The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 69. R18: Her Possessiveness.

Nicolette’s eyes were burning with so much intensity, so much passion that it made Alaric’s heart squeeze.

His trousers tightened with arousal, and as he settled on the bed, peeling off his shoes and watching Nicolette’s eyes burn for him, he knew he couldn’t handle it.

She seemed to sense his discomfort as she crawled to him and unbuckled his belt.

He threw his head back in absolute pleasure, his body already shuddering with need.

Nicolette undid his zip, and when his dick came out, he saw the tip stained with pre-cum.

"So beautiful," Nicolette said, her eyes dropping to his erection, her voice heavy with desire.

His dick throbbed under her words, and he just wanted to plunge it inside her.

She kissed him from his balls to his tip, and his feet curled.

"Fuck, baby," he said, his hand buried in her hair. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She took his cock into her mouth, and he lost control. That small tongue worked on his slit, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, thrusting into her mouth.

She took it for a while—took him for a while—before she straightened up. With one pull, she removed his trousers and briefs, leaving him bare below.

The admiration in her eyes almost made him cum.

"You’re leaking so much," she said softly, tapping his secretion with her index finger.

He was dying. He needed her touch to survive and he begged for it. "I want you, baby."

She immediately crawled to his face and gave him a sloppy kiss, their sounds filling the room. As she kissed him, she unbuttoned his shirt until he was completely naked.

They kissed again, deeply, hands all over each other. He removed her towel, revealing her perky breasts and hardened nipples.

He thumbed the pink buds, and Nicolette gasped against his lips. He kissed her neck before sucking her breasts, one after the other.

She clung to him, rolling against his thigh as his tongue circled her nipples.

"I am ready," she moaned, her voice soft, laced with a vulnerability that made his heart race.

Her eagerness gave life to his anticipation. He gave her other nipple one final lick and looked into her eyes. "I’m ready."

She bit her lip, and he trembled with want. He lay down, keeping some distance between his head and the headrest. Nicolette stood over him and removed her towel.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He could see everything. He could smell everything. And he wanted it all.

Nicolette lowered herself onto his face, and his stomach dropped.

Fuck.

She tasted like cherry.

She rode his face, slowly at first, giving him time to set his tongue right. Once his tongue found that sweet spot, she cried.

"Yes, yes."

She swayed faster now, moving her pussy from his eyes to his nose and to his mouth again.

He explored her inside, enjoying the depth this angle brought. He brought his hands to her breasts, squeezing them, encouraging her.

She purred, her pace increasing, her cries louder.

He flicked his tongue, moving it from inside her to her clit and back. She rocked his nose, and he sniffed her. The edge of his nostril teased her clit and she screamed before returning to his mouth.

He thrust forward, pressing her nipples. She rocked harder, angling her pussy into his mouth.

His hand fell to her ass and he squeezed. Hard. Conscious.

"I’m coming..." Her cry changed and her body tensed.

She owned his face, her possessiveness obvious, her pace intense. Suddenly, she started pounding his face, gasping between breaths.

Alaric moved closer to her center, eating her pussy lips, sucking on them. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer like she wanted his whole head inside her.

He parted her legs with his hands and delved in further. Her body shuddered and she grabbed his hair.

"Baby... ah!"

A gush of thick secretion flowed onto his face. He sucked her, holding her tight to his face so she couldn’t go, so she could pour out everything.

Nicolette shuddered, her pussy tightening against his lips.

"Fuck, baby, so delicious," he said, licking her release.

She was breathless, her legs shaking as she stood up. But she wasn’t done. He could tell from the look in her eyes.

He chuckled. "Should I—"

He couldn’t finish. She had already gone down on him. Her tongue traced his arousal and the sudden touch sent thrills through him.

"Ah," he groaned, arching his back so he could thrust properly.

Nicolette removed her mouth and, before he knew it, she had climbed on him. Her pussy tightened around his dick and his heart dropped.

She pounded him, rolling back and forth, up and down.

He couldn’t move.

Her twists, her moans, her fingers tracing his chest—this all made him weak.

He lay there, like a soul detached from his body, as she fucked him good.

She got wetter and her pounds got faster, harder. She cried as she came again.

Alaric moved this time—not because she wet his thigh with her release, but because she had flipped.

Reverse cowgirl.

He lost his mind watching her ass bounce up and down on his dick.

"You like it?" Her voice filled the room.

"Uhmm," he purred.

"Use your words," she said and then ground her hips on his dick like punishment.

"Yes, yes," he cried, unable to hide the pleasure.

Nicolette stroked his tip with just her entrance and he tapped her ass, imprinting his mark on her.

She was his.

All his.

He increased the stroke, thrusting upward inside her.

"Don’t," she said, her order hot and firm. "I am the steerer here," she added, moving slyly on his dick.

He grabbed her butt like he was going to pull it off her body.

"When I steer..." she continued, her voice low and breathless, "you follow. Okay?"

"O... okay."

She thrusted him. And when he saw her clit rise to his face, he reached for it.

"Alaric!" she gasped.

He touched it, pressing it with his thumb.

His body jerked—and so did hers.

They fell silent, their grunts and moans the only sounds between them. Their bodies clung to each other like their organs belonged together.

Alaric grabbed Nicolette’s butt.

Nicolette grabbed Alaric’s legs.

They rode each other, sliding against one another until they both exploded with release.

She collapsed beside him, her breath heavy and uneven. He lay still, his breathing equally hard.

"That was fun," she said, finding her voice.

He squeezed her thigh as he sat up. "It was."

They sat in silence until his phone rang. He reached for it from the floor and saw that Richard was calling.

His body jolted.

Had Richard found out what information Ronald took?

He was curious to know, but he ignored it, knowing he would rather spend time with Nicolette—especially with everything that had happened in Winter’s Island.

"Are you not taking that?" Nicolette asked.

"No," he replied, rolling toward her. "I want to be here."

Her cheeks immediately went pink and she nodded. He pulled her closer, his heart pounding at the heat between them.

She broke up with her boyfriend.

Which meant she was his, now that Lucian was not even considered a competitor.

She touched his face, her hand soft. "Let’s go take our bath and rest from all the jet lag."

"Good idea."

Together, they made their way to the bathroom. They kissed and showered each other. By the time they got back to the room, they both realized they were hungry.

"Let’s see what Anna has for us," he said as he dressed in his shirt.

Nicolette dressed freely in his presence. He took in all her curves, his body beaming with delight.

"What?" she asked as she pulled on a gown.

"You’re just so beautiful," he confessed, watching as she melted under his gaze.

"Let’s go eat," she said, changing the topic.

He chuckled and gave in. "Okay."

They left the room and walked down the hallway. Just as they were about to make their way to the dining room, they heard screams.

"What’s that?" Nicolette asked.

"No idea," he shrugged. "But let’s go find out."

He followed the sound to the living room where some of his staff were gathered.

"What’s going on here?"

They scattered, all of them scrambling away.

Alaric’s eyes landed on what they had been gawking at. There were nine huge bouquets of flowers laid on the table—each bouquet forming a letter of Nicolette’s name.

His brow furrowed. "What is it?"

"It... came in just now..." one of the staff explained.

It couldn’t possibly be.

No way...

Alaric walked over to the table and snatched the small letter attached to it.

I hope something magical can bloom between us.

L.C.

He clenched his fists as he turned to the staff.

Fucking Lucian Crawford.

"Get this shit out of my house."