Page 16 of The Tycoon's Pet

Then she gasps, seeming to hold her breath as the tension inside her peaks and shatters. She lets out a shaky sigh, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, a look of excruciating pleasure on her beautiful face as she orgasms. I ride through it with her, keeping my rhythm steady, trying to make her pleasure last. I rain kisses on her breasts, her throat, and her lips, as the quaking inside her slowly faded. After her climax had passed, I held her, a bittersweet ache in my chest at the sight of her lying in my arms. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted, her breathing soft and easy. Her hair lays in a tangle around her face, her lashes dark against her cheeks, her lips curved in the faintest of smiles.

And I make up my mind right there. If she's had enough, if she's fallen asleep, I won't push her. I'll probably just go wank in the bathroom like I've been doing these past few days after our dinner.

Noble of you, Carlton. Stupid, but noble.

But she doesn’t fall asleep. She looks at me eagerly. I immediately fuse my mouth to hers again, unable to get enough.

I wrap my arms around her, the two of us twisting and rolling on the bed in a tangle of limbs, hands exploring soft skin, seeking out new ways to give and take pleasure. And then she's beneath me, both of us breathless.

On fire for her, I reach into my bedside drawer and take out a wrap of condom, ripping off the wrapper with my teeth, my mouth filling with the taste of latex and spermicidal lubricant. I'm about to slide it down the length of my erection, when she places a hand on mine, stopping me.

“No, please,” she mutters, her eyes pleading

“Are you sure?” I ask, searching her face. Usually, "No condom" means "no sex" as far as I'm concerned. I haven't had sex without a condom since... Well, I can't remember when. But the thought of being inside Kayla, of truly feeling her, with no barriers between us ...

I groan, letting the condom fall to the sheets, then stretch myself out above her, wrapping her left leg around my waist. “I don't want to hurt you.”

She slides her hands up my chest, looking into my eyes. “I know.”

I lock my gaze on hers, slowly nudging the tip of my cock into her slippery heat. Her body resists my intrusion at first, my access impeded by a thin ring of flesh. Then, with the slightest thrust of my hips, I break through. Her eyes fly wide, and she gasps, then squeezes her eyes shut, biting down on her bottom lip. And it strikes me as unfair somehow that what feels so indescribably good to me causes her pain.

“Easy, honey,” I mutter soothingly, holding myself still inside her--no easy task. She's slick and

impossibly tight, the head of my cock teased by sensations I never would have felt if I was wearing a condom—subtle textures, wetness, heat.

The first stirrings of an orgasm tug at my belly, every instinct I have urging me to drive deeper, to bury myself in her snug warmth. But this is about her, about pleasing her, about giving her everything I can give her, because what she's given me- Jesus! -what she's just given me was priceless, far beyond anything I deserved.

I can feel her trying to relax, working through her pain.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, stroking her hair, raining kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, and her forehead.

She smiles at me, her soft brown eyes with amusement. “It's not bad, really.”

“Sure?”

She nods, her smile widening. “I promise.”

I withdraw and push back inside of her, slowly, without taking my eyes off her. I do it again, and again, going deeper each time, gradually stretching her past the pain until I’m completely buried in her.

The sensation is indescribable.

I moan, whisper her name, my body shaking. “Oh, honey, you feel so … Jesus Christ.”

She wraps her legs around my waist as I start to move in deep, slow thrusts, stroking the hidden places inside her. At that moment, I can feel myself surrendering to her, my heart, my body, my soul… everything.

Her hands her everywhere; my chest, over the curves of my shoulders, and the muscles of my

back. "I love you, Paul! I love you!”

The words spill out of her in a breathless rush, carrying the genuineness of her love to me. I can’t think, let alone verbalize a response to her. The ache inside me draws together in a tight, shimmering knot, as I continue to move over her, against her, inside her, our breaths mingling, our sweaty skin slapping desperately together as we struggle to reach the peak.

“I’m not going to last, baby,” I gasp out. She feels like heaven.

She wraps her arms tightly around my shoulders as if to reassure me, and I increase my pace, slamming fast and hard into her until she cries out my name, her nails digging painfully into my back as she orgasms. Hard.

Her teeth sink into my shoulder, her inner muscles clenching around me as her body continues to tremble uncontrollably beneath mine.

Suddenly, my breath ceases, and I feel my control shatter, my body shuddering as I come apart in her arms, losing myself inside her with a deep, guttural groan.

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