Page 71 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Are you cold?"
"I’m naked, at the height of winter, in the middle of nowhere." She snorts, "What do you think?"
"Time to get you warm, huh?" I scoot her up the fuel tank, then press my palm to the middle of her chest. She obeys, beautifully. She stretches out, her head on the handlebars, her hair flowing over and down the headlight. I drag my hand down the valley between her breasts, over the slight curve of her belly to the warmth between her legs. She shudders, tries to close her thighs. "Don’t," I insist, "let me see you open for me, Flower."
She gulps, a flush spreads up her creamy skin, and arousal glints on the inside of her thigh. I scoop up the moisture, suck on it. She gasps.
I slide my finger inside her pussy and her entire body jerks. "Oh, Damian."
And there it is. When she says my name like it’s a prayer, when she squints up at me, gaze wide, tits standing up, nipples perky and ready to be pulled and teased and sucked on by me. When I slide a second and third finger inside of her sweet cunt and begin to work my digits in and out of her, and she brings her hands up to cup her breasts and squeeze them together, making an inviting hollow, all thought goes out of my head. I reach down between us, lower the zipper on my pants. A gust of wind blows her hair across her face just then. She reaches for it.
"Don’t," I order and she lowers her arm. "Squeeze your nipples."
She locks her forefinger and thumb around each diamond-hard tip and squeezes. A moan ripples up her throat. My dick hardens further as blood rushes to my groin. I grab my dick, take it out and squeeze it from base to crown.
"Damian, please," she groans again.
My shaft goes impossibly hard, my thighs spasm, the blood begins to pump at my temples behind my eyelids, at my wrists, even in my balls. I pull my fingers out of her, replace them with my cock.
She draws in a breath, tips her chin down, "Damian I—"
I thrust forward, breach her in one smooth movement.
She groans, "Oh, my God… Dami-aaan." She tries to wriggle away.
I grip her hips, hold her down "Easy." I glare at her. "Easy now."
"You’re…too big."
"Just right for you."
"I… I can’t…"
"You can."
I lock my gaze with hers, rub circles with my thumb into her clit, and stay…and stay… Allow her to adjust to my width, as she clenches around my cock. So hot, so tight. I grit my teeth, focus on not moving. Just a little more time, a few more seconds until she's ready.
She swallows, "Damian…" She licks her lips, "More."
My vision tunnels and all of my senses seem to pop. How the hell does she know exactly what to say to me? Something hot stabs at my chest, my ribcage tightens, and my breath catches in my throat. I slide forward, feed another inch of my length inside of her. "You’re so beautiful." The breath rushes out of me. "Flower," I growl.
She wraps her fingers around each of my wrists, her touch sparking off a fresh need that swirls down my skin, lodges at the base of my spine.
"Julia," I growl.
"D… Damian?"
I squeeze my eyes shut… Shit, I’ll never get used to her calling out my name… Something primal…primeval about it… Something so wrong…so right… So new and yet so familiar. Shit. Fuck… The tension in my balls grows impossibly big, the blood thuds at my temples, the beat growing louder, more insistent.
"Julia," I draw in a breath, "Julia…"
"I’m here, Damian."
I tighten my hold on her, dig my fingers into her soft skin. She’s going to wear my marks there… Good. I want that. I want every part of her body to bear evidence of my possession, of how I made her writhe and throb and yearn and cry out as she begged for more of my cock. "Julia," I growl.
"Look at me, Damian. See how much I need you."
I snap my eyes open, hold onto the hunger in those beautiful green eyes. "I…am going to fuck you now."
