Page 150 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Old habits." His lips kick up. "I’d apologize for it, but I happen to know that it turns you on."
I chuckle, "So bloody cocky! Even when you’re apologizing to me, you’re full of yourself."
"And you love it." He lowers his head and kisses me deeply.
I reach down between us, unzip his pants. "Take them off," I demand, "I want to have you naked on me."
He raises one eyebrow, but complies.
I release him long enough for him to straighten. He toes off his boots, then shoves down his jeans and his boxer briefs. He stands still, allowing me to appreciate the full expanse of his chest, his narrow abdomen, the thickness of his cock that juts up against his lower belly, those powerful thighs, peppered with hair, the thick calves, and those beautiful feet that move toward me as he takes a step forward. He reaches down, pulls off my sneakers and socks, then unzips my jeans and pulls them off. I pull off the remains of my shirt and toss it away then lie back as he looks his fill. He rakes his gaze down my breasts, to the hollow between my legs. His nostrils flare. He curls his fingers around his thick shaft and pumps it once. The piercing glints against the almost-purple flesh. Moisture glistens at the tip and an answering dampness pools between my thighs. I part my legs, hold out my arms. "Come to me, baby, please."
He swoops down, covers my body with his. Oh, that solid weight of his. I’ve missed it. I draw in a breath and my senses explode with his scent. My core clenches and I can’t stop the groan that bleeds from my lips. He pushes up on his elbow, reaches between us to grip himself, and positions his dick against my entrance. He peers into my face, holds my gaze. "I love you," he whispers, then pistons his hips forward, impaling me.
A jolt runs up my spine as the width of his hips forces me to widen my stance even more. "Ohmygod," I gasp, "Damian."
He grips the back of my thigh, loops my knee over his arm, and folds my leg up and to the side.
The new position allows him to slide in even deeper, until he bottoms out against my pelvic bone. Ripples of heat, sensations of pleasure, coil in my core and I swear more moisture fills my channel.
"I can’t," he says through clenched teeth, "can’t hold on Flower. You’re too tight, too much."
I take in the gleam of sweat on his forehead, the color that smears his cheeks, the tendons of his throat that strain, as he holds himself immobile.
I flex my inner muscles around him and a growl rumbles up his chest. "Julia," he warns, "if you do that again, I—"
I clench around his cock and a shudder grips him. His shoulder muscles bunch and his lips twist, "I am going to fuck you now, babe." He pulls out, then thrusts forward with such force that my entire body moves up the bed. He plunges into me again and again, and the bed slams into the wall.
"Damian." I lock my arms around him, strain against his massive chest, as he pounds into me.
He lowers his forehead to mine, stares into my eyes. "Come with me," he commands as he buries himself inside me with a powerful thrust that sends a jolt of pleasure twisting up my spine. I throw my head back, tip my chin up and can’t stop the scream that boils up. He closes his mouth over mine, absorbs it as I shatter completely.
He pumps into me again and again. His muscles tense, his shoulders bunch under my arms, then with a hoarse cry, he empties himself inside of me. His climax seems to go on and on, as my body trembles in the aftermath of my own orgasm. I hold him close as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His big body covers mine as his muscles twitch with the aftershocks.
Finally, he flips onto his back, and takes me with him so I am positioned on his chest.
I press my cheek into the hard planes, count the beats of his thundering heart, as he folds his arms about me, enclosing me in his heat.
"Thank you," he whispers, and twines his fingers with mine.
"For what?" I turn to stare up at his face. This view… I’ll never get used to it.
"For being yourself," he replies. "For putting up with me. For taking me back."
I chuckle. "OMG, the alphahole being this polite?" I shake my head, "I bet it’s going to be sunny today."
As if in response, sunlight slants in through the windows and lights up the space with a bright yellow glow.
"The bust?" he asks after some time has passed. "I want it."
"It’s terrible," I tell him. "I can do better than that."
"It’s perfect." He smirks, "You didn’t think I was going to allow you to throw away my likeness, did you?"
I slap his shoulder.
"No, seriously." He opens one eye. "You cut through all of the macho bullshit and revealed a part of me that I have never acknowledged."
"It’s your strength," I say quietly, "that you feel things so deeply. It’s what makes your work so different."
