Chased by the Billionaire 1 (9 page)

“
Come for me,
Liz.”

I gasped for breath and felt my body
tighten.

“
I want to feel you come,”
he said, voice gruff and commanding. “I want to feel you coming,
wrapped around my dick.”

He licked my ear and sucked my earlobe
into his hot, glorious mouth. And then he slammed himself up into
me, again and again, pounding his cock into my quivering, hungry
pussy like he wanted to pound me through the wall.

Talk about getting
nailed…

I gasped as his hands wandered back
down to my ass, pulling me apart to help him penetrate me more
deeply.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my
heels digging into the two hard, beautiful buttocks I’d been ogling
only a minute ago.

With every thrust up into me I felt the
heat building inside. That heat was filling me up, swelling inside
of me until I was ready to explode.

I raked my nails down his perfect,
bulging chest, just enough to leave marks, but not enough to draw
blood.

Jackson hissed and bucked up into me,
knocking me hard into the wall, making me go breathless.

I crawled up on him, my arms grasping
madly at his shoulders, my mouth trying to find something to kiss
or bite or lick: be it his ear, his lovely mouth, or his muscular
neck.

When my orgasm came it was like a sonic
boom, every muscle in my body tightening, my stretched and stuffed
vagina clenching down on Jackson’s hard cock with insane
contractions. A scream of undiluted, uninhibited release ripped
free from my throat like a primal roar.

“
Ah, fuck!” Jackson barked,
his voice crackling and hoarse.

He pulled his cock out of me and shot
his load on the ground, a deep growl reverberating from his chest
and into mine, making my heart flutter against my ribcage, as if it
were trying to go toward his.

His breathing slowed and the growling
stopped. I felt him slumping into me, his hard muscles turning soft
with satisfaction. He rubbed his cock against my thigh, and I felt
the warm slickness slide against my flesh.

My feet finally hit the ground and I
felt every nerve in my body click back to normal. Like the feeling
when the plane you’re on finally lands on solid ground.

I felt the heat of where we were, how
the plastic partition kept the heat in and made it build in
intensity. I heard people walking past, cars braking and honking at
each other.

And voices.

Chapter
10

“
I swear to god, Rueben,
there’s someone fucking in there!”

“
Shiiit…” Jackson said in a
hoarse whisper.

“
You’re yanking my chain!” a
man said, Rueben I guessed.

“
I came out here for a
cigarette and heard them going at it. We should call the
cops.”

“
No police!” Rueben
exclaimed. “We can’t afford the press. I can just see the headline:
Sex fiends found committing lewd act outside local
restaurant.”

The woman laughed. “They’ll probably
blame it on your lunch special. Having oysters on the menu is just
asking for perverts. I heard it on Dr. Oz.”

“
Let’s go back in,” Rueben
said. “Maybe they’re done and’ll get the hell out of here if we
leave them alone.”

I waited to hear them say more, but
they must have gone back into the restaurant.

I pushed Jackson away from me and
pulled up the top of my dress and resecured it around the back of
my neck. Next I pushed down my skirt, taking a moment to carefully
pat out any wrinkles.

Jackson slumped against the brick wall,
scrubbing a big hand over his face and staring at me as I
straightened my dress out.

“
You look different.” He
looked down at his semi-hard cock and shoved it back into his pants
with a wince. “Better. More like you.”

More like me…

Yes, I did feel more like myself, more
like the old me.

I closed my eyes and assessed how I
felt on the inside. My heart was beating regularly, my body wasn’t
shaking, I wasn’t nervous or crazy feeling.

And I had that great post-coital
feeling, endorphins surging through me like the best damned drug in
the fucking universe.

I opened my eyes and looked at the
hulking, beautiful man in front of me. Chest still bare, pants
still unbuttoned, his hair mussed and his lips pink and swollen
from kissing.

He also had scratches across his chest
and a definite bite mark on one pec.

I stepped over to him, leaned in and
kissed him oh so gently on the lips, and then stepped
away.

All those years I’d been holding in all
my hurt, letting it fester into hate. And here he was, the asshole
that had declined being my first lover—and became the first man to
break my heart.

He was the one that ended my battle
with my sex drive, lifting me up and pounding me into a wall until
I finally found my orgasm again.

For this I had to thank him.

Well, I guess I just had, having sex
with him.

I looked down on the parched asphalt of
the alley and saw the shimmering proof of how much he’d enjoyed
being inside me.

I reached out and touched his face,
letting my fingers graze his skin.

“
You’ll never know how much
I needed that.” I smiled and withdrew my touch.
“Thanks.”

I turned and walked out into the
sunlight, out into the summer wind and milling foot traffic. Back
into the city I loved, the city I lived in and played in, and
screamed towards the highest skyscraper…

This bitch is
back!

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