Free Juice: An Alpha Male Billionaire Romance - Part 4 (Juice: The Series) by Victoria Starke Page A

down, but his thick manhood is fully
outside and rubbing over my lower belly. I squirm, trying to get him inside me.
    “Be still,” he commands, “and stay there quietly with your legs
spread.”
    My skin is drying and flushed from the heat within me. His
cock continues rubbing lower and lower on my lower belly until finding my warm
folds where he’s eagerly been awaited. He kisses my lips again before sliding
inside me completely. Again I feel an abrupt jolting pain as he reaches my
limit reminding me of his immense size. My legs are spread wide and accepting
all of him.
    He thrusts into me, over and over, faster and faster. He
even seems to be getting bigger and harder. I’m gushing wet and confident I can
handle him. I just worry about pleasing him.
    I ask him, “Is it good?” and he doesn’t respond. I’m not
sure if he heard, his head is down.
    I’m about to ask again when he says, “Come. Come for me,
Bronwyn. I need it,” I love that my orgasm turns him on so much. In fact, it
feel necessary. I also love how he says my name while his cock is inside me.
    I’m never too far from orgasm any time I’m near Everett so
it doesn’t take long. Everett continues pushing inside me in and out, in and
out, and I rub my clit a moment before losing control.
    “I’m coming, Ev...” My body and brain are melting into one
as I lean my head back and close my eyes against the sun and my impending
orgasm.
    “Come for me. Tell me.”
    “I’m coming for you.”
    “Again.”
    “I’m coming for you, Everett!” I shout out and clench my
muscles. A tense spasm shoots through me and grip hard on his cock. He never
lets up and only fucks me harder and harder as I achieve orgasm.
    “Again. Come for me again,” he says and begins rubbing my
clit and fucking me harder.” I’m sensitive, but ready for more. I watch his
body work like a machine with his wide pectorals and shoulders holding his
muscular frame over me while he pounds me on the chair. I orgasm again, easily.
A smile spreads across my face, knowing I’m pleasing him.
    “I want you to come. Inside me.” I can’t explain why, but I
want it. I’ve always insisted on protection every time in previous
relationships, but for some reason I feel emotionally as one with Everett now.
He pumps harder and harder into me. He’s leveraged against my thighs, lifting
my butt off the seat and pushed as deep inside as can go.
    He grits his teeth and seethes, “Take it,” as he comes deep
inside me. He twitches and then relaxes. I open my eyes to see we’re face to
face. “You’re mine now,” he says and kisses me. He quickly stands and slides
the glass door to walk inside the house. He’s gone.
    I’m left satisfied and happy but already missing him as he
leaves. We’re growing closer in some ways, but I feel we’re approaching a wall.
I grab a towel to cover myself and watch the boats crawl across the lake in the
distance.
    * * *
    “I look like hell,” I mutter, looking over my shoulder into
the bedroom mirror.
    I’ve been adjusting, pulling, and prodding at this tight dress
for the past hour and I still look like a cow. It just won’t sit right. Belt,
no belt. Stockings on, stockings off.
    “What’re you wearing tonight?” I call to Piper in the next
room.
    “What?” she says. I walk over. She’s been drying her hair
the past half hour and the air is thick with the potpourri of crispy hair. I
ask again.
    “I dunno, a nice dress? I don’t know what to wear to a business
meeting in a lounge,” she says, looking back to her mirror, irritated.
    Everett has called us to Cream , a high-end restaurant
and lounge to discuss business. Piper has been cold in the two weeks since I
returned from my trip. She can tell I’m holding back information from her.
    The truth is, I don’t know what to tell her other than that
I’m in love with the man. As far as our business is concerned, I wants some
answers too. Between our jaunt overseas and Dunbar work, work at