My Unexpected Vow: California Billionaires Book 2 by Harlow James (top 10 inspirational books txt) 📕

her adjust to me before I slowly pick up the pace and release her wrists to grab her hips, keeping her steady as I bend my knees slightly and continue to thrust inside of her repeatedly, biting my lip as I feel her grow wetter around me.

“Fuck, baby.”

“God, Hayes.”

I focus on the sight of me sliding in and out of her, her arousal glistening on my cock as I move back and forth, over and over until I feel the slight flutter of her channel press against me. She tightens on me with each stroke, moaning each time I hit the end of her core, and pushes back into me to create more resistance.

And it’s perfect. She’s perfect. Us together is—fucking perfect.

“I’m close,” she warns, reaching between her legs to strum her clit, and fuck, I can’t help but feel close to coming myself knowing she’s there. But I’m not done with her, so I encourage her to get hers.

I lift one of her legs off the ground, grateful the woman does yoga and can stretch and hold herself up on one leg as I increase my speed. “Get there, baby. Come all over my cock.”

“Oh… oh, fuck… yes… oh, God, I’m coming!” she shouts as her fingers rub wildly over her clit, her pussy clenches around my cock, and I struggle not to join her, the flood of her orgasm coating me in her warmth and leaving me eager for more of her.

As she comes down from her high, I pull out of her and twist her around, her limp body easy for me to lift and lay gently on the piano. With her legs spread and chest heaving, I bend her knees, plant her feet flat on the surface, and then drop my mouth to her pussy and drag my tongue through her slit, eliciting a shriek from her.

“Hayes!”

“I had to fucking taste you, baby,” I grate out as I flick her clit and feel her shudder beneath my hands. Smoothing my tongue down her entire slit, I lap up her wetness, basking in how soaked she is for me and from me. She lifts her head to watch me eat her out, and I devour her proudly, but my dick is wondering when it’s his turn again. Yet with each tremble of her body and moan from her mouth, I choose to continue licking her pussy, drawing out each tremor of pleasure from her core.

In one swift move, she pushes off of the piano and slides down, shoving me back until I’m seated on the bench again. Stepping on either side of my legs, she straddles me like before, but this time lining herself up to my cock and stretching herself over me as she sinks down onto my shaft.

“Baby.” I grasp her neck in my hands and bring her lips to mine as she bounces up and down, pressing her chest against me while she lifts and lowers herself at a luxurious pace. Her nipples rub against my chest hair, the friction incredible for her as we discovered last night during round three.

Waverly rolls her hips in the same manner I’ve seen her do on the dance floor, swiveling and twisting in a way that hypnotizes me and my dick, especially as I feel her growing wetter again. She breaks our kiss and leans back as she continues to move—up and down, back and forth, loud and proud—resting her hands on my thighs and throwing her head back so she can really flick her hips, her hair hanging down and tickling the tops of my thighs.

“Fuck, Hayes.”

“Keep fucking me, baby.”

“I can’t stop. I don’t want to. It’s too good.”

“Hell yeah, it is.”

Her head flies up again and I take in her wild demeanor—heated eyes, heavy breaths, flushed skin, and pouty lips. She looks like a woman coming undone, and I’m beyond grateful that it’s me that gets to see her like this.

“I’m gonna come again,” she moans as she rocks back and forth, growing wetter with each movement.

“Come with me,” I say, squeezing her hips as we find a rhythm and chase our release together. And as if the stars align, we find the finish line at the same time, a rush of pleasure racing through me like a burst of light. Waverly screams and cries out, flinging her body up and gripping me roughly, smashing my face to her chest as I groan through my climax.

Once we gain our composure, she sits back on my lap, still breathing heavily, and then leans back in for a chaste kiss.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she admits, and I can’t help but smile proudly and agree.

“Same.”

“Really?”

“Fuck yes, baby. You and me… together? It’s out of this world.”

“I can’t believe we’ve been fighting that,” she whispers, brushing my hair from my face.

“Sometimes the things we fight are the things we really need,” I reply, shocking myself at how true that statement is. Everything between Waverly and I has been a fight until now. And I sure as hell know I need her again and again.

“I need a shower,” she mumbles between shaky breaths. “Can we take one together and then cuddle?”

The corner of my mouth lifts as my heart pounds again, but with nothing but affection for this woman. “I never considered myself a cuddler before you, but now it’s one of my favorite things to do.”

“Mine too.” She plants a chaste kiss on my lips before we make our way upstairs, cleaning each other in the shower, taking time to explore each other’s bodies some more in a totally slow and methodical way.

After we dress, we part to our own bathrooms to get ready for bed, but something my dad said flashes through my mind, so I decide to investigate for myself.

I enter Waverly’s room and head for her bathroom, where I find her brushing her teeth and startle her in the process.

“Uh ma gerd,” she yells around her toothbrush, rushing to spit so she