Kept by Him (The Billionaire's Club 4)

He’d awakened something inside her, and she didn’t have the mind for anything else now. All day, every second, she’d been having sex with this man in her head.…

“Please, I want to know what it feels like to come with a man inside me…,” she begged, tugging at the flesh of his earlobe with her teeth.

He growled and took her lips in a sexually arresting kiss that left her breathless and panting. When he tore free, his eyes were dark green flames, looking down on her as he tore open a condom packet. “Any man, or your new fuck buddy?”

She felt him prod her with the tip of his erection as soon as it was fully sheathed, and her pussy clenched in desperate anticipation. “You, Daniel. You…,” she moaned.

He edged an inch into her and withdrew as she gasped in welcome. “You like that?”

She was breathless, drowning in his eyes, in his strong body, undulating so he would please push himself inside her. “Daniel…,” she began, not knowing what to say, her brain foggy with desire.

He swiped his tongue around the peak of one breast, then blew air across the moistened crest. “Tell me how much you like that,” he said.

Her skin prickled pleasurably when he repeated this delicious torture with her other nipple, and she mewed faintly and rolled her head. “Daniel…”

“So you want to come like this?” His hands clenched on hers as he braced up on his muscled arms, entered her briefly with the head of his cock and withdrew.

A pulsing knot of need tightened in her core, his merciless teasing shooting ripples of need across her system. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“Do you want this?”

He thrust his cock fully inside her, making her whimper at the complete penetration, stretching her taut so that she twisted beneath him. “Yes!”

He withdrew, his chest heaving, a wild pulse fluttering at his thick throat. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.”

He thrust back inside her the instant she said that, and her moan was drowned out by his growl of pleasure.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for the way she would feel when he penetrated her. He was big. Bigger than anyone before him. Almost too big. He moved with expert precision, his hips rocking into her, every inch of her insides stretched around him, gripping him greedily, almost screaming in agony every time

he pulled out.

She’d never thought she’d be the kind of woman to whimper like he made her whimper, breathless, gripping him to her so that he wouldn’t stop.

Her lashes felt heavy, but she fought the urge to close her eyes out of a sheer, soul-consuming need to watch his face contort in ecstasy as he came again. He was taking her there, higher and higher with every gut-wrenchingly delicious stroke, and she frantically urged him with her hands, with the fast movements of her hips. She wanted not to miss it when he climaxed … this time he would climax inside her … how would his face break when he climaxed inside her?

Suddenly he increased the tempo and drew back to watch her, their only union his long shaft, sliding into her heat, in and out, in and out, until he plunged to the hilt and stayed, and she felt the powerful jerks of his ejaculation within her sheath.… As soon as she saw that look on his face, harsh and completely undone, a crazy explosion of colors and convulsions rushed through her, until she was limp beneath him and thoroughly boneless.

Minutes after, he made a deep, rumbling sound of protest as though he didn’t want to move but had to, and he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to pull off the condom and wad it inside, then he set it aside and slumped facedown beside her.

Sprawled on the bed on her back, Monica was still panting, still burning and in pain. It had been torture, sweet, but torture all the same, to think of this all day. She’d worried he’d be busy tonight, that she’d made a mistake, that she should do it just one more time, that she should never do it again, all her emotions had come to the forefront, all her insecurities from years of trying not to wonder what it felt like to really let go with a man.

She’d known she’d never be able to let go with anyone if she didn’t trust them … and she only trusted Daniel. Daniel. Maybe this arrangement couldn’t last long term, but Monica couldn’t think about that, when his skin glistened with sweat beside her, when her heart still thundered, when she felt both feverish and vulnerable and aching for his touch and his desire.

“Daniel,” she murmured.

He groaned. He was still aroused, too, for she felt his erection strike her hipbone as he dragged himself over her. He bent to gently bite down on a nipple, and the erotic, sensual pull of his teeth on the very tip made her buck with a soft cry of need.

Her pussy was soaked, the juices dripping along the folds as he slid his length between her thighs, and her core clenched in anticipation. He must know what she felt like. That just twenty-four hours from last night to now had made her feverish, made her imagine all the ways he’d take her if she called him, made her still burn for more. Something whirled around them, empowering them, their naked bodies magnetized by an inexplicable force.

He seized her clit between his teeth and gently tugged, and she twisted as a barrage of pleasure overtook her. He licked into her, not minding that he must taste like himself mingled with her, and at the first firm push of his tongue into her channel, she almost went over the edge again, shuddering in heat.

He leaned back to view her pussy as he fondled it with his fingers, his eyes burning hot. Those same hot eyes coasted up her stomach to gaze at her breasts, the sheen of sweat on her body, like he wanted to lick her up inch by inch.

Desire flared hotly inside her as she took in his figure again, the thatch of blond curls from where his shaft rose, tall and proud. He looked marvelous, somehow bad and wicked and powerful. She tensed in anticipation, a tingling rush spreading to her toes when he parted her pussy with his thumbs and bent to lick her again.

She heard herself say his name as though she were out of her body, floating in bliss. She rubbed her hands over his shoulders, feeling the heat and resilience of his flesh against her fingers. Her nipples pushed high into the air, almost painfully jealous of his tongue. Jealous of where his hands were, against the insides of her thighs. Jealous of his tongue and the way he was using it to make love to her pussy.