Page 86 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Take it all off," he commands.
I reach behind my back to unhook my bra and my breasts spill out. He inhales sharply. A flush steals up my throat.Don’t stop, don’t, not now. Show him he doesn’t scare you.I drop the bra, then slide my fingers into the waistband of my panties. I slide them down, and his entire body stiffens. I kick aside my panties, straighten, and cry out to find he’s stepped forward, into my space.
"D… Damian."
"Shh." He reaches out to push aside a tendril of hair that’s stuck to my cheek. "So beautiful."
My knees tremble. I press them together to stop myself from losing my balance.
He drags his finger down the line of my throat, between my breasts, to my bellybutton. My toes curl. He pauses at the top of my pussy, and I shiver. An aching emptiness claws in my lower belly. It’s always like this… Jesus, he only has to touch me and I am sure I am going to come apart or go right over the top, and he hasn’t even touched me properly.
"Tell me what you want," he commands.
"No." My voice cracks and I swallow down the ball of nervousness that blocks my throat.
"You sure about that?" He sinks to his knees between my legs, fixes his mouth on my cunt.
I yell out, "Ohmygod!"
He grabs my butt, one large palm on each butt cheek, and squeezes.
A trembling sweeps up my back. "Oh," I gasp. "Oh!"
He plants his shoulders between my thighs so I don’t have a choice but to part my legs, then he proceeds to lick me from my backhole to my clit, again and again. My entire body bucks; I dig my fingers into his hair and tug. He growls against my core, the vibration seeping into my center and mixing with the melting hunger inside that ebbs and flows and throbs in tandem to each suck of his mouth as he devours my pussy.
"Jesus," I throw my head back and pant.
He thrusts his tongue inside my channel and I moan.
He slides his finger in between my butt cheeks and fingers my puckered hole, and I whine. It’s filthy, damn him. It’s the part of me that I’ll never get used to him touching, and yet… Oh, my… Shivers of pleasure trickle down my legs, up my spine, radiating out from where he’s touching me, kissing me, biting me.
"Damian," I howl as he tugs on my swollen clit. "Damian."
He rises to his feet, carrying me by the tops of my thighs as he swivels around and backs me into the closed bathroom door. He reaches between us to lower his zipper and I glance down in time to see his cock spring out. Thick, large, with a vein running up the side, the swollen head is angry and throbbing and "Holy crap!" I gasp, "A piercing? You have a P/A! How the hell didn’t I notice that earlier?"
"Maybe you were too busy?" I hear the smirk in his voice and know I should retort, but bloody hell…Not only is Big Daddy D well-endowed, but also the best part of him wears a crown.
Umm, hello, back up.I snort.
"What are you thinking?" He frowns.
"Umm… Just that…" I reach down and tug on his P/A. He growls and his dick lengthens. I swear, it lengthens further.
"Oh, wow," I gasp, "That’s, uh, bigger than I thought."
"But you knew that already."
"There’s knowing and, uh, seeing." I swallow, "How the hell did that…that monster cock of yours fit inside of me."
"Only one way to find out." He wraps his massive fingers around his thick dick…which stills does nothing to make it seem less threatening. If anything, it brings home just how large this man is… Everywhere… I steal a glance at his feet, still in his motorcycle boots… Yep, definitely big.
He pumps himself once from base to head and precum oozes from the tip. I swallow, my throat seems to dry up, and my core pulses, warming, throbbing, aching… I groan, "Please, Damian," I beg, "fuck me."
A shudder seems to grip his shoulders, "When you say my name, it fucking ruins me, woman."
He begins to push into me, then groans, "Fucking condom. I don’t have one."
"I… I am on birth control."
