Page 28 of The Billionaire's Baby
Something nudges at the opening of my slit and I stiffen.
"Shh." He massages the curve of my waist. "Relax." He stays right there, with the head of his cock teasing the opening of my entrance. I draw in a breath, another, force my shoulder muscles to unwind. I am not giving in to this man, not that easily. I will not allow him to overwhelm me. I push my cheek further into the mattress, widen my knees further.
He slips inside me, and a shudder of heat ripples up my spine.
He pulls out, then rubs his dick across my pussy, and again. My belly flip-flops. My thigh muscles shudder. He drags his cock up the valley between my butt cheeks, teases my back hole. I clench my butt.No.I shake my head.Don’t you dare.
"You’re going to ask me to take you there one day. You know that, right?"
I snort, then cry out when he thrusts into my melting channel in one smooth move. Goddamn him, how does he always find a way to surprise me?
He stays there, his throbbing length buried inside of me, stretching me, allowing me to adjust. As if that were possible? How can he fill me up so? How can he be so bloody big?
He bends over, and the warmth of him sears my back. He wraps my hair around his palm, tugs my head up and toward him. He presses his mouth to mine. "Give in to me," he whispers.
No!I shake my head.
He straightens and pulls out in one smooth move, only to thrust into me with such force that my entire body jolts. The bed frame protests. He plunges in and out of me, in and out.
He releases his hold on my hair, only to squeeze my butt with just enough force that I squeeze my inner muscles around him
A groan rumbles from him. "You’re so hot, so tight. You feel incredible, Sparks."
He propels his hips forward and impales me, hits that spot deep inside me again and again with such precision that I gasp. The climax sweeps up my thighs, my spine... Explodes behind my eyes with enough force that I throw my head back and scream as I fall apart. He continues to thrust in and out, then wraps his fingers around my neck. He bends over me, kisses me on my lips once, then whispers, "I am going to fuck you now."
Wait, what? What the hell is he talking about?
He pulls out, then impales me in one long, smooth stroke that fills me up completely. I can’t stop the moan that spills from my lips. He begins to pound into me, fucking me as he’d promised. With every stroke his balls hit my sensitized clit. Each time he sinks into me, ripples of heat shoot up my spine. My knees tremble and my toes curl. I can’t come again, not so soon, surely not.
He tightens his grip around my neck, enough that my lungs begin to burn. Spots of darkness creep in along the sides of my vision. He tilts his hips and buries himself inside me with such force that I can feel every ridge and bump of his shaft.
A trembling grips me. He releases his hold around my neck, allowing the oxygen to rush to my lungs. He leans over, and commands, "Come," and I shatter as he comes inside me.
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I watch her sleep, her eyelashes dark against her cheeks. Her lips are parted. Her hair in tangles from how I’d wrapped it around my palm and tugged. She’d climaxed again, and watching her fall apart on my cock had been the sweetest thing ever. I’d unbound her right after, pulled her up the bed and into my arms. She’d fallen asleep with her head on my chest, her arm flung around my waist. I’d wanted to drift with her, but the thought that she could possibly, very soon, carry my child… A hot sensation stabs at my chest. Somehow, this is not what I had bargained for when I had set out on this trip. Or when I had proposed that she accompany me on my trip home as my pretend wife. I hadn’t expected to feel…this pull…this need to take care of her. This need to push her away, yet make her climax again.
I slide out from under her, pick up the rope from the floor and fold it into a figure eight. I place it on the coffee table, slip on my jeans, and walk to the cabin of the ship.
I pick up the satellite phone and dial.
"Mr. Beauchamp?" Edward answers the phone. "Where are you calling from this time?"
"I'm on my way to Lille in France to see my family."
"Don’t you like your alone time on these trips? To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Considering four of the Seven have seen fit to tie the knot and Baron’s unreachable…well…"
"You mean I was your last option?"
"Currently, my only option."
"Don’t tell me," his sigh is loud over the waves, "woman trouble, huh?"
"What makes you say that?"
