Page 18 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

CHAPTERNINE

Thomas

But I can’t stop, not even after she’s mentioned permission. Her ass feels too perfect in my hands. I massage her with both hands, leaning down to kiss her. She turns her face away, but her desperate whimpers tell me she’s enjoying this. So does the way she shifts against me, pushing her hips back so that her ass grinds against my hands.

“I told you… I want answers.”

“And I toldyou,” I growl, “I’ll punish you if you don’t learn to behave. Stick your ass out. I want to watch it shake when I spank you.”

I kiss her cheek, then move down to her neck.

“What if I said no?” she says, staring wide-eyed at me. “What then, huh?”

“You’re not going to say no.”

I spank her thick, delicious, creamy ass again, watching as it ripples through her skirt.

“Hmm,” she moans. “Oh Thomas, what are you doing? This is just crazy.”

“You haven’t seen crazy yet,” I snarl, then take her by the shoulders and turn her around. “Hands on the sofa, now.”

“The what?”

I smirk as she looks at me over her shoulder, straight brown hair falling across one eye. “The couch.”

“Oh…”

“Now, Amelia.”

Her expression becomes sassy as if she’s debating telling meno, but then the lust takes over inside her. Is it lust, or is she going along with the ride because of my billions? Bloody hell, I can’t think about that, not when she claws onto the back of the sofa and sticks her ass out. Her skirt rides up, showing her thick legs clad in tights.

I grab her skirt and pull it up the rest of the way.

“No…” She shifts away from me. “Not my tights. Not my underwear. This is enough already.”

I slap her ass, staring in awe at the spot of wetness that has appeared on her tights, seeping through her knickers.

“Tell me you don’t want it.”

Her moan sounds like she’s fighting some inner battle. It’s as if her desire is going to war with her common sense. This could all be an act, a ploy to make me believe she wants this, but look at that spot of wetness. Her juicy pussy is leaking for me, her young slit gifting me with all her cream. I can’t think about the billionaire rubbish right now—only her body, the heat, the urgency.

“You can’t just…”

But I can. She needs to learn that quickly. I grab her tights and pull them down, revealing the round pale globes of her ass. Her skin has turned a gorgeous shade of pink from my attention. Her knickers are white, the wetness turning them slightly transparent, showing me her pink hole and thick lips. When I grab her knickers, she stands up.

“No sex. I mean it.”

I smirk and wrap my arms around her from behind, rubbing her tits through her shirt as I kiss her neck, tasting her sweat. Every part of her is so much sweeter than I knew she’d be, which should be impossible. She grinds against me, her bare ass rubbing my cock through my trousers.

“You want it,” I growl.

She spins, facing me, suddenly full of passion.

“I saidno sex. God, this isn’t exactly how I planned on losing my virginity.”

Her hand flies up to cover her mouth like she can push the words back in. Oh, bloody hell, I think I’m about to explode. Come rushes up my shaft and makes my end bulge. My tip sears hotly as wave after wave attempts to shoot out of me, but then I take a breath and warn myself not to let this show.

A virgin. Mine, only mine… forever. No other man will ever fuck her tight, young slit. Her inexperienced hole. She reaches down as if to pull her tights up.

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