Page 16 of Wrong Room, Right Billionaire

Her cheeks flush to a flattering shade of soft, pink rose.

“I don’t know, guys being able to pick me up without throwing out their backs,” she says with a sassy smile that isn’t actually that humorous.

And there it is again. That little flash of disbelief that I can hold her like this. Like the body I have been trying not to lose my mind over for the last half hour is somehow too much.

Bullshit again.

She grins but it turns into a playful shriek as I toss her onto the bed. She lands somewhere in the middle of the white, down fluff and I grab her by her ankle and yank her closer to me. I love her shrieks.

But again…I don't want to make her moan.

I want to make her scream.

I crawl on top of her and kiss her again. She wraps herself around me, her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

I can’t get enough of her. I needed this. And guessing by the way she has slowly unraveled since I walked into this room, I don’t think she can either.

And yet, there is an urgency.

If I don’t get my dick inside of her soon, it’s going to break loose the moment I make contact. And neither of us has come this far to make today’s fireworks show nothing but a glorified finale.

I reach down and tease her opening with the head of my cock. I know better than to just go full bore. It’s no secret that I am a well-proportioned man. And given that she has already taken a very thorough look at my physique, I’m pretty sure she knows what she is working with here.

“Ready for me?” I ask.

“God you’re so…” she trails off as I tease her, prompting her to open for me.

“So what?” I ask.

“Big,” she giggles.

“Too big?” I ask.

Her eyes meet mine with a mischief I feel I am already growing well acquainted with and she bites her lip, something she does when she is being both timid and salty.

“Never,” she says.

And with that, I drive myself inside of her.

It’s not a hard drive but it’s enough to make her moan. I stop halfway and move slower after that. It gives her body a moment to get used to my size, my length, but also, it allows her to soften around me, all while teasing every nerve we both possess with each inch.

“Fuck me,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good…”

Her legs tighten around my torso and she lifts her ass off the bed slightly, providing both of us with an even more satisfying angle. I don’t know where she learned that and I don’t care.

All I care about is getting her off again.

My hips glide against hers, rhythmically at first and then with more urgency. From waves gently lapping the edges of the beach to tides crashing against the shore. With each thrust, I drive us nearer to the edge.

“Fuck,” I groan again, taking her hands in mine and pinning them over her head. I need something to hang onto. Something to keep me from tumbling over the edges of myself entirely.

“Oh…” she murmurs again. “Oh god…”

And as pretty as those little moans are, they’re not enough.

I don’t want her to remember this as a nice time…I want her to look back on the memory, biting her lip. Crossing her legs. I want it to be a memory that turns her cheeks so red, she doesn’t want to think about it in public.

I want her to need to touch herself every time she thinks of me.