Page 37 of Surprise Baby for My Enemy Billionaire

He reaches out and tears my thong off me. He holds the torn, soaking wet material in his palms, brings it up to his nose, and sniffs it.

I rub my naked thighs against each other, hungry for him.

“Spread them apart,” he mutters almost instantly, his eyes on me, and I obey.

He lets out an appreciative sound, and even his subtle approval reignites my flame. He leans closer and reaches out, running his fingers across my lips. The touch is so swift that I’m barely able to feelthe pleasure before he pulls back, holding his now wet finger in the air.

“I want to see you suck yourself off me,” he says. He does not wait for me to agree or disagree. He pulls me closer by the hem of my tracksuit and slips his fingers past my lips.

I’d done this the last time we were together. But this time, it feels…better.

Because he’s tellingme to do it.

I’ve never been the one to let a man tell me what to do,but I realize that right now, I like being controlled.

I press myself against him, wanting him to slip inside me. But Bran doesn’t do that. He rids me of my tracksuit top. I’m completely naked while he’s still clothed. He looks down at my bare breasts, his gaze filled with need.

“I could fuck you forever,” he says, his voice a deep rumble.

I collapse against him, my desire near ripping me apart. I want him to touch my breasts, to suck them, to do something.

But he merely stands there, as though mentally planning what he wantsto do to me.

I let out a huff of frustration. If it were any other guy, I’d have pulled him downwards and started to ride him.

But Brandon Stawarski commands respect in a way that tells me it’s impossible to have my way that easily.

And I likeit.

I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up. But his reflexes are faster than lighting. He reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling me away from him. And then, with his free hand, he spanks my ass. Twice.

A moan rips out of me, both from surprise at his actions and surprise at myself for how much desire it sparks.

He’s punishing me,I realize. Not just for trying to touch him. But for writing that article.

A month ago, everything about this foreplay would have turned me off.

Now, though…

The thought that a bit of our rivalry outside the bedroom is part of our sex tonight makes me tingle in anticipation. It makes me want to wait for what will happen next.

And it makes me want to tousle with him.

I turn around so my backside is directly against him. Bran spanks me again, but before he can do it a fourth time, I press myself against him, just like I’d done at the wedding. Only I’m completely naked now, and he’s even harder than he was back then. I arch my back so my pussy is pressed against his erection and grind against him.

The groan Bran lets out tells me I’m starting to win.

He reaches out and yanks my waist towards him, guiding me so I grind against him even better. The front of his pants is soaked in my fluid, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He lets go of my waist to strip himself free of his pants, and all of a sudden, I’m grinding against his naked thigh.

“Bran,” I gasp, wanting more than anything for him to slip himself inside me.

But he holds off, holding my waist to the side, so I’m far away from his erection. He straightens my torso, so my back is resting against him. My breasts are suddenly in his palms, and he’s touching my nipples, his breath hot in my ear.

I arch my back, desperate to feelhim. But he continues to hold himself off. He spanks me again, and this time I know he’s punishing me for daring to try to take charge.

“I want you now,” I pant. I’ve never wanted anything more.

“Beg me,” he mutters in my ear.

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