Bright Lights and Summer Nights: A Fake Dating Billionaire Sports Romance (Black Tie Billionaires)

Emma spreads her legs open for me, her fingers drifting between her thighs once again. I love that she doesn’t wait or try to drag this out. It’s evident she’s as ready for this as I am.

She takes me by surprise by grabbing me and beginning to pump up and down my length. She’s so eager for me, and I love it. Her pace is quick and rushed, even though it doesn’t need to be. I don’t care where we are right now, I’m still going to take my time with her and enjoy every second of this finally happening between us.

“Ready, baby?” I ask, leaning in to kiss her. I’ll never tire of the taste of her. The crazed way she kisses me back is something that’ll stay burned in my mind far beyond this week.

“Yes.” She sighs against my lips as I brush the tip of my cock through her wetness.

“You’re nice and ready for me, aren’t you?”

She nods, and my tongue dances in her mouth as I give her exactly what she wants. I run my cock again through the wetness between her thighs, and when I feel like it is wet enough to slide into her easily, I line it up with her perfectly. With one small push of my hips, I’m finally inside her.

We taste each other’s groans at the feeling of our bodies finally being linked. She’s tight around me, but it doesn’t stop her from moving her hips to get more.

“Fuck.” I groan, my forehead finding hers. We stay in that position for a moment, both of us trying to calm our racing hearts. Our breaths fall in sync, her chest rising and mine falling and vice versa.

I’m not even halfway inside her, and I can’t shake how right this feels. It’s like she was made for me and I was made for her.

“More,” Emma pants. She kisses me hungrily, like she’s trying to get as much of me as possible.

I pull away but don’t break contact for long. “I’m trying to let you adjust to me, baby.” My lips trail along her jaw. I nip and suck at her soft skin, wanting to leave my mark anywhere I can.

“No,” she pleads, grinding her hips. “More, Preston. Please.”

The way she says please snaps my resolve. “You want more?” I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck to cradle her head. My other hand presses to her chest as I push her body onto the table.

She allows me to lay her flat. I make sure she’s comfortable before moving my hands to her hips. I hold on to them, committing the slight curves of her body to memory. Slowly, I coax myself in another inch, feeling her tighten around me.

My hands find her breasts. I cup them in each hand, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She writhes under my touch, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. I use the chance to seat myself deep inside her.

“Oh my…” Her words trail off.

“You said you wanted more.” My voice is hushed and strained. I’m unable to make any more sound than that. Not when her cunt is hugging me so perfectly. “I won’t just give you more. I’ll give you every fucking inch of me.”

She lets out a loud, unrestrained whimper.

I groan, having to pause for a moment because of how good it feels. I need to get ahold of myself. I don’t want to rush things between us, and she feels too fucking perfect that I’m worried if I begin to rock in and out of her, I won’t be able to last long.

I take it slow, grinding my hips only the smallest amount. I knew she’d feel like heaven, but this—us together—it’s even better.

“Yes,” Emma pants when I pick up the pace.

I pull her all the way to the edge of the table, wanting to get as deep as possible. Even this position doesn’t feel deep enough. I need more of her. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like I have enough.

Without pulling free from her, I reach to the table next to us and grab the pillow at the end of it.

“Lift,” I demand, my finger tapping her hip.

“What?”

A low growl comes from deep in my chest. “Lift your hips, baby.”

She groans as if she’s annoyed I’m talking instead of rocking in and out of her. I laugh, knowing things are about to feel even better for her. Despite her low groans of protest, she lifts her hips slightly. I slide the pillow underneath her, allowing me even deeper inside her.

“Oh my god.” Her voice comes out like a high-pitched cry. “You’re so deep.”

I hook my arms around her thighs and spread them open, giving me the perfect view of my cock moving in and out of her. “You like taking all of my cock?” I growl, my hips beginning to move at a punishing rhythm. “You do, don’t you? Because you’re a greedy slut who can’t get enough.”

“Preston.” My name falls from her lips loud and unapologetically.

“You like it when I call you names, don’t you? You love being called my dirty slut. No one else’s but mine.” My head falls backward for a moment in pure ecstasy. She fits my cock like a damn glove. I drive in and out of her, knowing nothing will ever come close to this feeling right here.

Her pussy clenches around me, telling me she’s relishing every second of this like I am. My hips jam against the backs of her thighs with each punishing thrust.

Emma’s moans grow louder and louder until I realize they’re probably getting to the point where somebody could hear us. I don’t want someone to knock on the door to try and stop us, so I need to think of a way to keep her quiet.

“Baby, you’re being loud,” I tell her.

Her eyes open and find mine. “I’m sorry. I can⁠—”

Before she can finish her thought, I’m grabbing her hips and turning her. She yelps, not expecting the movement. The new position has her ass in the air, her pussy still wet with desire. I wish I had time to take a step back and look at her, but all I can think about is getting inside her again.

I trail my fingers down her spine, pushing her chest into the massage table as I climb onto it behind her. The table groans underneath both our weight, but it doesn’t stop me from doing it.

“Your ass in the air like this is a spectacular sight,” I note, lining up my cock with her once again. “Soon, I’ll have to eat your pussy in this position. But right now…” I caress her spine, letting my fingers drift higher until they rest at the back of her neck. “Put your face in the pillow, baby. Let it muffle your screams so I can fuck you hard and fast.”

“Preston.” My name comes out so loud there’s no doubt in my mind if someone was in the room next to us that they heard it.

I shush her, applying pressure to the back of her neck to direct her face against the pillow. “Use the pillow to keep quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She turns, pressing her face into the pillow with a muffled moan. I reward her by thrusting forward, shoving all of me inside her. Her body folds underneath the feeling. I use my free hand to grab her by the hip and keep her on her knees.

It allows me to wrap around her front and brush my fingers against her clit. I’ve watched her closely, noticing how she’s always making quick circles around her clit. I repeat the same action, my body going tight at the muffled moans that come from her because of it.

I swear my name comes from her lips again, although it’s hard to tell because of her face in the pillow. The table continues to creak underneath our movements. My hips move faster and faster as her moans get louder and louder.

My fingers tangle in her hair, needing to feel even more of her as she clenches around me. Even muffled, her moans get louder, and I know she’s coming.

I don’t stop my pace at all, wanting to milk every last second of the orgasm from her. My finger continues to work her clit as my cock pushes in and out of her at a punishing rhythm. She’s now even tighter around me as she comes down from the high of the orgasm.

My grip in her hair has loosened slightly, allowing her to turn her head. “Preston, I came.” Her words come out breathless.

Moving from her neck and wrapping around her middle, I pull her off the table until her back is pressed to my chest. The new position gets me even deeper inside her—deeper than I’ve been before.

I kiss her shoulder as her calves are right on the sides of my thighs. “I told you you’d be coming multiple times. Now, give me one more, baby. Come on my cock while I fill you with my cum.”

Her head falls against my shoulder. I press my lips to her temple, wanting any connection to her I can get. I’m fully inside her—as deep as I can possibly go—and it still isn’t enough. I’m not sure anything will ever be enough.

“Like this, you’re too big. It’s too mu—” Her words stop as my fingers find her nipple. I pinch it before massaging her breast and repeating the motion.

“No, I’m not. I’m perfect for you. And you’re perfect for me. We fit. Now, breathe and give me one more.” The last words come out as more of a growl than a sentence, but I know she still hears me because her body goes lax against mine. She’s giving me full control, and I fucking love it.

My thrusts have slowed and become more deliberate. With every one of them, she takes me to her limit, and it feels so fucking good that I know I’m close to finishing. It’s like a spring coiled tightly and threatening to release. I continue to work in and out, enjoying every second of being inside her.

The slow thrusts feel impeccable, but as my vision begins to blur with the looming orgasm, I have to pick up pace again. Emma doesn’t seem to mind; with every quick move of my hips, her moans get louder. My hand clasps over her mouth to keep her quiet as I drill into her.

Her breath is hot against my palm as a moan overtakes her. She’s coming, and her release has me finding mine. Bursts of fire trail down my spine as the orgasm takes over me. I grunt, unable to form words at how intense the orgasm is. Her moans vibrate against my skin as time seems to pause. I continue to work in and out of her to savor every second of it, and with one final thrust, the massage table comes crashing down.