The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

When she finally calmed, there should have been a satiated look in her eyes. But there wasn’t. There was a feral one, and she was reaching for me, leading me up the mattress until our bodies were aligned.

“This mouth”—she ran her fingers over my lips—“is lethal.”

“It’s missed you.” I held the back of her head. “Kiss me. I want you to taste yourself.”

She briefly nibbled on her lip before our mouths slammed together, a pent-up breath releasing when our tongues touched.

Her hands were sliding around my body, tracing my chest and down my arms, across my abs until my cock was in her palm.

And so fucking slowly, she began to stroke it.

“I need you,” she whispered.

Her legs wrapped around me, leading my tip toward her pussy.

And just as her wetness began to taunt me, I remembered something.

Something that made my fist want to pound the bed.

I pulled my lips away, squeezing her cheeks. “We can’t, Jo.” I swallowed, the thought so fucking painful. “I don’t have a condom on me.”

I hadn’t brought one to Utah on purpose. I didn’t want to be tempted.

In my mind, there was no way this was going to happen.

I wasn’t going to let it.

Because no matter what I did, I couldn’t change the fact that she was Walter’s daughter.

But it had taken me this long to realize that I didn’t need to change who her father was. I just needed to find a way to make it work.

“You told me you loved me,” she said softly into my face. “Was that true?”

I pressed harder against the sides of her face, so she would feel these words as I said, “With every bit of my fucking being.”

“Then, we don’t need a condom.”

My cock throbbed at the thought.

I never went without a condom.

But there had never been a woman like Jo in my life.

“You’re on the pill?”

She nodded. “And I’m clean. I assume you are too.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I just reared my hips back and sank into her hot, tight, wet cunt, moaning, “Jo,” so fucking loud into her mouth.

The rubber had always acted as a barrier, never allowing me to truly feel the heat of a woman.

But we were skin on skin, and she was fucking sopping.

And I was overwhelmed at this level of pleasure.

Her legs tightened around me, her arms circling my shoulders, and I got up on my knees and lifted her with me, pumping into her as I held her in the air. She began to move with me, meeting me, grinding over my dick.

“Fuck me,” I roared. “You feel incredible.”

I got us to the end of the bed and sat on the edge, my feet on the plane’s floor as I straddled her over me. “Ride me.” I ravished her mouth the moment it came near me. “Own my cum like it’s yours.”

“But it is mine, Jenner.”

She teased my crown with her wetness, my fingers biting her in response, until she lowered all the way to my base.

“Goddamn it, Jo.”

I tried to find air, to push away that climax that was already threatening, to just enjoy this moment.

But some things felt too fucking good, and her pussy was one.

My neck leaned back, my eyes aimed at the cabin ceiling, my balls tightened as she turned her hips, rocking her pussy forward and back, rising every other motion.

“Fuck!”

I held her waist, lost in those delicious curves, guiding her speed.

But she didn’t need the help, nor could I control her.

This was what she wanted.

And she was fucking taking it.

As I looked at her again, her tits jumped from every bounce, her mouth opened from the pleasure. Her hair fell over her shoulders, hiding her nipples, and I leaned forward, taking one of those hard buds into my mouth.

Gnawing, sucking, licking like it was her clit.

I watched her face as she fucked me, a determination in her eyes.

There was no question in either of our minds—my cock was hers.

And she was claiming every inch of it.

Not letting up until I filled her.

“If you don’t slow down,” I warned, “you’re going to make me come.”

My fingers went to her clit, feeling the wetness that covered it, and I rubbed her.

She moaned, “You’re going to do the same to me.” Her teeth sank into my lip. “And it’s going to happen fast.”

I could see the sensation moving through her body.

I could sense it.

Because it was spreading into me.

My balls ached for a release, my body almost turning numb as she plunged over me.

“Jo.” I couldn’t hold off any longer. Not with the tightness that was taking over, not with the warmth that was swallowing me. “Fuck yes!”

Her speed increased, her hips swayed, and I swore I was going in even deeper.

“Oh, Jenner,” she cried and then screamed as I added more friction to her clit. “Fuck!”