Free BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part 3 by Jenn Marlow Page A

pulled me to him so that we were even closer than we already were; and our naked bodies molded together beautifully.
    My hand snaked between us so that I could grip him once again, and as soon as I made contact, I pulled my head back and softly whispered to him, “I need you.”
    He began kissing my neck and then my shoulders—all the way to my breasts. They were engorged with a swollen luster, firm and plump from his assaults and my arousal.
    He kissed each nipple, just before suckling them.
    I moaned, my hand still on his cock, continuing to stroke back and forth—up and down.
    He pushed me to the floor, and it wasn’t until I felt his body’s weight against mine that I noticed something I hadn’t before. The fireplace crackled, as flames filled the firebox, and my head, which lay just beyond the hearth, was hot.
    I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that it was even going before.
    The heat that radiated from it was intense.
    How could I have not known?
    But just as I felt his body move downwards, kissing me along my flesh, every inch of the way, I realized how I might have missed it. No matter how hot the physical fire was in the fireplace, it hardly held a flame next to the heat I felt deep within my loins.
    His fiery kisses continued downwards, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that he was leaving hot wax behind with every peck, every tongue graze…every single one of them.
    My body arched into him, and it wasn’t long until he reached what I knew was his destination.
    “Mmm…” he moaned, just before burying his nose in my weeping mound.
    “Wow!” I gasped. Having him down there, next to the fire, feeling overwhelmed with everything from the evening, was a whole new wonderful experience, which I found incredibly arousing.
    “Oh, Derek…” I groaned. “That feels so good… mmm….”
    But I couldn’t take much more. I had to have him. All of him.
    I wasn’t sure how I did it, and I wasn’t sure how I was able to do it so quickly, but somehow—lost in the moment of love and passion—I was somehow on top of him, lowering my soaked core onto his throbbing rod.
    My hands were on his shoulders, my womanhood flexing over and over—relaxing and tightening with every motion—as I continued plunging myself off and onto his erection. It was all so incredible; the feeling of lowering down on him over and over was sending me into nothing more than pure ecstasy.
    “God!!!” His face was red, and I could tell he didn’t quite know that he had felt anything like it before.
    I knew then and there that I was the best he ever had.
    He didn’t have to say it.
    His expression, his reactions, they told me all I needed to know.
    I cackled devilishly, as I continued to ride him. I knew what he wanted, and I knew that I loved giving it to him. I loved the idea that I was the greatest thing he had ever had.
    I mean, sure, it probably wasn’t hard to be the best in other categories, but sex, sex was definitely an accomplishment.
    I doubted that I was ever the best at that. But with Derek, I had had a lot of practice.
    A lot of much needed, much appreciated practice.
    “Like that, huh?” I asked, biting my lip, as I continued to bounce up and down his erection. He couldn’t even respond. All he could do was make incoherent noises. But he didn’t need to say anything. The noises and the pulsating throbs of his cock inside of me were all the indicators that I needed.
    “It feels good to me, too,” I said with a laugh, just before I felt myself reaching the brink.
    I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer and prayed that he was close; and just as I was about to ask, I felt him tense. His entire body flexed, and every muscle on his gorgeous physique tensed, as his cock spurted hot semen in throbbing bursts within me. That was all I needed.
    “Oh yeah!” I screamed out, a wave of pleasure rushing over my body, possessing me as if it were a living organism taking complete