Bared by Him (The Billionaire's Club 5)

The simultaneous penetration of each finger, at the same time, curling inside her sheath to stroke his fingertips in a sinuous scrape down her vagina walls, made her scream out. Pleasure collided with pain and gripped her in a whirlwind of unbearable sensations.

“Cade!” His name was a breathless plea, and it made his face tighten as he watched her writhe. He repeated the double penetration of his index fingers.

“Show me how much you like this, baby. I can tell you do. Your pussy walls won’t let go of me.”

Her throat clamped down on any words, for what he was giving her was past pleasure, past bliss, past ecstasy. There wasn’t a name for it. No name for the way the flames consumed her. Took her. Shook her.

Her head thrashed behind her and her spine arched helplessly, his fingers scraping her insides in a preamble to his possession.

Her breasts jiggled in her bra, and then he slid his hands up her abdomen, his eyes drawn to them. She wanted to tear her bra off and beg him to kiss her there. To love her boobs, because she did not.

Tiny spasms seized her, zinged in her pussy. Her straining nipples hurt against her bra.

“Pinch your nipples for me,” he commanded.

As she pinched them hard enough to shoot pleasure down to her toes, he pressed the head of his cock to the ultrasensitive slit of her pussy. Pleasure ripped through her as he entered her, inch by inch, with tormenting slowness, so that every cell in her body was aware of every inch of his cock, advancing inside her.

He reached around her and rubbed her ass between his hands, molding the flesh like clay, all while he scraped his cock against her moistened slit. She could feel the need in him like something palpable, in the ragged sound of his breath, the roughness in his voice.

She trembled when he teased the tip of his cock out of her, then nudged her clit with it. Then, he thrust it back in.

His thrusts turned rough, impressed by coarse, short grunts and lengthy guttural groans. A red-hot animal need had overpowered him, and her, and they were fucking like it.

Like animals.

“Argh! You feel so. Incredibly. Good.” His guttural voice on her ear drove her within reach of her orgasm. Her every muscle contracted as she squeezed her cunt around his strokes.

Her lips parted on a quiet gasp and her eyes rolled back as her climax crashed over her, taking her with it, drowning her with wave after wave of white-hot pleasure. Cade gorged his thick shaft inside her and let out a carnal, inarticulate sound as his large frame bucked, and then he rocked in spasm after spasm, pumping her all the time he came inside her.

She was still gasping when he fell on top of her, quickly propping himself up on his elbows to ease some of his weight off her and stroke one hand across her forehead.

She hummed appreciatively, her eyes drifting shut as she fought to come back to earth.

He brought his mouth to her ear and grazed her skin as he whispered, “You look like a woman well tended to.”

She opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her with a cocky smile. She was sure, without having to say it, he could see her feelings in her eyes like in a magic scry. “And you look very pleased about it,” she teased, but she suddenly wished she didn’t want to cry.

Tomorrow, this was all over.

She bit her lip and turned around, giving him her back so he didn’t notice her chin started to tremble. Thank God he missed it.

The mattress shifted when he eased himself off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom to get cleaned, and she took the time to compose herself.

Watching him return to the room naked, Ivy drew in a breath and moved to recline on the headboard, adjusting her panties and bra.

Seeing his cock in its new unhardened state felt slightly like spying, taking a glimpse of a still very threatening but far more vulnerable side of him.

He still looked formidable. His cock so thick and long it dangled heavily between his powerful thighs.

His abdomen was deliciously ridged by six hard, muscled squares. His chest, arms, and legs were lean and hard and corded, and those endless yards of luscious bronzed skin currently gleamed with sweat.

She had never seen something so beautiful.

He dropped down beside her. He kissed her on the lips and stroked his hand along her hair. “I like playing with you, Ivy.”

Her voice was thick and craggy. “I like playing with you, too.”

She felt him kiss the top of her head and tuck her into his neck, and with his arm around her shoulders, he fell asleep within minutes.