Page 48 of Bedding the Billionaire

Pissed, she struggled against him. “Damn it! Don’t stop. I was so close.”

“You’re going to get even closer, baby. And I’m going to pull you back again. I’m going to make you work for it.”

She let out a strangled cry as he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. The warm, firm pressure felt so good she immediately buried her hands in his hair and held him close. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t stop.”

He ceased the suctioning action of his mouth and shushed her, but then flicked her nipple repeatedly with his tongue. Each time he did so, she swore she felt a tingle against her clit. She cried out at each sizzling sensation.

Abruptly, he straightened, and though she tried to pull his head back down, he resisted, shaking away her touch. He backed her up against the bedroom wall and reached down to hook his arms under her knees, pulling them up and out so that his hips were cradled between her thighs. The position left her at his complete mercy, pinned against his hardness, unable to move even as he retained the ability to swivel and grind against her, rubbing against the very heart of her until he was slowly driving her out of her mind. He was ratcheting her up again. Pushing her toward release. Was he going to give it to her this time, despite what he’d said before?

She held her breath and concentrated on every pulse of pleasure he was forcing on her. Her body strained and strained and she was almost there…

She screamed when his hips stilled. Pounded on his shoulders. “Damn you! Stop teasing me. I can’t take it!” she yelled.

“Okay, baby,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’ll give it to you, I promise.” He stripped off her bra and panties.

She reached for his pants. She’d only gotten him unbuttoned and unzipped when he flipped her around so that she was standing with her back to him. “What—”

He pulled her hips out and knocked her legs apart. She gasped when he plunged his fingers into her pussy from behind. She choked out a moan as her vaginal muscles clenched around his fingers. He buried his face against her neck again and whispered into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you like this first. Make you come. Then when you’re limp with your release, I’m going to carry you to bed, flip you around, and make you come again while you look into my eyes.”

She closed her eyes and nodded. Sensed movement behind her, heard the crinkling of foil as he sheathed himself in order to protect her, then felt the hard, broad tip of him nudging against her folds. She bit her lip, then cried out when he buried several inches of his hard shaft into her. She immediately clenched around him, making him groan. He kissed her shoulder. “That feels so damn good. Can you take more of me, baby?”

“Yes.”

He gave her more, pushing into her steadily and without mercy, until he was buried balls-deep inside her. Against the wall, she banged her fists. She felt so full. Barely able to contain him. He covered her hands with his and entwined their fingers.

“Hang on to me,” he whispered.

She clung.

He plunged in and out of her, stroking her from inside in a way that blew her mind. She careened toward orgasm so fast it was a relief and a torment. She wanted the orgasm with everything she had. Wanted to make what they were doing last, too. But she couldn’t have both. He lifted up slightly so that he could get his hands beneath her breasts. He cupped them and manipulated her hard, aching nipples, telling her that he couldn’t wait to suck them until they were red and achy, and then he lowered one hand to cup her between her thighs and manipulate her clit. He was all over. Surrounding her. Except…

She turned her face to the side and back, straining for his mouth, which he gave her almost instantly, plunging his tongue inside, mimicking with such perfection the way his body was joined with hers below the waist. Her release crashed into her like a tidal wave, making her shake and scream. Even as he grunted with his own release, he didn’t let the first wave of her orgasm hit and ebb, but rather kept the sensations going with everything he had—his mouth, fingers, cock. He made her ride wave after wave until she was almost crying, unable to take anymore. Then he stayed over her, quiet, caressing her softly, trailing kisses from one shoulder and across her neck to the next, almost as if he could feel the confusing emotions that threatened to overtake her and was trying to shelter her from them.

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