Page 44 of The Billionaire's Baby
"Say it," I growl.
"Fine." She heaves out a breath. "I want you," she swallows, "I want you to make me orgasm. I want you to fuck me until—"
I propel my hips forward and impale her in one long, smooth stroke. Her eyes roll back in her head and she tightens her grip on my hair. Fire sizzles down my spine, warming my blood. My pulse begins to thud at my temples. "Look at me," I growl.
She mumbles under her breath.
"Eyes on me, Sparks."
She opens her heavy eyelids, then holds my gaze as I pull back then sink into her, burying myself to the hilt. She parts her lips and a tear runs down from the corner of her eye. I bend my head and slurp it up. Then without taking my eyes off of her, I thrust in and out, in and out. She holds onto me, moving with me, holding herself open to the battering I am subjecting her to. She meets me thrust for thrust, pushing up to accept me, as I plunge into her, again and again.
A shudder grips her and color smears her cheeks. "I am going to—"
"Come with me," I command as I pull out, all the way out, then lunge forward until my balls slap against her arse.
She throws her head back, and shatters. The ripples of her climax shudder up her body, her pussy clenches around my dick, and that’s when I come deep inside her. My orgasm seems to go on and on, until I slump over her body.
We stay that way, skin slick with sweat, her fingers entangled in my hair. Her body shakes under me and warmth spreads against my shoulder. I pull back, then glance down to find her crying.
My heart stutters and my skin suddenly feels too tight for the rest of me, "What’s wrong?" I pat at her hair, not sure what to do. Jesus, bringing a woman to fulfillment? That I can do, but a weeping woman…? How the hell am I going to calm her down? "Sparks?" I cup her face, "Did I hurt you?"
She only cries harder.
I pull out of her and straighten. She throws her arm over her eyes. Why is she trying to hide from me? I scoop her up and into my lap. She buries her head in my shoulder and continues to sob. Shit, this isn’t good. Why the hell is she still weeping? I rock her, run my fingers through her hair, try to calm her. We stay that way for a few more seconds until her crying slows down.
"Feeling better? I ask.
She sniffles, then rubs her hand across her face. "Let me go," she hisses.
"What?" I glance down at her in confusion.
She pushes against me and I raise my arms. She slips off my lap, almost falls on her arse, then straightens. She heads out of the galley area and toward the bedroom.
"Karina, stop." I jump up to my feet and follow her, through the bedroom and into to the bathroom. She closes the door and I hear the snick of the lock.
"Karina," I bang on the door, "let me in."
"Go away." Her voice reaches me—brittle, angry, hurting. Why is she hurting?
"What is it? What happened?" I place my ear against the door. "At least, tell me what’s wrong."
"Nothing’s wrong, I…" She turns on the shower, which drowns out the rest of her statement.Aargh!I dig my fingers into my hair and pull on it. "Open the damn door." I slam my fist into the wooden barrier. "Open, right the fuck now, or I swear, when I get my hands on you, I’ll make you pay."
The shower shuts off. There’s silence, a beat. Another.
Then, her voice barely audible through the door, she asks, "How?"
Huh?"What do you mean?"
"How will you make me pay?"
15
Karina
Is that all you’ve got to say for yourself after falling apart in his arms? Jesus, that orgasm… It was more than that… It was a seismic wave of epic proportions that carried me higher and higher, then fell away, leaving me to crash to earth. Had I blacked out for a second there? Maybe. I’d never come this hard before. In fact, I’d come with more vengeance than the last time when he’d tied me up; and I’d thought that first time had been intense. Ha, I should have known better.
Every time he fucks me, it will only solidify the connection between us. It is going to tie me to him, going to churn my guts inside out and spit me out, and I won’t be able to do anything about it. Hell, I don’t want to stop it. As soon as he glances at me, I’m all but ready to throw myself at his feet and beg him to take me.
