Page 72 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"What?" She stares, "Bu…but…you are already—"
"I’m not even half-way in."
"Oh," she whimpers, "oh, God."
"Hold on, Julia.’
"No.. Wait…"
I piston my hips forward, bury another inch inside of her and her entire body jerks, the motorcycle shudders, and I dig my heels into the ground to hold us upright. Shit, not the brightest idea, fucking her for the first time astride my bike… But hell, if this isn’t another fantasy come true. I lean into her, push the hair from her face, thrust my thumb between her open lips. "Suck me," I command, and she draws my digit inside her hot little mouth as I pull out then pump inside of her, burying myself to the hilt.
She bites down on my digit and holds on, both of her hands wrapped around my forearm, as I begin to fuck her. I thrust into her, filling her, stretching her, feeding my cock inside her hungry pussy. "Fuck, Julia."
She moans deep inside her throat, and my balls draw up, and my groin tightens. I pull my thumb from her mouth, lean over her, hold my lips close to hers, then thrust forward and into her, as I bottom out, against her pelvic bone.
Her eyes roll back in her head, she wraps her legs around my waist, digs her heels into my back and cries out, "Oh. My. God. Damian."
I hook my arms under her thighs, prop her legs over my shoulders, then pull out, and thrust into her again. I propel my hips forward, slant my body and pump into her again and again. Her back arches off the bike; she grabs onto my arms, digs her fingernails into my skin. I’ll be wearing her marks as surely as she wears mine.
"Come with me," I command, and she clamps her pussy around my dick. She thrusts her breasts up, nipples stabbing into my chest." Now," I snap, and she shatters, moisture flooding her core.
Shudders wrack her body, and she throws her head back and screams. I watch her as her shoulders jerk and her breasts tremble. I bend, nip at one nipple; she shivers. I kiss the valley between her breasts, lick her other nipple, and she whimpers. "Damian…"
"Shh." I nibble little kisses up her throat back to her lips, kiss her again and again. Tilt my mouth to hers, slide my tongue inside to play with hers. My cock jumps, my balls beg for release. I begin to move inside of her, thrusting into her hot channel, again and again. She flutters open her eyelids, entangles that soulful green gaze with mine. "You’re fucking beautiful," I pull out then plunge inside her in one long, smooth stroke that has me buried inside her completely.
"Oh," she gasps.
"Bloody hell." I grit my teeth, hold her gaze, "I’m going to—"
"Come inside me," she gasps.
That’s when I remember, I am not wearing a condom, and no way, am I going to come inside of her unprotected, not even if she’s on the pill.
I pull out and come all over her chest, her breasts, across her chin and her face.
Her breath comes in pants, in tandem with mine. My heart thuds so hard in my ribcage, I am sure it’s going to jump out. I glance down, then rub the gooey mess into her skin, about her breasts, into her nipples, down her curvy waist, and between her legs. I scoop up some of the mix, hold it to her mouth; she licks it off. I lean down, then kiss her, taste myself and her, and our combined cum, interlaced with that honey of her taste, and, fuck, if that isn’t the most erotic thing ever. My dick twitches against her core again. Her gaze widens, "Again?" she croaks.
That’s when my phone alarm goes off.
24
Julia
I watch from the window of my apartment as Damian pulls away on his bike. He’d insisted on escorting me to my apartment door, and seeing me in, then kissed me—on the cheek—before he’d left, without any promises or anything to raise any expectations in me in terms of when I was going to see him next. Not that I had expected anything else…
Well, okay, so I had. I mean, hey, a woman is bound to get her expectations up after that crazy scene he orchestrated on his bike. Holy shit, he shagged me on his bike in the middle of nowhere, then rubbed his cum into me. He also pulled out a bandana and wiped me down before helping me back into my clothes.
We hadn’t said a word to each other on the trip back—huh. Is that good or bad? It isn’t good, but is it bad? I mean, he had orgasmed too, just not inside me. And he hadn’t asked to fuck me again… And I hadn’t invited him inside the apartment either.
How could I, when the alarm that had gone off on his phone had been a reminder that he needed to get home to take care of his daughter.
Turns out, when you’re dating— Is this dating? Or should I call it fucking? Or perhaps it’s the ‘Damian’s 100 Ways to Get Julia to Orgasm’ game that we’re playing? Well, whatever you want to call it, it’s complicated, more than usual, when the guy in question is a famous rock star and a single dad, to boot.
And why the hell is he still holding me at arm's length from his kid? Doesn’t he trust me enough to take care of his child?
I drag my fingers through my hair and encounter a gummy piece of something… I slide it off, glance at it… It’s the remnants of when he came all over me… My belly clenches. Why the hell had I found that hot…and filthy…but a turn on? I squeeze my thighs together… I mean, I’d fantasied about kink…but never been part of the kind of escapades the man seems to have in mind every time we meet. Yep, Damian f’ing Savage gets a freaking 1000+ when it comes to being innovative. And he isn’t a selfish lover… I mean, he’s been entirely focused on my orgasms all through… And when I’d confronted him about it… He hadn’t denied that he loves to make me come. He seems to get some perverse pleasure out of it…Maybe more than that.
Why is that? What secrets is this man hiding from me? Why the hell does he come across as all tough and mean on the outside and broken on the inside? Well, shit… The classic combination. The bad boy rock star who’s hurting and waiting for the right woman to come along and save him… Ha! I snort. That’s one that belongs in romance novels.
