One Weekend with the Billionaire
My body tenses, every muscle rigid as I shoot my seed far inside of her; exploding out of my own body and into hers, my white cream is a tidal wave that can only be absorbed by my perfect, beautiful Julia.
Her eyes open and she is looking at me as my face begins to relax and I start to recover. She smiles down at me, lifting her leg to move off of me, to move beside me. I wrap my arms around her, kiss her, hold her, thank her. The words slips from my lips without a thought, without a care. “I love you, Julia,” I tell her.
She doesn’t respond, and I feel her tighten up next to me.