Page 56 of Billionaire's Promise
"And what would that be?"
"To submit to my every wish, to trust me to do what is best for you. To allow me to play with you, fuck you, bend you over and bury myself inside you." He leans in closer and I have to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. "Your job will be to be on your back, thighs spread wide, to ride my cock and come all over my dick when I tell you to. To suck on my shaft if, and when, I decide you are allowed to. To turn over and loan me your arse if I decide that’s where I want to take you."
My cheeks flush, the drumming between my legs seems to grow big, bigger, huge enough to take over my body. Liquid heat seeps through my veins. Sweat beads my palms. Oh, god, I want him to do all of that, and more. I want him to use me as his personal fuck toy, to make me hurt for his pleasure, to take me like I am his. To empty himself inside of me like he belongs to me.
"What would you have me do first?"
His gaze intensifies. "You don’t get to ask the questions." His voice lowers to a hush, and I shiver. "Do you understand?"
I nod.
"Good." He pulls away and I lower my legs. He shrugs off his jacket, tosses it aside, then in one smooth move, reaches behind him, and with one arm, pulls off his shirt. OMG, that smooth move, that perfect, gloriously masculine, confident move… I gulp. My throat dries. All the moisture seems to have emptied to the space between my legs. His biceps flex and his chest planes undulate. I take in the expanse of his gorgeous chest, the sculpted eight-pack—yeah, definitely eight-pack—the concave stomach, the trail of hair disappearing down into his waist band. He pulls off his boots and socks, then unzips his pants and peels them off, along with his boxers. His cock springs free. Thick, long, it points up, the head dark and swollen, a vein running up from the bottom to meet the wetness that shimmers at the crown. It’s a beautiful cock. As beautiful as Edward’s. I swallow. This is wrong. I shouldn’t be comparing them, I shouldn’t. Why the hell can’t I stop thinking of one without the other? Especially when he is standing in front of me, gloriously naked?
Baron rotates his shoulders. He cracks his neck and the sound seems too loud in the space. My nerve endings pop. I take in a breath and my lungs burn. All of the oxygen in the room seems to have been sucked in by this larger-than-life alphahole who looks me up and down.
"Part your legs."
I blink.
"Now."
I instantly widen my thighs. His gaze drops down to my core and his breathing intensifies. His nostrils flare. "Look at you," he murmurs. "Already wet and glistening. You’re throbbing for me, aren’t you, little girl? Can’t wait to have my cock in your pussy. Can’t wait for me to impale you, to thrust inside you, and work my shaft in and out of you. To bury myself in you to the hilt and nail you until you can’t move for days."
"Oh." A moan bleeds from my lips. My pussy throbs. My stomach clenches. Moisture drools from my core. "Baron, please," I moan. "Please, please, please."
"Hmm." He winds his fingers around his fat dick and pumps himself, once, twice. His shaft increases in length, thickens, swells, and the crown throbs; precum drips from the slit on the head and my mouth waters. My fingertips tingle and I curl my fingers at my side.
"Do you want to touch me?"
I nod.
"Can’t wait to take me down your throat, and wrap your tongue around my length and suck me until I come?"
My pussy squeezes in on itself. The emptiness in my core grows bigger, wider, clawing at me, tugging on me, wanting, needing to feel that beautiful dick of his in between my legs.
"Yes." I gasp. "Yes, Baron."
"Not yet."
I blink.
"On your knees, little girl."
"What?"
"Don’t ask me to repeat myself."
I slide down from the counter, then sink to my knees.
"Good girl."
I flush. Shit, this is crazy. Why do I like his compliments? Why is it so important that he praise me? My nipples pebble. My breasts seem to swell. My pussy lips are so engorged…too engorged. I need relief. I need to find a way to fill that gaping space in between them. I need… I squeeze my thighs together and he clicks his tongue.
"What?" I scowl.
"No cheating."
"What do you mean?"
