Page 91 of Dial B for Billionaire

“Here,” he confirms, voice rough with need. “Now.”

“What if Karen comes back?”

“She won't. Not until we call.” His grin turns wicked. “We could fuck our way to Australia and back, and she wouldn't interrupt.”

The crude words send fire straight through me. I yank his belt free with one sharp tug that makes him hiss.

His hands grip my thighs, sliding under the skirt of my dress with delicious urgency. “Off,” he demands, already bunching the fabric around my waist. I lift my hips, letting him strip the dress away in one fluid motion.

“These too,” he growls, hooking his fingers into my underwear. The thin lace tears with a satisfying rip, his impatience sending a thrill straight through me.

“You're buying me new panties,” I gasp as his fingers find me, already slick and ready.

“I'll buy you a fucking lingerie store,” he promises, sliding two fingers inside me without preamble. “Christ, you're soaked.”

I cry out, my head falling back as he curls his fingers just right. “Bennett. Yes!”

His thumb circles my clit while his fingers pump into me, the dual sensation making my thighs tremble. “Youlike that?” he asks, voice rough with desire. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it when you fuck me with your fingers,” I whimper, grinding down against his hand. “It’s all I can think about whenever I’m sitting across from you. Your hands. On me. Inside me.”

“Fuck, Layla.”

“Don't stop. Please.”

“Wouldn't dream of it,” he growls, freeing himself with his other hand. His cock springs free, thick and straining, the head already glistening. “Need to be inside you. Now.”

I nod frantically, beyond words as he positions me over him. With one swift movement, he impales me fully, both of us crying out at the exquisite sensation.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “So tight around my cock.”

I brace my hands on his shoulders, rising and falling in a desperate rhythm. The angle is perfect, hitting spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids. “Yes, yes, God—harder!”

He responds by slamming me down on his length, the wet sounds of our coupling filling the cabin. “You like it rough, don't you?” he pants, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back. “Like being fucked like this?”

“Yes!” I cry out, shameless in my need. “Harder, Bennett, fuck me harder!”

He groans at my words, lifting me effortlessly, turning to press me against the nearest wall of the cabin. The cool surface against my back makes me gasp, but the sensation is quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of him driving into me with renewed force.

“Like this?” he growls, his hands gripping beneath my thighs, holding me open for him. “Is this what you need?”

“Yes. God! Yes!” My nails dig into his shoulders. “Don't stop!”

He buries his face in my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point as his hips snap against mine in a punishing rhythm. Every thrust pushes me higher, builds the pressure coiling at my core.

“So fucking good,” I moan as he pounds into me, the cabin wall cool against my back while his body burns hot against my front. His teeth sink into the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder, just hard enough to make me cry out in pleasure-pain.

“You're going to come for me,” he commands, one hand sliding between us to press against my clit. “Now. All over my cock.”

His words combined with the perfect pressure sends me hurtling over the edge. I scream his name, inner muscles clamping down on him as waves of pleasure crash through me. But he doesn't slow, doesn't stop, just keeps driving into me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I'm sobbing with overwhelming sensation.

“Not done with you yet,” he growls, carrying me to the nearest table without withdrawing. He lays me back, pushing my legs up and apart, opening me completely to his gaze. “Want to see myself disappearing inside you.”

He pulls out almost completely, the head of his cock catching on my entrance before he slams back in with brutal force. I cry out, gripping the edges of the table as he establishes a merciless rhythm.

“Look at you,” he rasps, gaze fixed where our bodiesjoin, his voice thick with lust. “Taking every inch. So fucking perfect.”

I arch my back, sensation overwhelming coherent thought. “More,” I beg shamelessly.

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