Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

Because I had to fly out of Newton Hills tonight, and I wasn’t coming back. Great fucks like this didn’t happen every night. My body wanted it to be just getting started, but my cock was ready to explode.

“Jer, Jer,” she pleaded. My name sounded so good on her lips. “Don’t stop fucking me.”

I slapped her ass. She squealed. I sliced into her with slow strokes, before wrapping my arms around her chest and bringing her upright. Her back pressed into my chest. I bit down on her ear.

“Help me slow it down, Evie,” I demanded.

She nodded, twisting her hands behind my neck. She rocked up and down, letting my cock slide to her clit, before she rolled her hips, sucking it back inside. It was tortuously slow. Cruel. But when she sat on my cock it went so fucking deep.

I twisted her nipples between my fingers, but it only kicked her into a high gear. Every part of her body was sensitive. As if it was a live wire, ready to spark and burn. She rode faster.

“Fuck, Evie. I said slower.”

I pushed her forward on her palms again, overwhelmed by a consuming desire to fuck her like I’d never fucked another woman. I wanted her to remember tonight. I wanted to leave a part of myself behind. I wanted her to feel me when she awakened in the morning. Because if there was one thing I knew, drunk or not, I wasn’t going to forget tonight. There wasn’t enough wine in the world to erase this kind of sex from my memory. I loved a woman on all fours. It was my favorite position, but with Evie it was something different. It was like a religious experience.

I licked my lips as I spread her sweet ass cheeks, groaning at the sight of her slick pussy. She was so wet. So hot. So tight. She was the answer to my prayers tonight.

It was a quick flash. An absurd thought, but I wanted to toss the condom and bury myself inside her and come deep. I shook my head. What the fuck was I thinking?

I pushed into her one last time with a slow stroke and then we were found.

I let go. I grunted and groaned as I thrust faster. I didn’t hold back. Evie begged for more. And the more she purred the farther I tried to spread her tight little body. I wanted to be in her deepest spaces. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to sear her with my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I howled. The bullseye in my spine seized and I felt my climax build like a rocket launc

h. I locked my hips as I unloaded my release in that fucking condom.

Evie vibrated in my hands, wracked with another orgasm. She squeezed my dick, panting and bouncing until her body stilled with quiet breaths.

I exhaled, pulling my exhausted cock from her. I carefully stood and tossed the condom in the trash. I sat on the edge of the couch.

Evie tucked her knees to her chest.

I kissed her temple. “I had no idea you were so incredible in bed.” I winked. “High school could have been a different story for us,” I teased.

She ran her fingers through her hair. “Uh-yeah. I guess. I’d be a signature in your yearbook.”

“That was a joke.”

She nodded.

“Oh no. Don’t go silent on me.” I spun her on the couch so she faced me.

She let her head fall back. “I’m not. I’m just trying to enjoy the way I feel right now. Doesn’t your body feel amazing after sex? Like you have new skin or something?”

I laughed loudly. “Sure. I guess.”

“Really? You don’t think about it? What does your body feel like if you’re still right now? Don’t move. Just feel it.”

I sat there, studying her. “Honestly?”

She nodded.

I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. That’s how this night got started. With her beautiful mouth. I couldn’t stay away from it. “I feel like fucking you again. Can you blame me? We almost burned the wine cellar down, starting with this couch.”

“Jer.” Her eyes narrowed. “I meant more in a personal introspective way.”

I chuckled. “Keep talking nerd to me, baby.” She blushed. “It was the honest truth—the first reaction from my body. I think it’s a good thing I don’t live here anymore.”