Million Dollar Devil (Million Dollar #1)(62)

I lay her down and then straighten back and strip, aware of her greedy little eyes taking me in.

Caressing every single one of my muscles. I smirk down at her, feeling fucking high as I lean over her, not getting enough of her mouth.

I run my hands up her abdomen, cupping her breasts.

Her hands cup my face, and I have no words. I’m dying here, dying to taste her, dying to feel her trembling beneath me.

Lizzy shivers more when I pull off her top and drag the tip of my tongue across her nipple. Slow, licking in circles. I love how she arches, how she’s ready for me, wanting me, waiting for me to thrust inside her, take her. Ravage her.

Savagely fuck her.

I suck her nipple, rolling my tongue against her soft flesh as I roll her thong down to her ankles. Flinging it away, I move between her legs and ease a finger inside her, loving the way her quivering walls close around my finger as she lets me take her a little bit at a time.

I’m dying here, dying because I’ve never moved at such a slow and easy pace but also dying because if I rush this now, I’ll fucking lose it.

And I can’t. Lose it.

Not yet. Not now.

Not when I’m right where I’ve wanted to be since the first day we met.

One of my hands pulls up one of hers, keeping her partly thrashing as I finger her again, finger her and lap at her lovely tits.

I ease back to jerk off my undershirt, then my slacks and boxers; then I crawl back over her, wanting her hands on me.

“James.” She blinks up at me as if she’s seeing all of me for the first time. And I’m so fucking sunk. I admire the pure look of flushed satisfaction, that marked look of insatiable pleasure washing across her flawless face.

By this time, I’d already be fucking for the finish, getting in, fucking long and hard, and getting out. Going home.

Except now I want it slow.

So I sheathe myself and grab her hips, take her lips, and ease in . . . slow.

Slow, focusing on slowing down the roll of hips, the rocking of bodies. I want to feel this energy we have, feel the way we connect and latch on to that.

She gasps and rocks faster, wanting me to go harder and quicker. But I won’t.

“Shh,” I quiet her, lifting both her hands now and pinning them beneath mine.

We’re palm to palm, body to body, locked in this eye-opening moment, a moment that suggests maybe, just maybe, a woman like Lizzy could fall for a guy like me. Not the perfect man she’s making, the one that she’ll soon show off to the world, but just me, the YouTube guy, the guy who has something intriguing enough to catch her eye just like she caught mine.

I need her to fall FOR ME.

I need her to know that she’s mine.

Her hands slip free, and she grabs at my hips and pushes me down harder, showing me how she likes to fuck.

That turns me on.

That hits home. Cranks me right the fuck up.

She drives me so fucking crazy.

“Like this?” Feed that rhythm. “Or this?” Slow that grind.

“There,” she rasps. “Right fucking there.”

I’m hard as hell as I stroke her.

Fuck her.

Claim. Her.

I want to stay right here, right like this, until she comes and I come. I want . . .

. . . it all.

“Tell me what you love, gorgeous. Right there.” I splay my fingers against her back and pull her up, closer to me. “Here?”

She nods vigorously.

Go slow, Jimmy. Take it fucking slow.

And I try.

God knows I try.

But this little vixen throws her hips against mine and begs me to fuck her. Begs me to give it to her.

I’m living the ever-loving fucking dream.

“Harder.” She moans and licks my lips. “Fuck me crazy.”

And I do. I go at her like I’ve never loved on another, burying myself so deep for so long that I’m just part of her now.

So fucking lost I’m soon doing mathematics in my goddamn head just to keep from coming.

’Cause I want it to last.

Last and last and fucking last.

I want her to be willing to go on and on. More of her sweet cunt around me. More of her moans. More of her.

She gives as good as I do, and before I know it, I can’t help myself. I can’t stop. I won’t stop.





1,345 minus 204?


769 plus 69 plus another 69 plus . . .

Fuck me, this girl’s got me riled in the best ways.

She comes with a soft cry, and her walls squeeze around me. I clench her body to mine as the milking motions of her pussy make me groan. I drive my dick as deep as I can go and yell as I come with her, shooting off several times, increasing my tempo to prolong the pleasure.

When we finally fall against the sheets, entirely spent, I wonder what the hell just happened.

I tip her nose with a quick kiss. “I’ve always heard that you have to watch the quiet ones,” I tease her.

“Probably,” she croons, smiling up at me.

I watch her for a minute, liking that she isn’t hiding from me. The soft white sheet is folded under her breasts, and I want to touch her again, just touch and kiss her, give her the kind of pleasure that she’ll never forget.

“Oh, and I BET you like the quiet ones, right?”

“Right now? No. I don’t want quiet, Lizzy. I want you to scream Jimmy, over and over and over again.”