Page 85 of The Billionaire Is Back

“Good,” I say, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. “You’re finally starting to listen.” Her face is still pouty, but there’s a beautiful anguish there. “But not yet. I need you nice and ready for my cock.” I position myself down between her legs again.

“Trust me, I’m beyond ready,” she whines, pulling at the ties.

“Oh, no. Trust me, you’re not,” I whisper against her pussy.

Her whole body shudders, and it’s magnificent.

One quick taste of her and I’m a goner. Nothing she could ever mix together in a kitchen will ever taste as good as her sweet nectar. If she ever figures out how much control she really has over me, body and mind, I’ll be in so much trouble. So for now, I will savor the pretense of controlling her body. “You feel how wet you are for me?” I flick at her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to make you even wetter?”

She shakes her head vehemently but whimpers, “Yeah.”

I swirl my tongue around her clit, lick up her center. She is so engorged and sensitive. The slightest touch gives her a jolt. I scoop her ass up in my hands, squeezing both cheeks hard and tilting her pelvis up so I can bury my face between her legs. Jesus, I could live in this place. There is no company on earth that I could buy that would make me feel as powerful and satisfied as I do making Claire come when I fuck her with my tongue.

I hear a muffled symphony of groans andOh my Gods, my name screamed out inrapturous agony.

She bucks and twitches and convulses.

When she suddenly relaxes, I suck on her clit and hold there as she clenches up, suspended in time, finally letting her ride out her orgasm. This is not a tension borne of work or shame or money troubles or expectations. This kind of tension is created from trying to contain the bliss that’s flooding her body. Bliss that I made her feel. It subsides and she collapses, and the moment I’ve been trying to get her to give in to finally arrives. She goes completely limp. Even if she wasn’t tied down, she wouldn’t be able to move.

Claire Sweeney is now relaxed.

Of course, I myself am still rock hard and so horny I’m pissed off. So, for not listening to me for so long, for making me wait to make her truly mine, I won’t be taking any pity on her. I quickly remove my boxer briefs and notch myself at her entrance.

She struggles to open her eyes, smiling up at me dreamily.

I hold myself there, ready to drive into her as soon as she says the magic word.

She pulls at her bonds, trying to lift herself up to kiss me. “Please,” she whispers.

And I thrust inside her. She is insanely wet and deliciously tight, my Little Sweeney. I don’t take it slow. I begin pistoning into her relentlessly. With her legs tied down, her hips remain still and I can get very deep, very quickly.

We’re grunting and moaning in unison.

“You’re going to come again.” It’s not a question.

“Yes,” she says on an exhale.

“Come for me, baby.” It’s an order. “Come for me.”

And this time, there’s no delay in her obedience. She releases another full-throated cry of ecstasy, and I follow immediately, spilling myself inside her.

Emptied out and spent, I collapse next to her, placing a gentle hand on her breast and kissing her shoulder. She hums and gives me a cute little wiggle, her wrists and ankles still bound.

She takes a full, deep breath. “Okay, I guess relaxing until we get home is the right idea.”

We both laugh. A sated, relaxed, deeply happy laugh of two people whose waking hours are the stuff dreams are made on.

She turns her head toward me. “Are you going to untie me?”

I pinch her pink nipple.

“Grady!”

I climb on top of her again, my face hovering inches above hers. I stroke her cheek, wiping away the soft exhaustion like sleep from her eyes. “I’m not done with you yet.” I kiss her, soft and slow, so she can taste her sweet self on my tongue, and then hard and deep, so she understands that I can’t get enough of her. “And I promise I never will be.”

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