Within moments it becomes obvious that this position is going to end both of us very quickly. As my hips grind into hers, I fill her more and more with each thrust.

“Luca,” she begs.

“I know,” I say. Because the dirty talk is great, but this is going to send me spiraling over an edge too, crashing into waves within us, fulfilling every need we have and have had for so long.

No one has ever given me this kind of satisfaction in the bedroom before.

No one has made me want to write off every other woman for as long as I live.

“Fuck,” she cries out as her body shatters against mine and I come undone too. One ripple after another until we are both left untangled and exposed.

Olivia collapses and I cradle her in my arms, carrying her over to the bed and laying her under the down comforter.

“Where are you going?” she murmurs, already on the edge of sleep.