Bared by Him (The Billionaire's Club 5)

He cursed softly and seized her hips in his hands. His fingers bit into her flesh as he yanked out and scraped his cock up her slit and over her clitoris in hard, fast jabs. His face contorted, the rumble of a growl echoing in the room as his orgasm hit.

She felt the warmth of him spill across her pussy as his large, muscled body shuddered while he came.

His orgasm triggered her own, and she gasped and gripped his shoulders as they both shook and moaned, until they collapsed together in a puddle of limbs and panting breaths and sweat, neither of them moving for a long while.

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Cade studied the woman on the bed, and his chest tightened with some strange emotion he’d never felt before. He felt dazed at the sight of her. Drugged.

She was sated and smiling catlike in his bed, languorously spread over his sheets, and he almost felt … satiated.

Until that black, bottomless hunger yawned open inside of him again, and he bent his head, intending to feast on her lips for another hour. He wanted to hear her say Cade one more time with her eyes blank with passion and her mouth parted as she struggled to breathe because he was so big and pumping so hard inside her.

He’d never been so kiss-drunk. He no longer knew the time, his name, just the heat and the moisture of her mouth, and the taste of her name on his tongue. They’d been lying in his bed all night, neither of them sleeping. They’d just been licking and tasting and kissing. Their eyes glowed in the dark, holding each other’s gaze with curiosity and wonder. It was as if she, like him, couldn’t understand what she found so attractive about him in the first place.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t stay away from her—but he was a man, and he didn’t give a shit why. He only knew he couldn’t get enough of this creature.

When she stroked his lips with one fingertip, he ducked his head and kissed her mouth with gentle flicks of his tongue, his cock immediately throbbing for more. Bubbles of pleasure gushed through his bloodstream, the sensation almost new to him, for he hadn’t had someone in his bed in at least a decade. He didn’t want this woman to get up to eat or to drink or even to fucking pee.

He curled his fingers around her hips and kept her locked in place, on her side facing him, as he angled his head and kissed her until he couldn’t feel his own lips, they were swollen and red and wet from her.

“Can you feel your mouth?” He only stopped kissing her to ask her that, and to give her time to answer.

“It’s asleep, I think.”

She lifted her head and brushed those tingling lips against his, and his stomach got into a tangle. He’d bet all his millions that Ivy hadn’t had sex in a while either. Her h

unger was as raw as his, as consuming, and it made him feel not so alone in the world. That there was someone out there, like him. He ducked and stroked his tongue between her lips, groaning when she sighed like she had missed it.

“Do you feel that?” He slid deep inside, all the way past the tips of her teeth, then withdrew.

“So good.” Her eyelids fluttered closed and she shuddered, flicking her tongue against his, her arms tightening around his neck.

He eased onto his back and dragged her up against his side. Her flimsy camisole was plastered to her skin, delineating her belly button, her ribs, her small breasts under a lace bra. He hadn’t even undressed her fully. Her white cotton panties were still on, wet from her arousal. He’d wiped his mess off her pussy and his abdomen, but he could still smell his pleasure in the room. On her.

She hooked a leg around him, her knee almost on his cock, as she bent to continue kissing him.

He scraped his hands up her back and grabbed her ass, grinding her small frame against his larger one. “What date number would we need to be on for me to have you again, baby?” He pushed tendrils of her damp, tawny hair back behind her face with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other, aware that she leaned back to survey him with a coy little smile.

“Usually…” She straddled him fully and rocked sinuously over him, and because the only connection of their bodies was at their hips now, it made him hyperaware of the moist slit of her pussy nestling his erection. “This wouldn’t happen until a couple of months into a relationship.”

He curled his fingers on her waist to pin her in place. “Have you had many? Relationships?”

“Not even one.”

The strange knot that had formed inside him immediately eased. “Then what the fuck are all these rules for?” he growled.

She laughed, her neck curving temptingly when her head fell back. “So I don’t get involved with assholes.”

He released a dark laugh of his own. “Oh, baby, you chose a bad time to break your rule,” he said, but they both sobered when he clutched her pelvis and thrust his cock up against her pussy, grinding against the fabric of her damp panties.

His temperature rose at the sight of those lace-encased breasts and her small, slim body straddling him, her porcelain skin glistening with sweat, her mouth swollen red and as inflamed as his own mouth felt. “Take off your panties and put me inside you,” he gruffly commanded.

Her smile faded, and because he feared she was going to deny him, he reached up and grabbed the back of her head and hauled her in for one of those hot kisses they were so good at, making her breathless again, as breathless as she made him.

“Do it, Ivy,” he ordered, palming her breasts as she pushed her panties aside and took his throbbing cock inside her. “Put me inside you … ah, yes.”

He fell back. A hissing sound tore from his throat as she seated herself over him, her sex open for him to perfectly watch the way he entered her and the way her pretty, glistening folds parted for his cock to slide between them. He released a growl of appreciation and held her small hips in his big hands, letting her set the pace.