Page 175 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“I knew you were wearing a bikini,” he said as he pulled down the straps of my dress to reveal my bikini top. The soaked fabric of my dress clung to me and he pulled it lower, almost ripping it. He buried his face between my breasts as I grinded against him.
God, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I swear if you don’t fuck me right now, James, I’m going to die.”
He laughed. “I love when you’re pregnant. You’re insatiable.”
“If I recall correctly, you called me that before I was pregnant too.”
“You’re right. I just fucking love you.”
“And I love fucking you.”
“Is that really what you want right now?” He tugged on my hair, exposing my neck to him. His tongue traced my throat. “Because it’s been a while since I was rough with you.” He lightly nipped the side of my neck.
I moaned, grinding against him again. I knew he’d been more gentle with me recently. It was part of the whole reason why these last five months were important. It might be our last chance to go crazy. Hopefully not. But it was better to live it up while we still could. “Fuck me. Now.”
He grabbed my ass, lifting me closer as he roughly tore my bikini top down, giving him access to my breasts. He swirled his tongue around my hard nipple. My skin pebbled under his tongue.
What the hell was he trying to do to me? I didn’t need to be teased. I needed to be thoroughly fucked. So hard that it was hard to walk. Just thinking about it had me dripping.
He lightly bit down on my nipple.
Jesus.I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked. The buttons flew off in every direction.Oops. Not.I leaned forward, tracing his wet skin with my tongue again. I would seriously never getenough of the taste of his salty skin. I tried to push his shirt off his shoulders, but it was wet and sticking to his skin. I groaned in protest to the stupid shirt. I wanted to see all of him. I loved the way his tanned skin glistened when it was wet. I tore at the fabric like a wild animal, so distracted that I didn’t even realize that he’d lifted me up so that he could shove his pants down.
He pulled down on my hips, slamming his erection deep inside of me.
James.My nails dug in to his shoulders as we both moaned. God I felt so full. There was nothing better than being full of him.
He lifted my hips and slammed me down on him again.
Fuck.I take what I said back. There was nothing better than this feeling. Him guiding my hips for his pleasure. Like he was using me for his own release. I loved what my body could do to him. And even though he was in complete control, it made me feel like I was in control too. Each groan that escaped from his lips? That was because of me.
He started moving my hips faster, our wet skin sticking slightly. Adding this tiny slice of pain between the pleasure.
I didn’t even care that my knee was against a seat buckle or that I was dangerously close to bonking my head on the roof of the car. I just needed more. More of his mouth. More of the taste of his skin. More of him.
I finally managed to push his shirt off his shoulders. The friction of our wet skin pressed together and I moaned again. I ran my hand down his abs, tracing the muscles with my fingers.
He grabbed my jaw, probably harder than he meant to, and brought my lips back to his.
God, I loved when he was rough with me like that. I was panting. Moaning. Seconds away from screaming his name.
“Ride me, baby,” he groaned, his fingers easing their pressure on my hips.
He let me set the pace. But I didn’t slow down. If anything I was going faster than before. I spread my legs farther as I shamelessly rode him.
His fingers tangled in my wet hair, tugging hard, as he kissed my neck again. I could tell he was bruising my skin as he sucked on my neck, but I didn’t even care. He sucked even harder and it was like it had a direct line to my clit.
Yes, God, just like that.“I love seducing you,” I moaned.
“Oh, baby. You’re not seducing me.” He gently kissed the skin he’d just bruised. “I’mseducingyou.” He grabbed my hips again, his fingers almost painful as they dug in to my skin.
I pressed my hand against the roof of the car to make sure I didn’t slam my head against it. And it was the perfect leverage to match each of his thrusts.
One of his hands lightly grabbed my breast and his groans drove me mad.
“James, I’m so close.”
He flipped us over, my back slamming against the back seat of the car. He leaned over me and thrust into me hard.
