Page 93 of The Billionaire's Baby
"Have you brought other women here?"
I frown. "Only my grandmother, and I’ve never been inside this changing room before."
She frowns. "How do I know you’re not lying?"
"One thing you can be sure of, I’ll never lie to you. I’ll always tell you what I want from you upfront." Only I haven’t been able to confess the part I'd played in changing the course of her life thus far.
She tips up her chin. "Promise you won’t be with another woman for as long as we are together."
"I haven’t been with another woman since I saw you in LA."
"But that was…was…a year ago?"
I nod. "Why do you think I couldn’t wait to get inside your pants? Speaking of—" I reach forward and tug on the belt of her wraparound dress. It unravels—thank you God for fashion trends. The ends part to reveal the creamy skin of her breasts, the curve of her stomach, the sleek thighs and between them black panties that hint at the flesh within.
"Jesus," I growl, "you’re too fucking beautiful."
She raises her hands to my shirt and I shake my head. "Hold them behind your back."
"What?"
"Do it," I snap.
She swallows, then complies. The movement makes her breasts thrust out further. I lower my head to kiss the top of one of her creamy mounds and she shivers. I curl a finger under the waistband of her panties and tug. The fabric snaps and she draws in a breath. I tear off the material, then pocket it, before reaching down to lower the zipper of my jeans.
She glances down, then swallows. "No briefs?"
"I came prepared."
"You mean you planned this when you brought me here—?" She squeaks, for I’ve hoisted her up so she has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist. I walk forward until her back is flush with the wall.
Then, cupping her butt, I balance her, before reaching down to position my dick at her entrance.
She tips up her chin, her pupils dilated, her breath coming in short pants.
"Shit, this excites you, doesn’t it? The thought of doing it in a place which is only semi-private, where it will be clear to anyone outside that we are here, fucking?"
"Of course, not." She huffs, but her chin trembles. She licks her lower lip and the blood engorges my shaft.
"I need to be inside you, Sparks," I growl. "Now."
She tilts her hips forward and the crown of my cock breaches her. So fucking soft, so hot. A groan tears out of me. Her chest rises and falls, her tits spilling out from her bra.
"Touch your breasts," I urge her.
One arm still about my shoulders, she reaches up with the other to cup her breast, then pinches her nipple. That’s when I plunge inside her. She gasps, her hips flattening against the wall as I thrust into her again and again.
"Ari," she moans and my cock lengthens further.
Every time I pound her, her tits jiggle, and fuck me, if it isn’t the most erotic sight I’ve seen.
"Pinch your other nipple," I command.
She obliges instantly. Perhaps because she’s caught up in this combined lust that we share? The one time that we don’t need to negotiate or jostle for power. When I can give her pleasure and she can take. When the only thing separating us is the skin between us. Nothing else.
She tweaks the other pebbled nub, and a groan tumbles from her lips.
"Harder," I snap. "Pretend it’s my hands doing the job."
