Page 71 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
It’s so raw in its intensity, and I squirm, attempting to ease the ache between my legs. I’m already so worked up and we’ve only kissed.
I’m still sore from last night. A good burning sore, and I want more. I want him to burn through me like fire. Especially if he’s leaving.
I yearn to grab his bulge, cup him, but he’s holding my arms above my head. I try to wrangle free but he groans into my mouth and then breaks the kiss.
“Bad girl,” he says huskily.
God, that lights me up. I’ve always been a good girl, doing what I’m supposed to. Those two words are a kink I didn’t even know I’d like.
“Please,” I whimper. “I want to touch you, Austin.”
“Oh, you will, baby. We will touch every inch of each other, but damn. I have to have you. Like this. Up against the wall. This one’s going to be fast.”
He finally lets my arms go, but when I reach to cup him, he moves away. “So greedy.”
He strips in record time. His huge cock bobs against his belly, long and thick. I didn’t see much of him the night before, but now, in daylight, he’s impressive.
Oh God. My pussy is throbbing. Aching and clenching in need.
“Take off your shoes, Carly. Then your jeans. Then your panties. Fuck, take it all off. I want you naked. I want those gorgeous tits free.”
I tremble as I obey him without question while he rolls on a condom he pulled from the back pocket of his jeans. I watch, but in this moment I focus on getting bare. I want only to obey him. Only to—
He sucks in a breath. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
He stalks toward me, and in a flash I’m back against the wall. He cups my ass and lifts me. Automatically, I wrap my legs around his waist. In one motion, he pushes down and thrusts his hips up, driving his dick into me.
I cry out, the feeling so intense. So full.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back. He clamps his lips onto my neck as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts.
“Fuck, Carly. You feel so good.” His breath fans my heated skin.
Each thrust nudges his chest against my hard nipples and his lower body scrapes against my clit.
It’s wild. Feral even. His ragged breathing shows he’s just as lost in this as I am.
He’s bigger than the vibrator. More. He wraps around me, the hard wall at my back cool in comparison to his heat.
I climb higher and higher, until—
“Austin!” I burst into a climax so intense it radiates outward, to my fingers and toes, and then back to my core as my walls clench.
“Fuck, that’s so tight. You’re killing me.”
“It’s so good,” I moan. Because it is.
“That’s it, my Carly. Come. Come for me.”
Austin continues to thrust as I let the last threads of my climax tingle through me. With each plunge, he buries himself more deeply inside me, and I feel everything last millimeter of him as I pulse around him.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Fuck!”
He thrusts hard, and I’m so in sync with him that I feel him swell inside me before he holds himself deep and lets go. A deep, guttural growl escapes his chest as he slaps a hand against the wall beside my head.
I’m breathing hard, little aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through me. I want to stay like this forever. Held up and protected by him. Feeling him inside me. The two of us connected as one.
He stays there for a moment, embedded deep, his forehead wet from perspiration, and he leans against me, his eyes closed. Lost.
