Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 33

I love you.

Sick.

Perverted.

"You remember," he assures.

Never, never before have I felt so confused, as if all the attempts to make sense of the voices that fill my head are fruitless banging against the walls.

"I…" I feel the way my lower lip twitches as I try to find the right words for this situation.

And appears.

It appears in my head.

"Gigi... Iggi..."

The symposium, the bar, the drinks, the bathroom, the dance floor, the bottles, the music, his gaze, my laugh, his hands, his waist, the bed... this hot italian’s bed.

Each of those words hit my head in blurred memories flooded with alcohol and sensuality. How I fell into that frenzy that explosively combined with his manly voice, with his firm chest, with his height, his perfume, his hands, his sex pressing against me is precisely what comes to my head now presenting something that I did not expect.

I let myself be carried away by his mouth that envelops me, taking hold of me with fascination as if it were a prayer begging for me. His tongue runs over mine, he inhales frantically and I do the same in the kiss. He crushes me against his sensual texture and I let myself be carried away by each of his movements that puts me against one of the armchairs in my office. I fall on my back and he invades me, grabbing me everywhere, this time he goes dwon with his kisses to my ear, to the lobe, making me see stars in the face of the sensation that explodes with him.

His lips continue to circle down my throat, but then he pulls away, standing in front of me and I'm sitting in front of his statuesque body that has me trapped in a hot sensation that I can't resist.

His fingers.

They run through the belt buckle, marking his cock and my heart races to think of his erect member freeing himself like a poem.

I can't tolerate it anymore and I search for the buckle until I untie it, lower his fly and find myself with his tight boxer shorts marking what I need.

His cock bounces in front of my eyes and I admire it for a second before I grab it and gobble it in my mouth.

It's so thick that I can barely close my hand properly, its pinkish head is soft with a drop of moisture at the tip and the veins that run through it adorn the entire circumference in a fascinating way.

His testicles are swollen, round, soft, hairless, except for something sparse on his pubes. I lean into him and run my tongue around him, from the base to the glistening bead of wetness that stands ready to give in to the temptation of his addictive masculine taste.

"Ohh…" His voice escapes in a groan as I plunge his cock into my mouth.

I just circle the whole head and suck, hungry for what that virile member has to offer me.

His hands grip my hair, pushing me until he reaches my throat. And I didn't even get half of it!

On a strange border between the fact that I find it hard to breathe and the fact that I don't want to stop savoring it either, I have to remove it just to breathe and go back to sucking frantically on that wonderful member.

"Yes…" he growls like a tiger. “Shit, yes…”

In the attempt to bend over him even more, to absorb him completely, I drop to my knees and let him take me by the mouth..Going in and out leaving me happy, grateful, fascinated.

Tempted, I lose myself in his taste, in his virility, I slide my fingers to my crotch, feeling a little embarrassed by the situation.

"Do it." He gives me back my self-confidence. “Touch yourself.”

I take a deep breath, or try to, since he's covering my mouth. I look up into his eyes and find only lewdness, darkness, vehemence.

I run my fingers down my crotch as I continue to suck him, I jerk him off, he takes me, I run my fingers over my pubes, I part my lower lips with swollen skin, melted into the delight of his body.

His hands grip my hair and he pushes himself further into me, squeezing my throat with his cock.

"Shh," he tells me.

Noticing that I begin to despair due to the sensation of suffocation.

And more.

To the top, all I can give, barely covering almost all of his member, but not completely.

Once he pulls me away, I cough and rub my hand to remove any remaining saliva.

Then he leans down and rests a kiss on my lips, followed by two words I don't feel ready to hear sober:

"I love you."

Another kiss.

"I love you, Gigi.

And one more.

I  then return to his cock, sinking it into my mouth, sucking, touching my core myself, melting into ecstasy, vibrating with his growls and moans of pleasure from both of us until I cling tightly to his waist.

He identifies what it means to dig your nails into him.

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