Chapter 27: The Renegade Billionaire: Chapter 27

Something snapped in me the second I had her in my lap.

It was an awakening and understanding that everything in my life has been done for the benefit of someone else. I’ve never taken something I wanted outside of my duty to my family. I’ve never even stopped to think about what I want outside of the Reyes name, the Montgomerys immoral compass, or what Grey, Sage, and I needed in the moment.

But Madison Ryan is who I want, who I need, and who I’ll uproot my entire family for.

I wait for her to give me her final consent. Her cheeks are rosy, and I loved openly following that flush as it crept down toward her breasts without restraint.

I bet her nipples are aching, and I can’t wait to give them all my attention.

“Please,” she whimpers. I press my cheek to hers, inhaling deeply before allowing my hands to roam her beautiful body.

“Madison.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs as my finger draws a circle around her nipple through the cotton of her dress.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Fuck me. That’s not how I intended to ask her. Why the hell did I just spit it out that way, and now of all times? Jesus, I’m losing it. “Never mind. I’m pushing too fast, it’s⁠—”

Her silent laughter bounces her body against mine, and my cock deflates a bit. Being laughed at has that effect on a man.

How did I lose control of my mouth so stupidly?

“Why are you laughing?” I’m defensive, and my tone has her sitting up straighter and searching my face, while hers is crinkling in all the right places to tell me she’s happy.

“We’re about to have sex, and you stopped to ask if I’d be your girlfriend. It’s the very last thing I expected.” There’s honesty in her expression, but there’s still laughter in her voice.

“It’s important. I’m not looking for a quick fuck here, sunshine. I want to date you, get to know you, and yes, I really want to fuck you, but I’ll take the blue balls if that means I do this the right way with you.”

Utter disbelief—that’s what her expression says now. Fucking disbelief.

“You say that as if you’re planning on staying,” she says so quietly I read her lips to make sure I heard her correctly.

“I—I…” I fumble for words. “The truth is, I don’t know what the future holds, but here, with you, I feel at home. I don’t only want to explore your body, Madison. I want to explore your mind, our connection, this town. Can we just take this one step at a time?”

“Starting with me becoming your girlfriend?” The dimple on her right cheek attempts to make an appearance.

“Yes, starting with you becoming my girlfriend.”

“I don’t think people actually say boyfriend or girlfriend anymore. They say dating.”

“No.”

She blinks twice.

“No, because dating implies that there may be other people involved, and that is not happening.”

The shimmering of her eyes would knock me to my ass if I weren’t already sitting.

“Then I guess I’m your girlfriend.”

Very slowly, I kiss the corner of her mouth, but not on the lips. I said I was going to make her work for this kiss, and I intend to do just that.

“Say it again.” My hands continue to knead and squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts.

“I’m your girlfriend.” She gasps when I pinch her nipples. “I’m your girlfriend, and I want to have sex with you right now.”

I chuckle into her neck.

“Telling me what you want makes me so fucking hard. Give me more.”

“Oh, please, Braxton. Please—I— When you talk so filthy, when you tell me what to do. It makes me feel…sexy and—and wanted.”

Her admission locks a chain around my soul and tosses away the key.

Moving as one, I flip us so her back is flat on the sofa. “I didn’t plan this very well. This fucking sofa is tiny.”

“It’s a loveseat,” she says.

I glide my palms up her smooth legs around to the outside of her thighs and lift her dress as I go. I’m watching her closely for any sign that she doesn’t want this, but she only bites her bottom lip until it turns white, so I climb higher.

“Then I suppose we should make love on it.”

Her neck works to swallow, but her back arches when I reach the apex of her thighs.

“Oh, crap.” Her hands come down to hold mine through the dress that’s dangerously close to showing me heaven. “Ah, I wasn’t expecting this, so I’m, how do you say this? Oh God, this is embarrassing. I didn’t. I mean I haven’t. I forgot to⁠—”

“Are you trying to tell me you’re au naturel down here?” I run my thumbs up the center of her panties and grind my teeth when I find them soaking wet.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods frantically, and I groan into her open thighs.

“Sweetheart, I’ll take you any way you want to give yourself to me.”

Her little button nose scrunches up.

“Trust me, a little hair will not deter me.”

She lies back down and flops an arm over her face. To prove my point, I press harder into her panties until my thumb enters her a nominal amount.

“Okay. Yes. Yes, go.”

I keep my head lowered because she wouldn’t appreciate the smirk on my face. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I slide them down her legs.

She’s wet. So fucking wet.

“Is that for me?”

She peeks out from under her arm, so I swipe my index finger through her folds. It comes away glistening.

“Is this for me?” I repeat, this time showing her how wet my finger is.

“You’re dirty.”

I stick the digit in my mouth and suck it clean.

“I can be a good man and a dirty one, but you’re the only one who gets to meet dirty me.” Kneeling between her legs is a bitch. My feet hang off the edge of the sofa, but I’ll make it work. For her, I’ll make everything work.

The first swipe of my tongue across her slit has me growling like a bear—a hungry bear.

Her hips lift off the sofa, so I pin them down with one hand while separating her pussy lips with the other, then I tilt my head from left to right. The hair where she shaves is only starting to come back. It grates against my skin and oddly makes my cock so fucking hard, more pre-cum stains my boxers.

It doesn’t take long for me to learn her rhythm. She moans every time I flick her clit, and writhes when I dip my tongue in as deep as I can go. But it’s when I pinch that bundle of nerves that I get the first ripples of her orgasm. She plucks her nipple with her thumb and forefinger, and I growl my approval into her flesh—it’s so fucking sexy.

She’s going to come too quickly, but when I peek up at her and desperation clouds her vision, I give in and tongue fuck her until she’s begging me to stop and go and stop again.

Her legs tremble around my ears when I slip a finger into her, and she makes a garbled sound of ecstasy when my middle finger joins the first. Scissoring them, I open her for a third, then bite down on her sensitive nub, and she convulses around me.

It’s an orgasm that infiltrates her entire body with quaking spasms while she oscillates between “Oh God, more” and “I can’t.”

Her hands fist in my hair, and I release her clit from my teeth, but my fingers keep working her. “Are you ready to work for that kiss?”

Her eyes are wide and glassy. Her mouth hangs open and she shakes her head no, then yes, then no again.

“You’re going to give me another orgasm, and then I plan to fuck you so hard, you’ll need me to carry you home.”

Madison’s legs quiver at my words, and she wraps them more tightly around my head.

“You’re not really going to work all that hard, are you, baby?” I massage her clit and fuck her with my tongue. “You’re going to give it to me, and I’m going to love it,” I say into her pussy.

She screams loudly enough to wake the dead, and I silently hope no one is lurking around outside. That’s a sound for my ears only.

I hold her still as she thrashes against me, her orgasm leaking all over my face. I drink her in. She’s sweet like strawberry ice cream, and I can’t get enough.

When something too close to a sob falls from her lips, I gently ease away from her pussy, pressing one last gentle kiss to her clit before crawling up her body.

She’s gasping for air, and I watch it all as she comes back to earth. Those beautiful blue eyes are hazy as she blinks up at me with a slow, satisfied smile.

“I didn’t know I could come from oral,” she says in a dreamy state. But her words make me irrationally irate. Her fucking ex never appreciated her. I won’t make that same mistake.

Lowering my hips, I press into her just to watch her lashes snap open.

“Was it too much, or are you ready for more?”

“There’s more?” She looks so innocent that I almost feel guilty for the things I want to do to her.

Almost never won the girl though.

“Oh.” I rut my pants-covered dick into her. “There’s so much more. The question is, do you want it?” I’m grinding into her again—a fucking teenager, needing a release before I explode.

“I want it. I want it,” she chants while running her hands down my chest to fumble with the button of my jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I quickly scan my watch. There’s no way I want the caterers to show up at the wrong time, but we still have forty-five minutes. My girl responded to my tongue like a motherfucking champion.

Rolling off her, I lift the dress over her head and place it on the dining chair, then unbutton my shirt as I’m walking back.

It’s only a few steps, but she’s already pressing her thighs together.

I shuck my shirt, and my shoes come next, followed by my pants and boxers.

“Holy shit,” she curses. Have I ever heard her curse before? “You’re veiny.”

I stare down at my dick and wrap a hand around it. “I’ve never thought about that before, but I suppose you’re right.”

“And big. You’re like the model for every romance novel ever written. You even have that weird V thing going on that I always read about.”

Throwing my head back, I laugh. It’s a full belly laugh, but my hand on my cock grips harder because I’m so close I’m willing to fuck my own hand. What would she think of that?

“Is this where you tell me you don’t think it will fit?”

Her jaw comes unhinged, which might be useful another time, but not tonight.

“What?” I smirk. “Violet read a lot when we were kids. Grey and I got a very early introduction to romance novels that way.”

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, but no. I know you’re going to fit, and I’m ready. I’m so ready. Please don’t make me wait.”

I’ve never been a particularly kinky guy, but the way she begs makes me want to explore every single kink with her that I can dream up.

My right knee falls to the sofa, and I nudge her legs apart while slowly stroking my shaft. Her gaze follows my hand. When she licks her lips, I’m done for.

Dropping my cock, I use both hands to spread her wide before remembering a condom.

“Fuck. A condom.”

“Thank you, Savvy.” She giggles.

“Um, excuse me?”

“When she hugged me, she slipped a bunch of condoms into my jacket pocket.”

I will never say a bad word about that woman ever. Moving with superhuman speed, I find her jacket tossed over the back of the chair and have the condom on before I’m back between her legs.

We don’t speak as I move my hips and allow my cock to part her for me, the tip brushing against her clit with every pass.

“Please,” she whimpers again, and this time, I don’t hold back.

Entering her in one thrust is not an option. She’s fucking tighter than I thought, and I don’t want to hurt her. Slowly, I roll in and out, allowing her cum to lubricate my cock until finally, finally, I bottom out.

“Are you okay?” I ask through gritted teeth. Her small hands are braced on my forearms, her nails digging into my skin.

“Yes. Just…”

“What is it?” I ask against her lips. They instantly open for me, and my tongue sweeps the inside of her mouth. She’s every treasure lost at sea, and I hold the map. “What do you need?” I ask, holding myself still inside of her, loving the heat and the way she grips me tighter than even my own fist.

“You said you were going to fuck me. I want that. I really want that.”

The word fuck falling from her lips is such a turn-on, my hips lift and slam into her before I fully register what she’s said.

“What about making love?”

“No.” She moans as I pick up the pace. “This. This. I want this.” Her words fall from her lips in staccato pants each time I pull out, and I’m hypnotized by the way her tits bounce when I slam back home.

“You like it a little rough, a little dirty.”

She averts her gaze, so I lower my mouth to her ear, loving the reaction I get when my breath tickles her neck. “I’ll let you in on a secret.” She finally looks back at me, and her pussy clenches as I speak. “With you, I love it a whole lot dirty, and I’ll go as hard as you want me to.”

She nods, so I slide my hands under her ass, hooking my arms around her thighs and pulling her into me as I thrust.

The slapping of skin on skin, her sounds of pleasure, and my grunts of pure bliss mingle into a song I want to remember forever.

“I need you to come for me again. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

I don’t even get the words out before she explodes around me, clenching so hard my vision blurs before I fill her with my release.

I collapse on top of her, and she wraps her limbs around me as if she’ll never let go.

And truthfully, I hope she never does.