Taken by Him (The Billionaire's Club 2)

Christ, he wanted her to smell like him on the plane on Sunday, wanted her to lie awake at night, shuddering in pleasure when she remembered him.

He heard her quick, indrawn breath, then the shaky way she exhaled it. His tongue penetrated her ear again, sending her body into a fresh wave of shudders, until he pulled back to stare into her face again.

He reached between her slim, creamy thighs and plunged two fingers into the tight, slick channel of her sex, stroking deep into her G-spot. Her whimpers became loud. Frequent.

His blood rushed like a firestorm in his veins at the sound. He pulsated from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet. He was s

o hot, so crazy for her. So fucking starved.

He felt animalistic with those sounds she made, gripped by a pure, primal instinct to mark her. Make her cry out his name. Take her body and submit it to his stronger one and leave his scent all over her.

Tension gathered within him, clenching his gut so tightly he would detonate like a nuclear bomb. His thumb brushed her clit while both fingers continued to twist and wrench inside her juicy little cunt. Her body went rigid all of a sudden, her throat working as her breath lodged inside her throat.

She was there. About to come.

Head spinning at the sight she made, he retrieved his hand and kissed her fiercely on the mouth. “You can’t come until I tell you to. That’s what you get for being such a bad little lady, Peyton.”

She bubbled out a “please” that made his temperature hitch another degree—something he’d thought was impossible—and now he was sure she was going to burn him to ashes today.

Burning inside his skin, Luke dropped to her feet and draped her trembling legs over his shoulders. His thumbs parted the soft pink petals of her pussy, and he salivated as it opened for him. He plowed his tongue into her wet sheath and felt her moan vibrate all along the length of his penetrating tongue.

Holy Jesus, he was getting drunk with just a taste of her.

Peyton Lane was a little bossy in bed, and usually, Luke rolled with it. But now he wanted this woman to know he was boss, and he wanted to turn her on so damned bad, he’d feel her aroused little moans down to his nut-sack.

Her hips rocked desperately to his face. “Luke, please, please, please!”

“You weren’t so hungry for it when I was begging you to come fuck me, baby.”

He patted her pussy to tease her, then bent to taste her once more, growling when he discovered her even wetter than before. Tastier. Jesus, her fevered moans were definitely hitting the spot. His throbbing cock leaked semen in his swim trunks and he’d never been so anxious to plow inside anyone in his life.

He rolled the tender nub of her sex under his tongue and fingered her slowly with two fingers, then he lifted his head and watched her hips eagerly, desperately, instinctively pump toward his hand.

God, but Peyton looked so beautiful. Her eyes at half-mast. Her naked body wet from the pool as she rolled her hips to his hand while Luke fondled her pretty little kitty. Shit, he just couldn’t make her beg as much as he wanted to.

He was too fucking turned on.

He set her back on trembling feet and as soon as he rose, he crushed her lips and devoured her mouth so she tasted herself. Her own taste made her shudder, and it drove him to the edge.

She gasped and cried out, “Luke, please fuck me now, I’m coming…”

“Wait until I tell you to,” he commanded.

But the tremors were shaking her. Peyton appeared ready to pop.

In one swift move, Luke shoved down his swim trunks, nudged her legs apart and boosted her up, pinned back against the wall, and he entered her.

Her wet heat gripped him, snug and tight, and it felt so good he immediately picked up a rhythm, plunging fast and hard, holding her dazed, lust-filled eyes with his and rasping, “Come, Peyton. Come with me now.”

She instantly came and screamed his name, Luke!

Her shudders vibrated along the length of his rod, and Luke had no choice but to let go, let her milk him out of every last drop. His eyes rolled back as he gripped Peyton’s body against his and continued to rub into her heated channel whispering, “Yeah…oh, yeah…”

He pumped like crazy and came for like a full minute, squeezed deliciously by her hot, beautiful pussy. Then, the motions of his hips gradually receded, and he could barely stay on his feet when he was done.

“Ah, fuck…” He collapsed against her, but he had the good sense to brace his hands at her sides, so he didn’t completely squish her.

He shook his dazed head and extracted himself out of her.