Page 87 of Worth Every Penny

His fingers enter me again whilst he tends to my clit with his mouth.

I’m embarrassingly turned on, my hips rolling against his chin, his tongue, seeking more of him. I want him to demolish me, destroy me, devour every part of my body. I’ve never needed anything as much as I need this. It feels as though all the years of longing for him, waiting for him, craving him, are demanding satisfaction at once. It’s driving me to distraction.

He presses his palm against my stomach and pins me to the bed as the fingers of his other hand exert pressure against that sweet, sensitive spot inside me with absolute precision. The flat of his tongue swipes up my swollen clit, and he sucks it between his teeth.

I’ve never been handled with such skill. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, angling my hips towards his mouth, forcing that desperate ache building within me against his tongue. I grab the back of his head with both hands, pushing his face harder between my legs.

“Oh, God,” I groan, thrusting my head back against the pillow. Sparks ignite at the apex of my thighs, shooting through my hips.

“That’s not my name—”

“Oh, shit, shit. I’m close, don’t stop. I’m going to come—”

“Not yet.”

He stops and I stare down at him, his lips and chin gleaming with my wetness.

“What?” I squeal. “No, please—”

He kisses me, and I can taste myself on him. His mouth shifts to my ear and he sucks on the lobe before he says, “I’m claiming you. Every inch of your body, every one of your orgasms.” His lips brush my cheek as he dips his mouth to suck my neck like he wants to brand me, making electricity fizz beneath my skin. “You’re. All. Mine.” His voice is low and full of a lustso possessive that the sound trickles down my spine, pooling between my legs like warm molasses.

I’m only just recovering as he pulls back, flashing me the sexiest smirk that has me wanting to shed the last of my clothes. He tugs his trousers and boxers down, kicking them off before kneeling over me with his fist around the base of the biggest erection I’ve ever seen. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip.

He must see the alarm on my face, because he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. “We can take it slow.” He frowns and glances at his watch. “Not that slow.”

I laugh.

“Should’ve taken you to Rome,” he says. “Longer flight time.”

“Stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He moves his fist up and down his dick, and I’m mesmerized by the motion. He’s so beautiful, every perfect inch of him.

“Shit. Condom.” He stretches across me, opens the top drawer of the bedside table and pulls one out, ripping the packet open with his teeth. He rolls it on so fast I’d have missed it if I’d blinked.

He straddles me, lowering himself to his elbows, so he’s right above me, lining himself up at my entrance.

I want to savor the moment our bodies meet. I’ve dreamed of it so many times, and now that it’s happening I don’t want a second of this ecstasy to elude me.

He slides in, just an inch. “So tight,” he murmurs appreciatively, as the burn of the stretch forces me to bite my lip.

“Ready?” he asks.

I nod, and he thrusts again, filling me entirely, fusing our hips. Finally.Finally. A wave of joy rushes over me. It’s so overwhelming, I could weep. I grab his glutes, forcing him deeper, hooking my legs up and over, my heels against his arse.

With each thrust, he simultaneously hits my clit and some deep spot inside that hasn’t ever been reached before.

The filthy sound of our bodies slamming together fills the cabin. Pleasure radiates from that deep, hidden place, building and building, fogging my mind, flooding my body.

I’m moving against him, onto him, into him, seeking the release until it bursts, rolling through me in stormy waves.

I scream with each shocking jolt of pleasure, and with each of his thrusts the headboard bangs against the wall. If it wasn’t nailed in place, we’d bring the flight down.

“Oh, God.” I tear at him with my nails, scratching welts across the taut muscles of his arse. I could be drawing blood, I don’t know.

He growls, whether in pain or pleasure I have no clue, but the noise is such a turn on I’m beside myself with ecstacy.

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