Kept by Him (The Billionaire's Club 4)

She exploded with a soft cry, nerves twisting, body clenching and unclenching, her systems setting loose as he plunged into her with a bark of pleasure as her pussy rippled and grasped at his cock, pulling him, massaging him, stroking him to orgasm with her.

He became heavy, impossibly heavy, deliciously heavy, when she sagged. He still dragged himself inside her, groaning, still hard, and she responded with a soft moan and bit into his shoulder like he had, loving how it had felt. He turned his head and when he kissed her, she thought he was going to swallow her tongue, his passion still without boundaries … stirring her again.…

Chapter Four

They arrived at his apartment building, and Monica was still breathless in his arms, heavy-lidded, her mouth damp, her cheeks pink with exertion … so damned sensual and beautiful. Daniel didn’t want to let her catch her breath and start talking shit to him about Roland; he didn’t want to stop and think about anything except how right this was. She was afraid of love, and he was pushing her to admit it. It could backfire. But God, he’d had enough of this.

He’d never wanted anyone so much in his life.

When the car stopped, he tucked the tiny wad of fabric of her panties into his pocket and helped her straighten out her gray pencil skirt, and as she stepped out of the car, he scooped her up.

“I can walk,” she softly protested.

“All right then.”

He set her down, took her arm, and guided her to his door. He’d wanted to carry her, just to hold her close, and to make sure she didn’t decide to leave and go back to her office. It was stark daylight. He should be working. They both should.

But damn it, Daniel had worked his entire life, and he couldn’t remember anything as important right now as her. It was different from how it was with any other woman, so different it was like he’d never had a woman before. Blood rushing thick and heady in his veins, he opened all his doors and then went straight to his bedroom, leading her to the bed.

Monica’s eyes were glazed with desire as she turned at the foot of the bed, her gaze upturned to his face in sensual invitation as she delicately started removing her damp blouse. He almost dissolved in need when he noticed her urgency as she lay back on the mattress and parted her legs.

“You ready?” he murmured, bending down to pull off her skirt, touching a hand along her bare stomach. He ran his hand between her heaving breasts, every inch of her skin slick with rain and sliding under his palm. He pressed into her pussy with his finger, and she moaned again, her folds still wet, her fingers clawing at his arms to pull him closer. His voice rasped against his throat. “Ready to make love again?”

She nodded wildly, and he whipped out the bondage ties he had in his nightstand. He tied her wrists and strapped the material to a special hook on the center of the bed, then he also tied up her legs, each of them separate and hooked to the corners, so he could keep her splayed open.

Her

breathing accelerated with arousal. Her eyes turning black, she whispered, “What are you doing, Daniel?”

Her breasts jerked up and down, up and down with her breaths as he stripped before her. Then, when she saw him come back, powerfully hard for her as always, she moaned his name, “Daniel…” He bent to give a suckle on each glistening breast, his mouth getting wet with saliva at the first taste of her. Addictive. Crazy ass obsessive. That’s how she made him feel.

He licked his way down her abdomen to eat and lap at her pussy, his senses spinning, honing in on the taste of her, the scent of vanilla that clung to her.

“Why are you tying me?” she mewed, undulating, her legs wide open as her hips shot upward, rubbing against his erection.

“This is what I’ve had to do to all this time … fuck longer … fuck harder … anything to keep from fucking you.”

He bent again to her lovely breasts, having fantasized about them too much, and he suckled one of the hardened little beads, fucked it with his tongue, flicking his tongue over and over it while he tweaked its partner with his fingers, enjoying the little sounds she made.

“Oh, please, this is torture! Don’t be so mean,” she gasped.

He growled and came up, shoving his tongue into her mouth until she shuddered. He rammed inside her without preamble. She screamed. He rocked inside her, teeth clamped, breath hissing out of him as he felt his cock drag inside her flesh, scraping her. He pushed up to her G-spot, watched her arms wrench in her binds, her legs strain as she tried to move from the pleasure, but couldn’t.

He pulled out, then dragged his cock so that the tip glided across her clitoris. Her eyes were half closed as she watched him, her mouth parted, her breasts jerking up and down along with her abdomen as she tried to breathe. She was perfect and she was perfectly wet, perfectly tight, and she was his. Mine … He rubbed the head of his shaft in circles against her clitoris until she tossed her head back on a heavy moan. Mine … yeah, baby, that’s right … you’re mine.…

He dragged his cock upward, pushing the tip across her nipples, the liquid semen already leaking and smearing across the tips, making them pucker even more. She cried out and undulated upward to him, her eyes shining on his face. You like that? That’s right you do … these are mine, too.…

He clamped his jaw as he taunted both breasts with his cock, and then … he pushed them together and slid between them, sliding all the way up to taunt her lips.

She opened her mouth wide and stretched her neck out as she tried to lick him. He swiveled back his hips, teasing her, and when she moaned, he pushed the first part of his cock into her mouth.

She sucked him so hard, he barked out in pleasure. Her mouth was claiming his cock, just like he was claiming her, and he could almost hear her in her mind, her telling him it belonged to her.… Of course it’s yours, princess. I’m all yours.

He plowed in deeper, the hot dampness of her mouth making his testicles draw tight with the need to explode, then he started to withdraw, his toes curling when her tongue circled the head and lightly suckled on him. He knew semen was dribbling from his excitement, and he felt her lap at it with a moan at the tip, then she swallowed.

He pulled out, and when she mewed in protest, he pushed back in, giving her a little more. There you go … oh, Christ …

She sucked him deeper, harder, and he let her, closing his eyes, telling her suddenly in a murmur how good it felt, how good her tongue felt.…