Page 406 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"I'm sorry. I do trust you."
"You trust me with your body." He ran his hand down the side of my waist and over my hip. "You're so beautiful." His voice sounded sad.
"James, I trust you."
"Not entirely."
"I do."
"Then prove it."
"What?"
He sunk his finger deep inside of me.
Fuck.I was just about to arch my back, but he grabbed my breast hard and held me down against the desk.
"Stop moving." His voice was forceful. He slid another finger inside of me, stretching me wide, and squeezing my breast even harder.
My body squirmed and his fingers immediately slid out of me. His tongue lapped up the coffee. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach and poured more coffee.
I felt his breath between my thighs again.
"If I wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn't have proposed to you." He thrust his tongue deep inside of me.
Oh my God.I could feel his anger with each ferocious stroke. He was devouring me. I knew he was punishing me, but it felt so amazing. His tongue was even warmer than usual because of the hot coffee. It felt unbelievable. I moved my heels to the edge of the desk so that I could get some leverage to match his strokes, but his tongue stopped and the warmth was gone. "James." Iwanted to grab the back of his head and hold him in place. I pulled against my restraints again.
"Stop moving." He lapped up the coffee, his tongue somehow even arousing me when it wasn't deep inside my pussy.
"James, this isn't proving..."
He grabbed my hips and flipped my body so that my stomach was pressed against his desk. My feet barely touched the ground. I could feel papers sticking to my stomach. He slapped my ass hard. "Why aren't you listening to me?"
I liked the sting of his palm. And he knew it.
He slapped me again. "Why don't you trust me?"
"You proposed when we were still in Delaware. You could have changed your mind. It's been two and a half years."
He slapped my ass again.
Fuck.
He slapped me again in the same spot and then gently massaged my ass cheek. "And all I've done is love you."
He was right. Each and every day, he always told me and showed me just how much he cared. I didn't doubt his love. I was an idiot for thinking those pictures were real. "James..."
He slapped my ass again and slid his fingers back inside of my wetness. Not slow and loving, but fast and rough. He was fucking me hard with his fingers and I couldn't focus on what he had just said like this. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands as he picked up his rhythm. I needed more. As if answering my unspoken thoughts, he ran his thumb against my clit. I moved my hips back into him.
His response was a hard slap against my ass. "You're getting cold feet."
I clenched around his fingers, feeling them even more intensely. "I'm not."
His fingers moved even faster. "Don't you dare come."
"James..."
He slapped me again. "Not until I tell you to." His thumb began to massage my clit in rhythm with his fingers fucking me relentlessly.
