Page 48 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

“Let me touch you.” He grabbed the shampoo and applied it to her hair, working it into a lather.

Kate hummed with pleasure, lost in the sensation of his fingers massaging her scalp. “I came in here to care for you, Warren. Not the other way round.”

“It pleases me to care for you.”

Judging from the hard bar of his erection pressing against her skin, it pleased him very much indeed.

By the time he moved onto washing her body, Kate realised that she may have been out of her depth. He was teasing her, she was sure of it, working the shower gel into her skin, getting painfully close to her nipples but pulling away at the last minute.

“Touch me, please,” she finally begged. Her voice was barely a whisper beneath the hot rush of the shower.

Warren groaned in satisfaction, digging his cock into her lower back. He bit her neck, hard enough to make her gasp. “You finally learnt some manners, then.”

She cried out as his fingers brushed against her nipples, puckered so tightly every touch was agony. Eager to give as good as she got, she attempted to twist her arm backwards and seize his cock, but Warren grasped it tightly. “If you want to touch me, then you’re going to do so begging on your knees.”

The very thought sent a rush of arousal below her navel, and Kate clenched her thighs together.

“But first, kitten, I need to finish washing you.” His fingers spread wide over her stomach before dipping deeper. Kate moaned when he cupped between her legs, but he whispered in her ear. “Hush. I don’t want you to make a sound, understand?”

She nodded, leaning her head back against his shoulders. His touch turned intimate, exploring her with sensual, practiced movements until it took all of her willpower to hold back her moans, until she writhed in his arms and sent pleading looks at him.

Finally, Warren rinsed her off, taking a last opportunity to explore her intimately. “Good girl,” he breathed, turning the water off. He dried both of them before leading her out past his walk-in wardrobe and into the bedroom proper. He took a seat on the midnight blue sofa, placing a cushion on the floor between his legs. “Kneel,” he ordered.

With a pliability that was unlike her, Kate’s knees bent. His cock jutted forward, as demanding as the man it belonged to. And she loved it.

“You know what I want.”

“I do,” she confirmed, licking her lips.

His heavy, strained breath was audible. “Then beg me for it.”

“Please let me suck your cock,” Kate said unabashedly, so turned on she couldn’t stand it. “Please.”

“Open,” he snarled, fisting his cock in one hand and circling her neck with the other, pulling her closer.

The salty taste of sin and seed leaked onto her tongue, but Warren held her there by her throat.

“Stay,” he hissed, his chest heaving as the reddish-purple head rested on her bottom lip. “Perfect,” he said quietly, smiling down at her.

A heady calm relaxed her shoulders, even as it ignited her arousal.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he promised her. “If you want me to stop, tap my arm. Do you understand?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled around his length.

And then he began to move. Slow strokes, at first, as though to test her boundaries, but soon his cock was hitting the back of her throat in increasingly fast motions that had her moaning around him. Her hands dug into his thighs until she remembered something from a porn video she’d once watched. Hoping she wasn’t going to hurt him, Kate began to play with his heavy sac. Gently massaging him as he’d done to her in the shower.

Warren’s answering moan had her thighs clenching together once more. “Ohfuck, kitten. I’m going to come. Tap my leg if you want me to pull out.”

She didn’t.

He came with a heavy, masculine groan, hot ropes of cum striking the back of her throat. Kate swallowed him down as his sac contracted in her hands, driven to madness by her arousal.

Exhausted, Warren’s head fell down against the back of the sofa, his pants coming thick and fast. His touch changed from dominance to adornment, brushing gentle touches against her cheeks. “You’re perfect, kitten. So perfect. Like you were made for me.”

I was, she thought.

Kate rested her head against his thigh with a languid smile. She shouldn’t enjoy this. She shouldn’t enjoy kneeling at his feet like a dog, brushing her face against his leg and waiting for attention, but she did.

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