Inconvenient Love (A Billionaire Romance)
he breathed, and I recalled the things I had heard back in college, how the other ladies tell stories about their sexcapades and what they did.
And so I held him tighter, and moved, slowly as he released my hand to do its own job. “That’s it. You’re doing great,” his voice was raspy and heavy, and his hand began to wander back to my chest.
I moved faster and heard him groan, his eyes closing and his grip on my hips tighter. “Fuck” he muttered. I was beginning to enjoy this. Then I slowed down when I felt him tense, his shaft seemed getting harder if it was not yet hard enough that it almost felt like a hard wood, except it was soft, silky, and veiny. I shifted from going fast, and slow, and