Page 31 of Tempting the Billionaire
My core tightens, and I roll my eyes back.Fuck. My breath is coming out in ragged gasps. “Whatever you think I deserve … Mr. Bishop.”
“Fuck,” he groans against my neck, digging his fingers into the flesh of my breast.
He sits up suddenly, yanking me after him. He stands, leading me over to the couch where he sits and then pulls me over his lap so that my ass is in the air. I yelp quietly in surprise, but that yelp is replaced by a moan when he begins sliding his finger slowly along my slit.
I steady myself against the couch cushions, spreading my legs so he has better access.
“You like being bent over my knee like a bad girl?” he teases.
I bite my lip. To my utter shock, I do. I nod, but Ezra isn’t taking that.
“Do you?” he asks again, slipping a finger inside of me.
I gasp. “Yes,” I pant. “Yes, yes.”
I hear him chuckle, and he beings slowly thrusting that finger in and out of me. I moan, arching my back, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more.
He suddenly pulls his finger out of me, replacing it with a gentle yet firm slap across my ass. I shriek, more so in shock than from pain.
I feel Ezra lean down toward my ear. “Be a good girl and take what I give you,” he murmurs.
“Yes, Mr. Bishop,” I breathe.
I can feel his cock twitching beneath my belly at my use of his last name. I smirk, feeling all the more aroused knowing how much he likes that.
He inserts his finger back inside me, quickly adding a second to the mix, and soon I’m a whimpering mess while Ezra fingerfucks me to his heart’s content. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know Ezra can feel it too, because he roughly pulls out of me just before I tumble over the edge.
I whimper in frustration but resign myself to my fate. It’s torture, but I’m loving every second of it.
He starts again, working me up, up, up until I’m almost there, and then snatching my release away with a satisfied smirk. He does it again. And again. And again. Until I’m writhing on his lap, crying, begging, unable to think of anything other than him, him, him.
“Ezra,” I whimper.
“How long do you think you can take it, sweetheart?” he asks me.
I grip the couch, summoning every ounce of strength I have. “As long as you … need me to,” I stutter.
He caresses my clit, murmuring in approval. “That’s my good girl.”
He shifts, urging me to get up. I do, on wobbly legs. He stands, pointing to the floor. “On your hands and knees,” he instructs.
I do as he says, any semblance of dignity gone. At this point, I’ll do anything and everything for this man. Whatever he wants.
He slides down his sweatpants, revealing his hard cock. I feel him moving up behind me, and I then I feel the tip of him at my entrance. I moan in anticipation, sure I’ll come from just the feel of him inside of me.
He grips my hips, readying himself, and then he slowly slides the length of him inside of me. I gasp as he stretches my walls, splitting me open in the most delicious way possible. But he’s not gentle for long.
He immediately starts thrusting, jostling my body as he fucks me. He reaches for my hair at the base of my neck, pulling my head back as he pumps into me. I gasp and moan, submitting my body to him.
“You promise to be my good girl from now on?” he asks between thrusts.
“Yes,” I pant, the pressure within my core rising and rising. “I promise.”
“You’remine,” he growls. “Mine to love, mine to protect,” he thrusts into me—hard, “and mine to fuck.”
I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me. My limbs shake, and I lurch forward, my arms no longer able to hold me up. Ezra follows close behind, stilling as he empties himself inside of me.
He pulls out, quickly gathering me up in his arms as the waves of my orgasm continue to wash throughme. I cling to him, wrapped against his chest, as I come down from the high, whimpering softly.
