Page 35 of Kissed and Missed

His fingers abandon my clit and move to my entrance, plunging inside me without warning. My pussy, which has definitely not recovered from its transition from born-again virgin to Julian Ballard’s personal fuck toy over the last few days, aches at the intrusion.

“Such a little slut, spreading your legs for me. This is my cunt now, isn’t it Honor?”

The flood of arousal over his fingers at the question makes my cheeks burn and Julian’s eyes darken. “Yes,” I breathe, squirming as he pushes his fingers apart inside me, stretching my inner walls.

My eyes flutter shut as I succumb to the sensations he’s pulling from my body in slow, methodical strokes, hearing his low words of praise and my own moans. I feel almost high, lost in pleasure and excitement for what’s to come.

His. I’m his now. And suddenly, all the tension I’ve been carrying since I walked into that airport in California—so confident I was leaving this man behind forever—is gone. I’m his, and everyone knows. I’m his, and I’m so relieved I could cry.

“Julian,” I whine, my body beginning to shake as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, “please don’t stop,please don’t stop.”

Even as I plead, I don’t expect it to work. If the last few days have taught me anything, it’s that there’s nothing he loves more than working out new ways to make me come harder.

Except, today, Julian seems to be just as desperate as I am. “Oh fuck,” he groans, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth before switching to the other side. “You’re so goddamn sexy. Soak my hand. Come on my fingers, Valentine.”

My scream echoes off the high ceilings of the hotel room. I should be embarrassed, knowing Julian’s security staff ishunkered down in the next suite and are probably getting an earful of what their boss is doing to me. I’m not.

My eyes flutter open as he pulls his fingers free from my pussy, and I feel my lips part in a silent moan as Julian brings them to his lips and licks away my cum. Neither of us says a single word as he moves off the bed and, standing over me, lets his hands drop to his belt and deftly work it open.

The air in the bedroom is charged, almost vibrating with what is building between us, and I hear myself whimper as his cock falls free, heavy and swollen with need. Julian reaches back to rip his T-shirt over his head.

“I love how you look naked,” I tell him in a ragged whisper as he grasps my hips, dragging me to the edge of the mattress. To the rest of the world, he probably looks like the polished, professional CEO. They don’t see him like this, with his hair mussed from my fingers, his broad chest, dusted with dark hair, heaving. When we’re together like this, Julian Ballard is feral, and it’s all because of me.

I might be his, but he’s mine too.

Julian smirks like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, and my core pulses as I see him reach for his cock, gripping it tightly. “I’m nowhere near as pretty as you, baby.”

“You are,” I insist, my pussy pulsing as he guides my legs to rest flat against his chest. Julian’s gaze burns right through me as he presses the head of his cock against my tender entrance, pulsing in and out, just barely. “You really a—” My sharp cry echoes the one I made a moment ago, half pain and half pleasure, as Julian sheaths his length inside me in a single thrust.

Instantly, his expression transforms with pleasure, and it fills me with a primal, hot satisfaction that it’s my body making him feel that way. “Does it feel good?” I pant, eager for his praise.

“Every time,” he rasps, kissing my ankle. “I want my cum leaking out of your pussy when we walk into that event tonight, Honor. There are going to be lots of men looking at you, wondering what you have between your legs that has me panting after you like an old dog. They’re going to wonder how good you suck me, going to imagine how these perfect fucking tits bounce when you’re riding on my dick.” I cry out as he leans forward, bending me in half as he begins to thrust, swallowing my gasp with a hungry, possessive kiss.

“Julian,” I whimper when we break apart, utterly helpless to do anything other than take his cock as hard and long as he wants to give it to me.

His hands are planted on the mattress beside my head, caging me in as he drives into me, and instinctively, I know this isn’t going to last long. There will be plenty of times Julian Ballard fucks me for the enjoyment of it, when he stretches our pleasure out for hours and kisses every inch of my body. This is different. This is a man unleashed, taking what is his without apology, and ensuring that neither me, nor anyone else, could ever doubt who I belong to.

“I’m going to come deep,” he snarls, his jaw tight as he bears down on me, the muscles in the backs of my legs burning in protest at being held down like this. I don’t mind, though. Not at all. In fact, if he wants to fuck me like this every single day, I am totally on board.

The broad head of his cock is hitting the deepest parts of me, sending pain and pleasure curling up my spine, and making the muscles in my belly twist tighter each time. Sensing he’s close, I press my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit frantically.

It doesn’t take much.

I come with a loud cry, convulsing beneath him, and Julian snarls as he follows soon after. His eyes are locked on theplace where we’re joined, his jaw tight and chest heaving as wet warmth spreads deep inside me.

Oh my god.

I sigh happily as Julian pulls out, allowing my sore legs to fall back to his sides. He crawls onto the mattress beside me, and I scramble off the edge to cuddle against his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

It’s such a strange feeling, to know that the person you’re with is your future. Even with all the effort I put into prior relationships, I never had even a shadow of the certainty I’m feeling right now. This is it. I’m going to marry him. Someday, I’ll be Honor Ballard.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, brushing my hair back from my face and kissing my temple sweetly.

“Us,” I answer truthfully. “I’m happy.”

Julian’s chest quakes with a quiet laugh. “I’m glad. That makes two of us. I think—wait, are you okay?”

“Oh my god.” I scramble off him, sitting upright as something occurs to me that probably should have much earlier. How could I have forgotten this? What kind of woman just overlooks this very important detail? I whip around to meet Julian’s concerned gaze with round, horrified eyes. “What am I going to wear?”

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