The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

If she wanted the control, then she needed to demand it. She needed to ride me with all the strength she had left. Because in this moment, my fucking dick was hers, and that wasn’t something I ever gave up.

“Own it,” I told her. “Show me how much you fucking want it.”

She did.

She ground over my shaft, twisting her body at the bottom of each dip, caging me inside her cunt.

“Fuuuck.” I released her nipple. “If you keep that up, it’s not going to be yours for much longer.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” She breathed against my cheek. “Maybe I want to feel you come because there’s nothing sexier than watching a man lose himself.”

Damn it, that was hot.

A woman who wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her.

“Then, fuck me,” I told her. “Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.”

It was as if a switch went off.

Her speed wasn’t what changed, nor was it the power she used.

This was deeper.

More intimate.

A tightness that came from within.

She reached behind her back to cup my balls while she bounced over me, keeping my shaft lodged inside her, turning her body in different directions to gain friction from every angle. And as she tickled my sack, my balls started to tighten.

The sensation building.

“Damn it.” My fingers rubbed her clit, my other hand squeezing her tit. “Fuck me!”

She did—harder.

Her pussy became wetter.

She was practically clutching my cock, milking the cum from me.

She wanted me to blow.

And she was going to get it.

I gripped her waist, holding on.

Taking it.

Allowing her to work my orgasm through my body with each dip of her cunt.

“Jo,” I groaned as I was about to hit the peak, the intensity at its strongest, the feeling consuming me. “You’re making me fucking come.”

“Me too! Oh God!”

Pump after pump, she sucked me dry, filling the condom.

And while she rode the hell out of me, my eyes stayed on hers.

Watching her.

Viewing every second that she possessed my cock.

The moment I fell apart, she did too, rocking her hips, shaking over me, our moans matching.

“Oh God, yes!”

When she finally stilled, when there was nothing left to drain out of me, she kept me inside her and flattened her hands against my chest.

Her breath came out in pants. “I wonder if my girls are looking for me.” She laughed. “I told them I was just going to check the score.”

Her satiated stare made me smile. “Do you think another twenty minutes will matter?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Twenty minutes?”

I flipped her onto her back, my mouth diving into her neck. “Maybe thirty.” I moaned, knowing I was about to change the condom and do this all over again.