Page 17 of Auctioned to the Billionaire

His lips land on mine, and I’m instantly lost in him. It feels so right to be with him like this. It feels like the last eight months have been leading us here, like this was the only endgame for us.

His hands find the zipper of my dress, and I shiver as he tugs it down. Then, the fabric is pooling at my feet. I blink my eyes open, nerves and self-doubt starting to nag at me, but then I see the look in Hugh’s eyes as he takes me in.

Pure reverence.

That’s the only way to describe it. He’s looking at me like I’m perfect, like I’m the best thing that he’s ever seen. He’s looking at me like I’m his whole world.

“Your turn,” I croak, and he blinks, his dark eyes meeting mine.

He reaches for the collar of his shirt, and I stumble back a step as he pulls it over his head, and then my mouth drops open as his chest and torso are revealed.

I knew that Hugh was ripped, but it looks like all he does is work out. His arms bulge as he drops his shirt to the ground andreaches for his belt. My eyes trail slowly over his pecs and down his abs.

Holy shit! Is that a, I count quickly,one, two, three, four, five, six, seven…eightpack?

He pushes his pants and boxers down, and my eyes lock on his thick legs. They look like trees, and I’m momentarily distracted by them. Until he reaches down and wraps his hand around his cock.

“Jesus!” I shout, startling both of us. “It’s huge!”

“Uh…” he says, and then the strangest thing happens.

He blushes.

His cheeks actually turn pink, and I kind of melt inside.

Until my eyes stray to his dick again. Then panic grips me.

“Listen, I think that you’re great,” I start, and he chuckles.

“It will fit,” he promises me, and I shake my head.

“I highly doubt that.”

“It will. You can take me.”

I don’t believe him, but fuck do I want him.

“Prove it then,” I challenge him, and his eyes spark with desire as he closes the space between us.

I expect him to kiss me, but instead, he reaches for my thighs and lifts me. He carries me the few steps over to the bed and drops me down onto the soft mattress. My brain is trying to keep up, but Hugh is a man on a mission.

He reaches for my panties and tears them off, tossing the scraps over his shoulder.

“Oh, my,” I moan, and he grins.

“Ever wanted someone to do that to you?” He asks, and I nod.

“Uh-huh. I like this caveman side of you.”

He hums in response and then grabs my thighs and yanks my legs apart. He kneels at the edge of the bed, and I look down my body, staring at him with my mouth hanging open as his darkeyes lock on mine, and he bows his head slightly. As I watch, his tongue licks his lips, and then he’s burying his face between my legs.

“Oh! Hugh!” I shout, my fingers tangling in the short strands of his hair.

His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me in place. His mouth works me over, and my brain scrambles to try to keep up and make sense of all of the new sensations. Hugh is completely in control, and I’m powerless to do anything but let him have his way with me.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he pushes one thick finger inside of me.

“Oh!” I gasp, my channel clamping down on the intrusion.

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