Page 107 of Dial B for Billionaire

“Hold on to me,” he commands, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist.

With one thrust, he's inside me again, the new angle making him feel impossibly deep, and I cry out at the sensation.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, setting a punishing pace. “You take my cock so beautifully. So fucking amazing.”

I cling to his shoulders, completely at his mercy as he drives into me with relentless force. Each thrust pushes me higher against the wall, my body trapped between the hard surface and his harder body.

“I love fucking you like this,” he pants against my neck. “Love feeling you helpless in my arms. You're mine, Layla. Say it.”

“I'm yours,” I gasp, the words torn from my throat. “Only yours.”

“That's right.” His teeth find my pulse point, biting down just hard enough to mark me. “My pussy. My woman.”

The possessiveness in his voice combined with the relentless pressure of his pounding has me climbing toward another peak. I can feel it building, that familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“Bennett,” I moan, head falling back against the wall. “I'm going to come again.”

“Not yet,” he says, suddenly stopping his movements. “Not until I say so.”

I whimper at the loss of friction, my body clenching around him desperately. “Please?—”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come,” I beg shamelessly. “I need it so bad.”

His smile is wicked. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He resumes his thrusts, even harder than before, and within seconds I'm dissolving in his arms, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. My vision whites out, sensation so intense it borders on pain.

But he's not done with me yet. Still buried inside me, he carries me to the couch, turning me around and bending me over the back of it. The position leaves me feeling vulnerable, exposed, and impossibly aroused.

“I love seeing you like this,” he says, hands running over my ass before positioning himself at my entrance again. “Bent over, ready for me to do whatever I want to you.”

When he enters me from behind, my knees nearly buckle. I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked, so impossibly turned on that I’ve come numerous times. But here Iam, taking him deep, my insides coiling again as he sets another punishing pace. I think I might die as his hands clutching my hips with bruising force.

“You're dripping wet,” he groans, hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. “I can feel you soaking my thighs.”

The sensation is too much. Stars explode behind my eyes as I wonder if I’m about to pass out.

“I can't,” I babble, overwhelmed by sensation. “It's too much?—”

“You can,” he insists, never slowing his relentless pace. “Give me one more. I want to feel this pussy squeeze my cock again.”

I shake my head, certain it's impossible, but he's already proved tonight that my body is capable of more than I ever imagined. His fingers tease my clit with expert precision while his length drives deep inside me, and I feel myself climbing that impossible peak again.

When this orgasm hits, it's so powerful I actually scream, my knees giving out completely. Bennett catches me around the waist, supporting my weight as aftershocks ripple through me.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice heavy with approval. “So fucking good at coming for me.”

The praise sends warmth flooding through my chest even as my body continues to tremble with residual sensation. He's still hard inside me, still needing his own release, and I love that I can give him this, want him to take all that I have, give me everything of him.

“Bedroom,” I manage to gasp. “I can’t stand anymore, and I want you to come inside me.”

He groans at my words, carefully withdrawing beforelifting me in his arms. My legs feel like jelly, useless, but he carries me like I’m made of feathers.

This time when he lays me on the bed, there's something different in his touch. Still heated, still desperate, but gentler now. More reverent.

“I will never tire of seeing you like this,” he says, voice hushed as he enters me slowly, letting me feel every inch as he fills me. My oversensitive body clenches around him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. “So open. So mine.”

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