under. “Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!”
He
let out a low roar, thrusting into her so hard he drove her forward onto the
round bed, fucking her deep and hard right into the mattress, filling her
spasming pussy with a white hot eruption of cum, a geyser exploding in her
belly. She closed her eyes as her body quivered beneath his, her muscles
clamping down around cock again and again, milking him with every velvet snap
of her pussy as she came all over his cock.
Dorian
groaned, collapsing onto her, and she welcomed the weight, the heat of him. He
was still inside of her, still pulsing, and they stayed that way, breathless
and panting, neither of them wanting to break the connection. When he finally
rolled off her, Jodie turned, reaching for him, resting her cheek against his
chest, both of them damp with sweat.
“So
was it as good as you remember?” she inquired with a smile, her fingers moving
through the hair on his chest.
“Far
better.” His lips brushed her hairline. “But I knew it would be, the moment I
kissed you.”
She
snorted. “That was a ballsy move, by the way.”
“I
was just helping a girl out.” He chuckled. “But then… my God, the way you
responded…”
“Not
my fault.” She flushed at the memory. “It was all that celibacy juice you had
built up.”
“No.
It was just you.” His hand moved in her hair, stroking gently. “That’s when I
knew I was going to get lucky tonight.”
“Two-hundred
and fifty thousand dollars lucky,” she reminded him.
“Not
what I meant. I can afford to lose money.” He lifted her chin so he could look
into her eyes. “Some things are too precious to lose. And there are people in
the world who know that… and people who don’t.”
“People
who don’t.” She made a face. “Like Jason… and… what was her name?”
“Melissa.”
“I
bet she’s kicking herself now that you’re a big shot, rich billionaire.” She touched
her finger to his lips.
He
smiled. “I was a billionaire when I was with her.”
“Oh.”
“Did
you send Jason that photo?” he asked.
“I
did.” She was embarrassed to admit it, but she didn’t want to lie to him.
He
nodded, satisfied. “Then he’s just starting to realize what a terrible choice
he made.”
“He
sent me a hundred text messages.” She rolled her eyes. “I think he’s more than
started to realize.”
“You
know, you still owe me a selfie,” he reminded her, arm tightening around her
shoulders.
“Here?
In bed?” She raised her eyebrows and laughed. “That’s a little much, don’t you
think?”
“No,
not enough,” he countered, nuzzling her ear. “We’re going to take a selfie of
the two of us on a beach in Barbados.”
“What?”
Her head came up like a shot, eyes widening in shock. Barbados? She couldn’t go
to Barbados! She had work on Monday and…
And
what? What did any of it matter? She could call in. And there was nothing
waiting for her at home, was there?
“You
said, my choice, when and where,” he reminded her with a grin. “But first, after
we sell your first edition Don Quixote for a cool million on Pawn Stars, I’m
going to take my new little lucky charm gambling. Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”
“Maybe.”
But
Jodie knew, sighing happily in Dorian’s arms, that there were no maybes about
it.
She
was on a roll.
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