Billion Dollar Mistake by K.C. Crowne

Chapter 23

JOLENE

Ishuddered as the orgasm moved through my body, my legs wrapped tightly around his slim waist. When I felt able, I opened my eyes and took in the sight of his thick, long cock buried to the root inside of me, the toned muscles of his upper body flexed as he held himself in position above me.

I let my legs drop to the bed as I glided my hands over the long lines of his powerful body. Sawyer gazed down at me from above, his eyes smoldering with heat and passion. I’d already come hard, but I could tell that he’d only just begun with what he wanted to do with me.

Sawyer leaned down and covered the curve of my neck in slow, lingering kisses.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do this since you moved in here.”

I chuckled as his mouth moved over my collarbone.

“Is that right? Really been keeping yourself in check, huh?”

“You know it. Been on my best behavior and everything.”

After he said the words, he pulled his hips back and pushed into me, the suddenness of his cock filling me full causing a wave of unexpected pleasure to rush through my body.

“But…,” I said, once the sensation had dissipated, “you know this is against the rules, right?”

“No point in rules if you’re not going to break them every now and then.”

I liked what I was hearing, but at the same time, he spoke a truth deeper than he seemed to intend. We weren’t supposed to be doing what we were doing. I’d made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t do anything like this with him.

Rules were being broken, alright.

He slid out of me, putting his big, strong hands on my hips. The warmth and roughness of his palms was enough to take my mind off my worries.

“Be careful,” I said as he handled me, flipping me over effortlessly and pulling me onto all fours.

It was all I managed to get out before he pushed his cock into me from behind, the angle driving his manhood all the way inside, filling me like I’d never been filled before. My back arched as he pulled back and entered me once more, my breasts swaying underneath me.

He gripped firmly the roundness of my hips as he crashed into me over and over, the steadiness of his thrusts putting me into the perfect, trancelike state I needed in order to have another orgasm. This one flowed like warm liquid through my body, my arms and legs shaking underneath me as the pleasure crested and receded.

It was magical, the way he was able to make me feel. The second orgasm was so intense that all I could do to recover was to fall forward, my face smushed into the pillow and my rear in the air.

“As much as I like this view,” he said, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Handling me once more, he brought me over to my side and placed his palm on the curve of my hip. With his other hand, he spread my legs open, holding one in the air as he pressed his head against my opening. It felt so nice to lay with him in that lazy position, his body flush against mine.

He entered me, holding my leg up with one hand and wrapping the other around my body, holding me close as he moved in and out, my moans filling the air and blending with his masculine, deep grunts. Once more we were in a steady rhythm, my body writhing against his as he penetrated me again and again, his thickness stretching out my soaking wet walls and bringing me to the verge of yet another orgasm.

This time, I could sense he’d be joining me. His grunts became more intense, his thrusts deeper and faster, his grip around me firm. Together, we reached the brink of climax and together we crossed over it. His cock pulsed inside, draining his seed and filling me with that perfect, warm wetness.

My orgasm faded along with his, and we said nothing for several long, lovely moments. His heart thudded against my back, the beat quick.

The strangest thing happened as we lay together, however. The pleasure, warmth and comfort faded, and was replaced with something stranger, something less pleasant.

I was scared.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

I was mad.

At first, I tried to dismiss the anger roiling in my stomach as nothing, as some strange reaction to unexpectedly intense lovemaking. However, the longer I sat with the emotion, Sawyer’s arm draped over my body, the more I began to realize that the emotions weren’t false. They came from something real.

“Hey,” Sawyer spoke, his voice low and resonant. As soon as I heard the word, I understood that I needed to tell him what was on my mind.

I rolled over and gazed into his eyes.

“I want to talk,” he said.

“About what?”

“About the contract. I think…”

I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Whatever he was going to say, I wanted to beat him to it.

I cleared my throat, cutting him off. And then I spoke.

“This can never happen again.”