Make Me Yours – Forbidden Billionaires Read Online Lili Valente

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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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She cries out and her spine bows, but she doesn’t come, she pants and moans and clings to me, but she doesn’t come.

“Good girl,” I murmur into her ear, so turned on by her mixture of abandon and control that my cock is leaking pre-come against her back. “You’re so fucking sexy, Sully. I love feeling your pussy and ass tight on my fingers, love feeling how close you are to losing your mind.”

She whimpers and wiggles closer to my hand, clearly desperate for the release that’s just out of reach. “Please,” she finally begs. “Oh please.”

“Just one more second, baby,” I say, wanting her orgasm to be something she’ll never forget. “One more second. Yes, almost there, almost…” I move my hand, letting the full force of the water run between her legs.

She comes almost instantly, her hips bucking into the air as I give her the resistance she craves, driving my fingers even deeper inside her.

And then, somehow the water’s off, and I have a condom on, though I don’t remember shifting positions. Sully straddles me, her breasts brushing my face as I rub lube between her slick folds and she lowers herself onto me beneath the water.

“Oh yes,” she says, gasping as I fill her. “There you are. I need you like this. I need it so bad, all the time.”

I grip her ass, squeezing tight as she seats herself fully. Looking up, my gaze crashes into hers with an even deeper intimacy than before, but that makes perfect sense. There’s nothing to hide now, it’s all on the table between us.

Holding her pinned tight to my cock, I whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she says.

“I’m going to have my bathroom in the city remodeled to fit a larger tub. I need to fuck you like this at least once a week.”

Her lips parting and excitement sparking in her eyes, she breathes, “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we? We’re going to live together in the city and have sex all the time?”

“All the time,” I say, grinning at the smile that stretches wide across her pretty face. “Now ride me, sweetheart, while I suck your tits. I need to show your nipples how much I love them, too.”

Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she gives me exactly what I asked for and more, taking her pleasure from me, but giving me so much more in return. When I finally allow myself to come—after she’s come twice, and we’ve shifted positions so I can take her from behind—I silently promise Fate that I’ll never take the gift of this woman for granted.

I will treasure her and pleasure her and adore her every single day until my last day.

I come with a groan that echoes throughout the tiled room as I dig my teeth into the firm flesh on her shoulder. She cries out a beat later, giving me her fourth orgasm of the night.

But I need more…

“Two more,” I say, as we’re lying in the cooling water, catching our breath. “I need to make you come two more times before we sleep.”

She sighs. “I can’t. I’m tapped out. I’m going to need to train to work up to something like that.”

But thirty minutes later, after we’re dressed in our pajamas and snuggled in bed, my hand finds its way between her legs and she finds her second wind. Or maybe third at this point.

Whatever it is, it’s perfect. We glide together slowly, almost gently this time, coming within seconds of each other as I rock into her on top, in plain old missionary position.

But nothing’s ever plain or ordinary with her.

Nothing will be plain or ordinary again, because I get to take this incredible woman home with me. It’s quite possibly the best night of my life, and I sleep like the fucking dead, too tired and happy to dream.

Then I’m awoken by Sully’s panicked voice at six a.m. the next morning saying, “Weaver, wake up. We have to go. Gramps had a heart attack and they’re taking him to the hospital,” and the real world comes crashing down around us.

chapter 19

GERTIE

I’m usually good in a crisis, but not when it comes to Gramps.

Weaver may turn out to be the love of my life, but Gramps is also my person.

We fuss over how to run the business, what to eat for dinner, and whether he’s actually allergic to cats on a regular basis, but he’s the only human in the world who’s never let me down. He’s like my mom and dad and grandfather and best friend all wrapped up into one salty old man package.

If I lose him, I will lose a piece of myself.

“I can’t believe I didn’t check on him,” I say, throwing my toiletries into my bag in the bathroom as tears stream down my cheeks. “I should have checked. I should have been the one. Not Aunt Cathy.”


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