Page 120 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"I am going to fuck you now."
I swallow. He strums the swollen lips of my pussy and a trembling starts from deep inside.
He releases his hold on my breasts, only to wrap his fingers around my throat. Panic bubbles up from somewhere deep inside and my skin stretches until it feels too tight. He presses his thumb to the pulse at the hollow of my neck.
"Shh." His warm breath lifts the hair at my temples. "Let me do this right for you, Bird."
I shiver.
"Focus on my touch, my heat, my voice; forget everything else. Follow my lead. Can you do that, hmm?"
I nod.
"Good girl." His warmth cocoons me, his thighs cradle mine, his fingers play with my pussy. He nudges my wet entrance with his dick, "Do you trust me?"
No.
No.
I nod.
His chest expands behind me and his muscles seem to go solid. "Hold onto me." His shaft nudges my wet entrance; his grip on my neck tightens.
He thrusts forward and his dick fills me. I gasp; my thighs clench.
Tendrils of heat coil deep inside, as the pressure at the base of my spine grows.
He stays there, and I draw in a breath. His cock pulses inside of me and a moan wells up.
"You okay?"
"Y... yes."
His muscles tense; his arms vibrate with the stress of holding up his body weight.
He pulls back, then pumps his hips forward. Pain slices through me, the pleasure welling up on its heels.
The vibrations slam against the fingers that stroke my throat and I can sense every single separate intonation.
"Shh, let me make this good for you."
His lips touch my nape. Pinpricks of heat radiate out from the contact. He draws my hair aside, nibbles on the skin at the juncture of where my neck meets my shoulder. I shiver. He licks his way down the curve of my arm, then bites down.
My sex clenches; moisture pools between my legs.
A groan rumbles up his chest. "You're killing me."
He buries his nose against my skin, "And you smell so fucking good."
A pressure begins to build between my legs...
"I can't hold back, Bird. I have to move."
I jerk my chin, bite down on my lower lip. "Please." The word spills from my lips.
"Thank fuck." He tilts his hips and thrusts, sliding into me again. Too much, too full. Pain thrums up my spine. I huff, curve my spine.
"Shh." He kisses the side of my neck, then fastens his teeth on my earlobe. He tugs and a melting sensation unfurls somewhere deep inside.
