Page 13 of Dedicated Billionaire

He stops abruptly, making me nearly tear out a chunk of his hair. “What?” I say, almost sobbing. “Please don’t stop.”

He laughs, half in frustration, half in sincere joy. “Carly, remember where are,” he hisses. “I’m fully prepared to get my ass beat for you, but not until after I sink my cock inside you and really give you something to scream about.”

I go still, trying to remember what I’ve been moaning, and how loud. Absolutely mortified until he drops his head and pushes his tongue deep and hard. Then I forget all over again. Where I’m at, who might hear. Nothing matters. Not even the future I was so worried about. Braden is making everything all better. The fact that he’s willing to take my brothers beating makes me want him even more.How did I get so lucky?

“I… I need more,” I say somewhat nervously.

I can feel him grin as he pushes deeper, runs the flat of his tongue harder against my most tender parts. I’m soaking wet and pulsing with need, wide open for him. And then, and then… he finds the exact spot, pushing hard, then soft, and hard again. Despite his tight grip on me, my back arches. I grab the pillow just as my moan gets louder. Braden doesn’t let up, keeps going, keeps bringing on those waves of pure pleasure.

I realize he’s let me go and my legs are clamped around his head as I start to come back down to earth. Letting the pillow fall away, I take long, slow breaths as best I can, my hands weak at my sides. I don’t remember letting go of his hair and I weaklyreach to run my fingers through it now, while he kisses the slick insides of my thighs.

“How was that?” he asks. I can hear the smugness in his voice, but it’s well earned.

“Amazing,” I say, heart still hammering double time.

He pulls himself next to me and kisses me, his mouth slippery with my own juices. His hard cock throbs against me and I turn into him, reaching down to push my hand inside his jeans.

He goes still when I wrap my hands around his pulsing shaft. A low groan rises up his throat as I start to stroke the velvety steel. He’s huge, absolutely massive. Not that I have anything to compare him to, but he fills my palm and takes a long stroke to reach the dripping tip.

Seeming to sense my new bout of nerves, Braden slips his fingers between my thighs and eases inside me, pushing and stretching. His forehead drops to my shoulder.

“How am I not already deep inside this tight little hole of yours?” he mutters, muscles quaking.

“Because you always take care of me before yourself,” I say, nuzzling my face into his chest.

He looks up at me, still tantalizing me with his fingers. His eyes are utterly serious. “That’s right. I do. I always will. This is real, Carly. I meant every word I said. You’re mine now.”

“Then you better take me.” I reach again for that big cock, smiling as he kisses me.

“I want to be inside you,” he says, rising over me. Playfully nipping at my shoulder, he groans as he pushes the tip of his cock against my opening. “God, I need you so much.”

Without waiting for my response, he plunges inside me, so deep I yelp, burying the sound in his shoulder. He holds himself still, bristling with barely contained energy, until I relax and sigh against his neck. “More,” I say. “Please, more.”

“I’ll give you everything,” he promises. And I believe him.

Deep and hard, his cock pounds inside me, stretching me to fit perfectly and bringing me to all new heights. “I love feeling all of you,” he says, giving me a proprietary look that makes me shiver with delight. “Your body is mine, and I can’t wait to come inside you.” His eyes light up with a passion that makes me cling to him.

“Yes,” I breathe into his neck. “Oh God, yes.” Every stroke of his thick cock inside me is driving me closer to another of those glorious orgasms he’s so good at giving, and I can’t wait much longer.

“I could fuck your tight little pussy all day long.” He pushes deeper and harder, groaning with every thrust. “Damn it, Carly. How are you so fucking perfect?”

“Harder, B, please harder,” I say, nearly whimpering. He feels so good. I’m so glad I waited for him.

“Fuck,” he snarls, moving faster. His eyes close as he drives so deep I have to turn my head into the pillow again to keep the whole house from hearing what he’s doing to me.

I’m already so close, but he slides his hand between us to find my clit, and the moment he swipes the swollen nub, I clench around his cock, biting down on his shoulder to muffle my cries. He goes and goes, filling me up with his hot seed until we’re both lying in a limp tangle.

I hold onto him, my arms around his neck. His face is buried against my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck. He breathes me in deeply and quietly moans something I can barely make out. The only word I catch is happy.

“Me too,” I say.

“I said the way you smell makes me happy,” he laughs. “Like vanilla and honey.”

“Oh.” I’m a bit embarrassed but not for long. Not wrapped up in Braden’s arms, not after what we shared just now. “Ithought you said you were happy, so I said, me, too.” Then I go all out and admit my real feelings. “You make me happy, Braden. You kind of saved me.”

He snorts and shakes his head, but I tell him it’s true. I’d been hiding how worried I was about my parents starting to pressure me in their own kind, caring way, to start the life they thought I should be living. I thought I had a couple more years before they really started doubling down, but all the suitors showed me my mom was dead set on getting me set up and on the way to a life that wasn’t going to truly be mine.

“You really made me see what it is I want,” I tell him. “And now I’m ready to fight for it.”

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