One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 44

My hands are shaking. I am trying desperately to unbutton Braxton’s shirt, to take his clothes off so I can feel him inside of me, but my hands are trembling so badly, I’m having a hell of a time with it.

He doesn’t seem to notice, only goes about taking my clothes off of me, kissing me deeply, his mouth devouring mine, trailing down my exposed neck. I want him so badly, I’m afraid I may never get his clothing off of him.

Eventually, I work his shirt off and then take a step backward, naked myself now, leaving his pants and underclothes to him. He makes short work of all of it, and then, when we are both completely bare, he moves back to me, scooping me into his arms and falling with me onto his bed.

I cannot get my legs apart fast enough. I want him so badly, the ache inside of me is all consuming, like a fire raging in a building full of kindling, I burn for him. He understands my need and pushes inside of me immediately. I am slick with my own juices, and he has no problem filling me completely. I moan, tossing my head back as my arms wrap around his muscular torso. He is keeping up a frantic pace, and I find myself panting, lifting my hips in time to each of his pulsating thrusts.

He grinds against me, hitting me in all of the right places as his mouth caresses my breasts. I am lost to the world within the first five minutes, the noises falling from my lips unrecognizable even to me as he takes me far away from reality.