Drive Her Mad (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA VOL. 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

bat. His erections were just epic. She would never get tired of looking at his rigid cock, knowing she had caused it.
    He guided her to face the shower wall then he slipped his shaft between the legs. Instinctively, she clenched her thighs together to hold him there.
    Feeling him so hard and hot against the lips of her pussy made her pant with desperate need.
    He started humping her from behind. The entire length of his cock rubbed against her slit, directly hitting her clit. She mewed, arching her hips high to receive him, the sawing motion driving her mad, the creamy soap suds aiding their movements. He was not penetrating her, but it was just as good. So good!
    He licked her earlobe. “Then I realized…” His hands slid down, shaping her hips, his caress so fluid on her body, like hypnosis. “I realized that you’re mine. That I’ve had what they’re just fantasizing about.”
    His fingers converged between her thighs, strumming her clit from the top while his cockhead stroked it from the bottom. The fire in her belly blazed into an inferno.
    “I got here first…spent my cum here first. This pussy is mine. Mine! You hear me, cara ? I eat here... I play here... I come here… I live here!”
    His words, fingers and cock danced in perfect tandem in that perfect rhythm. He was handling her body like a virtuoso, and it was out of this world incredible, like when she was playing a song she just composed and all the musical notes were coming perfectly together, blending into the most beautiful, ecstatic melody.
    The pressure in her belly gave way to an orgasm so good her vision blurred and her legs buckled. But he was a rock behind her, solidly anchoring her to his possession. She arched against him, calling his name as she was lost in it all, consumed by it all.
    She was barely aware of him slamming hard behind her, relentlessly going after his own pleasure, but she felt it when he reached his peak, for he embraced her so tightly her bones might just crack.
    “ Dio , Valenna! Fffffuck!”
    He was a vibrating force at her very center, his essence warmly bathing the cold, dry places inside her.

    He carried her limp body to the bed.
    “Giane…”
    “Hmm?”
    “I think I’m dead.”
    “Is it a good death?” he asked, tender amusement in his voice.
    She made an unladylike snort. “He asks.”
    Sighing in lethargy, she turned to her side. He arranged himself behind her spoon-fashion.
    They were both naked, their bodies barely dry from the shower, their heartbeats just settling back to normal. Her bones had turned to jelly she could barely walk.
    He arranged her long hair away from his face. She smiled as she thought of his clumsy attempt to dry it with the blower as she was too drained of strength to even lift a finger. She just wanted to snuggle and sleep.
    “Death by orgasm,” she said sleepily.
    He chuckled. “Thank you.”
    “You haven’t answered my question yet.”
    “What question?”
    “How do the people in your world see you?”
    “Ah.”
    He fell quiet.
    “I have no energy to google you right now.”
    He had gone still behind her. It took him a few moments to speak again.
    “In my world, I’m an uncompromising, demanding, arrogant, self-entitled prick. The press hates me. Even the paparazzi steer clear of me. I have not many friends. I’m a difficult person to deal with, much less to live with. I’m not a good person, at all.”
    She laced her fingers with his. What the hell was he talking about? “Somehow I find that hard to believe,” she said, her voice slurring. Sleep was a heavenly cocoon slowly wrapping around her.
    “Why?”
    “Because as far as I’m concerned…in the very short time that I’ve been with you…you’ve been nothing but wonderful to me. Epic…simply…epic.”

    Giane felt her breathing become even. She had fallen asleep.
    What she said last made his chest expand with indefinable joy and then constrict with indefinable sadness.
    Such trust and naivete was new to