Borrowed Billionaire #4 Under the Sea by Mimi Strong Read Free Book Online

said, smiling, and he kissed me as he reached down and washed between my legs. It felt funny, to have him touching me on my ass and between my folds in that manner, but soon the soap rinsed away and he was touching me for pleasure only.
    I grabbed a loofah and sponged all over his sexy chest as he rubbed me, his fingers getting greedy and sliding into my opening. Holding his cock in one hand, I used the loofah to brush his balls and inner thighs, which made him squirm. He took the sponge-y loofah from me and returned the favor, brushing it over my sensitive nipples, down my mid-line, and between my legs. The material was rough, compared to his fingers, but the novelty of the sensation set me on fire.
    I sighed and moved one leg out, opening myself wider to him.
    He pressed in against me, fingered my opening, then squeezed in the head of his erection. He looked me right in the eyes as he pushed the shaft in. With our height difference, I shifted up a little on my toes, but realized I didn't have to. I leaned my shoulders against the milky-blue tile shower wall and tilted my hips toward him, and we fit perfectly. His cock was up high on me, almost horizontal, and when he thrust out and in, he rubbed all along the length of my clit.
    His face was so serious, his eyes ravenous. His black hair dripped with warm water, streaming from the overhead shower nozzle and falling gently over us.
    I whispered, “That feels so good.”
    “Like when we were in the pool,” he said.
    “Exactly.”
    We didn't talk again, just kissed. As he rocked against me, fanning the flames, my breathing came in ragged gasps. My mouth was open, warm water running in and out, and his mouth was there too, playing with my tongue, sucking on my lips.
    I rolled my hips, finding my own rhythm to match his, and my hands moved down again, from around his neck and on down to his buttocks, where I held on tight, urging him harder into me.
    This time, when I reached my climax, there was no missing it. Power surged through me like pure light, and I gasped and cried out, almost sobbing.
    He pulled out of me and jerked himself with one fist as he pressed into me, kissing me. His hand was moving on his cock, pressed hard between us, and his whole body tensed. He pressed his face into my neck and groaned, then relaxed.
    I released my fingers from his buttocks, noting in our reflection across the bathroom that I'd left finger-shaped red marks there.
    He chuckled sheepishly and looked at me through his thick, dark eyebrows. “Sorry I had to pull out there, but the angle … it was really good, but I couldn't … you know.”
    I smiled at him, thinking about how funny it was guys can say the filthiest things to you before or during sex, but right after, they're all modest, like shy teens.
    “That's cool,” I said. “You shot pretty hard. I think you got me under my chin.”
    His eyes grew wide. “No!”
    I tilted up my chin to show him where I'd felt the hot splash.
    He retrieved the loofah and some soap and gave me a quick wash. “I didn't see anything,” he said, grinning, “but I'll wash you down, just in case.”
    I felt calm and in control, thanks to my orgasm. I always have a spell of about ten minutes, right after sex, where I can say almost anything and not lose my nerve.
    “I won't take any money for this,” I said.
    He frowned and fiddled with the taps of the shower.
    “This trip here has been magical,” I said. “I really appreciate your generosity, but I won't take any cash. Whatever you have arranged with Suzanne, you can give her the commission, but if you give her the whole amount, whatever you agreed to, I'll just donate it to a charity.”
    “But it's for you.”
    “Luthor, my parents raised me to take care of myself. I own a condo, and the mortgage is half paid-off already, because I work hard and I'm smart with my money. Granted, my savings plan hasn't left a lot of fun money around, and some months my bank account gets close to zero, but I