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Head Hunter: A Virgin Billionaire Reverse Romance by Alexis Angel (43)

Keagan

Fucking her is pure ecstasy. I’ve had sex before, but with Dana, everything is different. It’s like we’re connected on a deeper level, and that makes everything so much more intense than it already is.

She’s a ton of fun, too. She’s open to anything, and I can test and explore. When she let me grab her hair and fuck her that way, putting her completely at my mercy, I was ready for her to ask me to stop.

She didn’t.

And now I’m ready to explore more, to try out all the fantasies I’ve had of her. I want to try different positions and different rooms with her. I want to make up for everything I missed out on.

With her legs, Dana is a sight to behold. Her breasts are beautiful as they wobble back and forth. Her nipples are tight buttons, just waiting for me to suck on them. But I’m not planning on going there. Not right now.

I have other things in mind.

I stop pounding her and pull out. She groans in frustration, and I grin. I know she’s been building an orgasm again. I don’t want her to find a release. Not yet. The longer I draw it out, the more intense her orgasms get, and I challenge myself to see how far I can push it.

“I want you on top of me,” I say, crawling onto the bed next to her. She smiles.

“Reverse cowgirl,” I add, and her grin grows.

She nods eagerly and sits up. She wants to try new positions with me. If that’s not perfection in a woman, I don’t know what is. Most women prefer missionary, which is the epitome of dull on the sex scale. You have to do all the work. You can’t grab their asses because they’re lying on it. And then it’s over.

Dana isn’t like that, I’m learning.

She gets onto me, her back to me. She straddles me and lifts her ass. I guide my cock to her entrance, and she sits down on me. I’m deep inside her again, and everything feels different. My cock pushes up against the natural slant of her body, and the pressure is different. She gasps and moves her hips back and forth, testing it.

Her back faces me, and I run my hands over it. Her skin is flawless. She starts rocking her hips back and forth, harder and faster, building friction on my cock. She moans, and I gasp, putting my hands on her ass. Her cheeks are spread, her legs are on either side of my hips, and I squeeze her ass cheeks as she rides me harder and faster.

I’m in charge. I like calling the shots. I like when she agrees with me and does what I want to do. And God, I like this view of her back and her ass. Her body is perfect, but not in a model kind of way. She has imperfections but they only add to her beauty.

She rides me harder and faster still, her hips bucking back and forth as she fucks me. She cries out, and I get lost in the sensation of my own orgasm building. This is it. I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer. She moves her arms, and I realize she’s playing with her breasts, probably tugging at her own nipples while she’s riding me.

She moves one hand down, and I know she’s playing with herself, fingering her clit while she rides me. Her body tightens on mine. Ripples that precede her orgasm course through her body. She twitches and jerks over now and then, and she tips back her head so her medium-length hair hangs down her back a little farther. I reach up and run my hand through her hair, but I’m not going to hold onto it again. Not this time.

She moves her other hand down. and a moment later. her fingers find my balls. I jerk in surprise. The feeling is unexpected, but she caresses my balls, squeezing them lightly while she plays with herself and rides me. It’s multitasking at it’s very finest. This is why I think women have been given that talent.

Her body tightens more, her walls squeeze down on me, and I know she’s close. Combined with her ragged breathing and moaning, her orgasm can’t be far off at all. I’m getting closer, too. I try to hold back, but there’s only so much I can do before my body defies my commands and does what it wants to.

When she orgasms, I can feel it. Her body clamps down on mine, and she leans forward, her body curling around the orgasm. She cries out before she goes silent, and I know what her face looks like without seeing it.

I hold onto her ass and start bucking my hips, pumping into her. She’s so damn tight now. She braces herself with one hand on the bed, her balance shot. I fuck her, hard, and I feel my orgasm building.

When I finally release, it’s violent, and I pump into her, emptying out. My cock quivers and twitches, and I know that I’m depositing a lot more inside of her than usual. It’s like she draws more out of me, every time.

Her orgasm lasts, drawn out, until mine stops. She tips her head back, her body relaxes again, and she breathes hard. I run my hands over her back. Her skin is slick with sweat.

Slowly, she moves off me. I can feel how tight she is now when I slip out of her, and she gasps. She crawls onto the bed next to me and collapses with a sigh.

“God, Keagan,” she says.

I grin and put my arm around her. She moves onto my chest, and it’s like our bodies were made to fit together. She lies on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her face in my neck. Her breathing slows, as does her pulse, which I can feel on my chest where her body is pressed against mine.

I start to relax as well, my body spent. I close my eyes, and the exhaustion of sex and lack of sleep slowly starts to catch up with me. My breathing steadies.

Dana’s body twitches, and I know she’s falling asleep.

I kiss her on the head and make a move to return to my own bed, leaving her to sleep. She wraps her arm around my chest.

“Please, stay?” she whispers.

I nod and lie back down. She sits up and pulls the sheet over us before taking her place on my chest again. She sighs, and a moment later, she’s asleep.

I don’t lie awake for much longer. She wants me to stay. There’s more between us than just sex, and it’s starting to show. If Dana wants to cuddle with me afterward, there’s something between us. Something more than just physical.

I don’t want to label it or get my hopes up, but until now, I walked away because I wanted to respect her wishes. If she’s asking me to stay, now, it’s a good sign.

I don’t know where it will lead, but it’s good.

I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s just before five in the morning. Birds are starting to chirp outside, celebrating the pending dawn. Tomorrow, or today really, is Sunday. We can sleep until whatever time we like, and then get up, get breakfast, and spend the day together.

This is what I want. I want to be with her.

Satisfied, I slip into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I open my eyes again, the sun is high in the sky, and the day as a quality to it that suggests it’s been up for a while. When I glance at the clock, it’s noon. Dana lies next to me, her hair spread out on the pillow, and she’s breathing evenly. I take a moment to study her face. She looks younger when she’s sleeping, pure. I touch her cheek and press my lips to hers, and she sighs.

I lie back and stretch myself out. My body is a little stiff from the sex, and I can still feel her on my cock. The feeling is amazing.

“Morning,” Dana says next to me, waking up.

“Afternoon,” I say, smiling at her.

She lifts her head, squinting at me. “It’s that late?”

I nod. “Noon,” I say.

She yawns and stretches out, too. The covers slip from her body, and I look at her. Perfect breasts, flat stomach, wide hips. The perfect kind of woman.

She sees me looking and smiles at me. She runs her hands down her own body, over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and then into the middle, over her pussy and back up again. Her eyes are on mine, and her smile is mischievous.

“You’re a tease,” I say.

She giggles and sits up.

“I need to take a shower,” she says. She looks at me. “Join me?”

I nod and get up, following her into the bathroom. She turns on the hot water and steps underneath the spray. The water runs through her hair, wetting it. I watch her.

The water runs over her skin in droplets, and she looks like something out of a summer ad. She’s hot. I step into the shower, too, and wrap my arms around her.

We stand under the water together, pressed up against each other, and I caress her, running my hands up and down her back over her arms. She tips her head up at me, and I kiss her.

I’m hard again, pressing against her, but this not about fucking her. I just want to be with her.

She runs her hands over my body as well. We’re quiet. The only sound is the sound of the shower.

She shampoos her hair, soaps up her body, and she’s wet and slippery. I let my hands slide over her breasts and her stomach, while she’s busy. My cock throbs, but still, I’m not going to have sex with her now. I don’t want to ruin the strange, emotional atmosphere that’s building between us.

When we’re both clean, we step out of the shower. She gets dressed in shorts and a t-shirt that outlines her body. I find the boxer shorts she discarded earlier, and while she combs out her hair, I go to my room and get dressed.

When we walk to the kitchen, the doorbell rings. I frown and walk to the door, looking through the peephole. Susan and my dad are on the other side of the door. I stifle a groan.

“Who is it?” Dana asks, coming into the room. Her hair is combed back, and she looks fresh.

“Our parents,” I say.

She frowns. We saw them last night. I don’t think it’s necessary to see them again, but I can’t ignore them and pretend we’re not here.

I plaster a smile across my face and open the door.

“What a surprise,” I say when they step into the house without invitation.

“We thought we could all have lunch together,” Susan says. “To make up for last night.”

She nudges my dad who shrugs. “I was in a mood yesterday. Susan wants me to make up for it.”

I sigh and look at Dana. Her face is expressionless when she hears the news.

“We brought eggs and bacon,” Susan says. “We guess you’ll have bread.”

“You guessed right,” I say.

I walk to the kitchen. We’re not going to get out of this one.

Susan is already busy in the kitchen. I join her and so does Dana. My dad sits at the breakfast counter. We all banter along, laughing and joking. Dana makes the toast, and I butter it.

We stand side by side. She nudges me. I smile and nudge her back. When she reaches for more bread, I get butter on her hand and I laugh.

“Sorry,” I say, taking her hand and close my lips on her skin. I lick off the butter.

She looks at me and shakes her head, laughing. She pulls back her hand and carries on with the toast. When I turn, I notice my dad’s eyes are on me. I can’t read his face, but my stomach tightens. He saw that.

We carry on laughing and joking. My dad doesn’t do anything weird, but he watches us. Dana and I don’t do anything more, but we don’t have to. When it’s finally time for them to leave, my dad walks over to me.

“Let’s walk ahead,” he says. “I want to have a chat with you.”

I brace myself and follow my dad out the door. Susan and Dana follow behind us, but they’re far enough away to not hear our conversation.

“What’s going on with you and Dana?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t act dumb. I saw that. And I’m a man. I know what seduction and post-coital bliss looks like.”

I cringe at the words. “Gross.” I shake my head. “Anyway, I can do what I want, Dad.”

There’s no point in hiding it. He knows.

My dad shakes his head. “You’re right. I just thought I raised you better.”

He walks to the car, leaving me behind. Susan and Dana catch up to me, and Susan hugs me.

“I’ll see you soon,” she says. She follows my dad, and they get into the car.

We wave at them and watch them leave. When they’re gone, Dana leans her head against my shoulder.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she says.

I nod. It guess it wasn’t. But my dad knows. I don’t think I can tell her that he knows. Or that he’s very disappointed.

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