Billionaires Runaway Bride

I tried to pull back, but his hold was too tight. “Then I’ll just make you wait too.”

“Nope. Good try though.” He released me and gripped my hand, pulling me up the stairs with him. “I was just thinking about how much I love the scent of your skin this morning.”

“Keep going,” I mumbled as we raced up the stairs.

“How nice it would be to walk into my bedroom and find you naked and wet for me.”

“That’s quite doable.” I walked into his bedroom and pulled my dress over my head as he turned to face me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He moved in and ran his hands over my hips, playing with the edge of my panties as he leaned down and licked my breasts along the lining of my bra. “I don’t know what I was thinking trying to save you from me.”

“Please don’t ever do that again.” I reached out and undid his jeans before tugging at his shirt. He moved back long enough to fully undress, leaving himself fully naked for me to covet. “I honestly thought we were through. I’ve cried more over you than any other man in my life. Why?”

“Because we were meant for each other, Mol.” He reached around me and undid my bra before sliding my panties down my legs. He hit his knees and leaned in, rolling his tongue up my slit before reaching up and parting my lips. “Fuck, I love how you smell, lass. The way you taste.”

I pressed my back against the wall behind me and lifted one leg, hooking my knee over his shoulder, and he leaned in and sucked my clit into the warmth of his mouth. His tongue beat over the tight bud of nerves, and I squirmed and slid my fingers into his hair.

The sound of his groans and enjoyment against my swollen skin mixed with the high emotion of knowing that we were going to try to make things work had me panting. He pressed two thick fingers into my heat and pumped them into me as my stomach tightened.

“Alfie. I’m going to come.” I arched my back and moaned as my release hit, the force of it buckling me.

“Mmmhmmm. That’s it, Molly. Give it to me.” He fucked me harder, opening me up as I rocked against him and prolonged the pleasure he offered.

“Enough,” I whimpered and pushed at his shoulder.

He stood, his lips wet and his eyes wide, cock thick and weeping. “Your turn, love.”

I smiled as I sunk to the floor and leaned toward him. “You’re so bossy.”

“No. I just want what I want, and I’m a damn fool for almost letting it go.” He slid his hand into my hair and gripped it as he took his cock and fed it to me, one inch at a time. The powerful hold he had on me combined with the salty taste of his dick as he pressed against the back of my throat was almost too much.

I reached up and played with his balls as he closed his eyes and moaned with each stroke. He pulled out a few minutes later and released me as he turned and walked toward the bed.

“Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me.” He turned and motioned for me to join him. “On the bed. Now.”

I got up and walked toward the bed as anticipation built in my stomach. There was nothing like the feel of him fucking me slow and deep or hard and fast. I would take him any way he came.

“Where do you want me?” I moved up on the bed on my hands and knees.

He caressed my ass and gave me a look of confusion. “I want you everywhere. In every position, but more than anything else…I want you. Hear me, Molly. This sex is just an overflow of how I feel about you, love.”

Tears burned my gaze, but I forced them back. “I want to see you while you make love to me.”

“Good choice.” He pushed softly at my hip, causing me to roll onto my back. He climbed up on the bed and gripped his cock, leading it down into my waiting wetness. “I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Then show me,” I whispered and wrapped my legs around his narrow hips.

He chuckled darkly and pressed forward, sliding in deep in his first good thrust. We both moaned loudly together. He reached down and took my leg in his hand, gripping me behind the knee. He lifted my leg a little, allowing him to press in a little farther.

I arched my back and pulled at his cock with my tight channel.

He groaned and lifted up, pumping his hips as I glanced down to watch where our bodies met. The erotic scene had my body purring with another release.

“You’re close,” he mumbled as he glanced up and locked gazes with me. “Come for me. Let me hear you cry out my name.”

I nodded, more than willing to do anything he wanted me to do. I lifted my hips and met him stroke for stroke as my orgasm him. I screamed his name, thrashing beneath him as he rammed into my pussy hard and fast. It was almost too much as pleasure pulled me under thick wave after wave.

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