Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

“Oh yes,” I muttered, my hands landing on the back of his head.

I raked my nails along his scalp as he devoured me. He was fucking me with his tongue now, moving it in and out of my tight little hole as my body convulsed in pleasure. He licked and sucked on me with absolute fervor, like I was made of the nectar of the gods themselves. I didn't want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

“Yes, Shane... Oh God,” I cried out.

My pussy spasmed around his mouth as I came, and Shane never once slowed down his pace. He kept me going, li

cking and sucking with the eagerness of a man who thrived on eating pussy, making the pleasure coursing through my body burn with an intensity that sent me over the top.

My orgasm had barely subsided when Shane was moving up my body, lifting my dress off over my head. His mouth crashed into mine again, and I tasted myself upon his lips. His tongue and mouth were coated in my juices, but I didn't care. I wanted him, all of him, and it was obvious from the way his cock pressed against me, through his slacks, that he wanted me too.

I fumbled with his belt and zipper as Shane worked at the snaps of my bra. Our hands were trembling – it almost felt like we were clumsy teenagers all over again – but we managed to get ourselves undressed.

Slipping my hands up Shane's shirt, I slid my fingers along the smooth skin of his abs and chest. So tight. So firm. So filled out. I had to remove the shirt and see him in the flesh. He helped me lift it off over his head, and I marveled at the beauty. Tattoos that hadn't been there before, now dotted his chest and I traced along them with my fingertips.

All while he stared down at me, hovered over me. His eyes drank me in as he reached for my breast. Lowering himself against me, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, gently. The sensation of his mouth on my sensitive flesh tore through my body like a bolt of lightning, reaching the crown of my head, all the way down to my toes, and I cried out in pleasure.

His cock pressed against me, the tip of him resting against my pussy. I opened my legs for him, hoping to welcome him inside of me, but he continued focusing on my breasts instead. He moved his mouth over to the other nipple, his brown eyes staring deep into mine as he sucked on them with as much glee as he'd sucked on my pussy.

“Please,” I groaned, my voice breathless as I writhed upward toward him, asking with my hips for what I wanted from him.

Shane pulled back from my breast and held himself above me, staring deep into my eyes. His cock pressed against my opening, just the tip slipping between the velvety folds between my thighs. He smiled as he rubbed himself against my clit.

I wrapped my legs around his body and with all my strength, pulled him into me. Shane pressed forward, burying himself deep inside of me with one, hard thrust. He pushed past the folds of my pussy and drove himself into me with a low, animalistic grunt.

“Yes, yes,” I cried out, wrapping my hands around his body.

His gaze held mine as he moved in and out of me, our bodies finding a rhythm all our own, a rhythm our bodies seemed to remember well from the years that had gone by. We moved in unison, our bodies creating a perfect – and perfectly remembered – harmony.

“God, I've missed you,” he groaned.

His head fell, his forehead resting against mine as we stared into each other's eyes. He dotted kisses along my neck and collarbone, his breathing heavy in my ear.

“I've missed you so much, Piper,” he said.

“I've missed you too,” I said.

He grabbed onto my leg, lifting it slightly to get a better angle for himself, and then buried himself balls deep inside of me. I cried out, shuddering with pleasure as he started pounding deeper and deeper into my pussy.

“I want you on top, so I can see all of you,” he said.

He rolled us over before I knew what was happening, never leaving my body. I was straddling him now, and I sat up, stretching my arms up over my head to give him the view he wanted.

“You're so fucking sexy,” he said.

He reached up, his large, but soft hands kneading at my tits, teasing my nipples as I rode him. I ground myself against him, my clit rubbing hard against his pelvic bone. His hands continued exploring my body, as he savored my curves. I drew in a sharp breath as his fingernails raked against my flesh, as he moved his hands to my hips, holding me in place and helping me find our rhythm again.

His hips rose up to meet mine now, bringing us even closer together. I fell onto him, my head resting against his chest. His heart was beating so fast, thundering in his chest as I continued grinding my body against him, feeling his cock pounding against the walls of my pussy. I clenched myself around him, bringing a groan from deep in his body.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he said. “If you keep that up, I won't last much longer.”

Wanting to please him, I purposefully clenched down around him, lifting my head to stare into his eyes. I wanted to see his face when he came; wanted to feel it as badly as I wanted to see it. His jaw was clenched, and he gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he thrust himself upward, driving his cock deeper into me. I cried out his name, over and over again.

I was close, and from the sounds of his grunts and the nearly frantic movements of his body, so was he. He guided me up and down on his hard shaft, and I was bouncing up and down on top of him, fucking him fast and hard. He felt so good inside of me, plunging his cock into me again and again, setting off explosions of sensation as he touched all of my most sensitive spots.

“Come for me, Piper,” he growled. “Cone all over my cock, baby.”

“I'm going to,” I whimpered. “Oh God, I'm going to come...”