Free Mad for the Billionaire by Charlotte DeCorte Page B

harder. My open folds quickly dampened with each decadent hip swivel.
    “You like that, don’t you?”
    My thighs tightened around his. “Oh, yes. It feels so good.”
    Alexander slid his warm hands down to my backside. He pulled me against him, rocking me rhythmically against him. “That’s right—open those legs wider, baby. I want to feel your juices on me.”
    I loved his dirty talk and always had. Soon my panties were soaked.
    Alexander explored my mouth leisurely. The aggression had been contained again, but it simmered there beneath the surface with each gentle nip of my lips.
    I pushed his jacket off his body before yanking his tie loose. My fingers tore through the shirt buttons, impatient to get to his naked skin. Alexander’s shirt parted. My greedy hands pressed against his warm, hard chest.
    We tumbled onto the ground. Alexander took my mouth, dominating me with the skillful, drugging pull of his lips. My hands roamed across his wide back, clutching him to me and not wanting there to be so much an inch of free space between us.
    “Sophia, you taste so sweet. I could kiss you forever, girl.” I sighed with adoration. Alexander smiled. “You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known.”
    I cupped his face and kissed him before asking, “Can you raise up a bit?”
    “Am I too heavy for you?”
    “No, just can you do it? Please?”
    He obliged me. I suddenly pushed Alexander onto his back before sliding along his body, confident he would keep me from going too far.
    “Where you going, naughty girl?” Alexander sat up and hauled me against him until I straddled his hips. He encircled his fingers about my slim wrists, tethering me to him. Alexander licked my bottom lip before snagging it between strong, white teeth. “Where you going to go that I can’t catch you?” His gaze taunted me, daring me to bring out the beautiful devil in him.
    I smiled from my kneeling position. “I want you in my mouth.”
    “Oh, you do?” His hands clenched about my wrists hard. The pain made everything all the more delicious.
    I moaned a wanton, needy breath. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you fill me until I can barely breathe.”
    Alexander released me with hiss, reaching up to free my long hair from its severe topknot. He ran his fingers through my silken tresses, mouth parting in a sensual murmur of pleasure. “Baby, I would like nothing more but we’re going to do things differently this time.”
    “Different how?”
    “It’s my way and you’ll obey. No guilt, no fighting—just obedience. Understand?” He waited until I nodded my head. His hand reached beneath my pushed-up skirt and ripped my panties. I cried out in shock.
    Alexander smirked while tugging the ruined fabric off my body. “Much better. Now kiss me.”
    I rushed into delightful temptation and captured his lips with mine. Desire pulsed, leading me to worship him with my ravenous kisses. Alexander took my offerings by moaning deep in my open mouth. He dug his fingers into my jaw, coaxing my tongue to leave off its teasing and tangle with his.
    We murmured love words, telling each other how much we missed this, how wonderful it was to feel our bodies touching this close again. Sexy sighs couldn’t satisfy for long though. Soon I was begging for his cock, swearing I never, ever forgot how good it felt inside my aching core.
    Alexander fumbled with his belt, refusing to part from my mouth. He wrapped one arm around my waist, lifting me up so he could yank his sleek, ebony dress pants down with his free hand.
    Lightheaded with excitement, I crooned his name and nibbled his lush bottom lip. He tasted like heaven and his heavy breathing promised me a personal tour. A thousand memories, similar and different, imprinted upon my fevered soul.
    I’d been blessed, an acolyte in love for this man. I’d been to hell and back because of this man. If I had any shred of common sense I’d stand up, run out, and never look back.
    But I couldn’t.