Chapter 212 Billionaire's Lies

• It takes her a minute because she's still tense from her first orgasm and I'm even harder now that the edge is off. When she starts up though, fuck, I could come at that very moment-that is, this time I'd make Mount Vesuvius look like a fart in the wind.
• She's clutching the edge of the couch, thrashing about like I was her prize stallion and I have her breasts right in my face, so begging to be sucked, licked and grasped. Every time I lick her nipple, she enjoys a mini-orgasm, and the ache in my groin gets worse. I'm so hard, it hurts, and I want to come properly.... so bad. The tension inside my lower back begs me to throw her over onto all fours and ride the shit out of her, but...... she has to know I would give anything just to get her back. So, her pleasure comes first.
• So when it's all getting too much again, I get rid of my shirt and she's arrested a moment, taking in the new tattoos and the bigger shoulders and arms. I'm more mature. I've lived. She takes time to examine my body, and I cannot do anything to stop myself when the look in her eye pushes me to plough all-in, hugging and kissing her, wanting to be deeper and deeper in her pussy and her heart.