GABE (Silicon Valley Billionaires 2)

I squeezed the head of his erection. “I’m not playing.”

Without another word, I went into the bedroom, stripping off my clothes as I went. Once I was naked, I got on all fours so my ass and my sex were open for him, waiting. I shivered in the cold room even as heat gathered in my body.

He followed me. “You know I would do anything for you.” His voice was thick with emotion.

“Then do what I asked.” I reached around and spread my ass cheeks apart so he could see me, see how I wanted him. “Please.”

Gabe groaned—either because he wanted me too, or because I was torturing him, I couldn’t tell which.

“I need you.” I started to stroke myself, unable to bear the burning need.

“Take your hands off yourself. Let me do that, for Christ’s sake.” I heard him undo his belt buckle, then he kicked his pants off. “You know,” he said, as he came to the bed and slowly, deliberately fingered the wetness between my legs, “for someone who was a virgin not that long ago, you’re pretty bold.”

I moaned as he stroked me, giving myself over to the sensation. “Maybe it’s years of pent-up frustration finally coming out. Or maybe it’s just you—you make me bold. You make me want all sorts of things I never even knew about.”

His hand worked his way up to my clit, and he circled it slowly, making all the muscles in my body ripple in pleasure. “I think it’s innate. It’s definitely you, babe.” He moved behind me, climbing up on the bed and testing me with his fingers. He grunted, satisfied I was ready, and then slid his cock all the way into me, suddenly and completely.

My body stretched to accommodate his, and I groaned in satisfaction.

“Is that okay?” His voice was soft, but there was a hard promise behind it, and that was what I wanted to get at.

“Yes. Give it to me. But don’t forget—”

“It’s not like I could forget.”

He thrust into me, and I shut up, the feeling of fullness eclipsing everything else. He was in deep this way, behind me, and I loved it. My body contracted around his, and he grunted as he continued to pump into me. His cock was large and thick, and my body gripped it greedily, waves of pleasure coursing through me.

And then he stopped.

I looked over my shoulder, breathing hard. “You okay?”

He nodded. His eyes were laser-focused on mine. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

I licked my lips. “Yes.”

He pulled out and smacked my bum a little.

“I feel like you’re swatting a fly,” I complained, “and it’s a fly you really like.”

Gabe sighed. “I do really like it.”

“Do it harder. Please. I want you…” I gathered the courage to tell him about the image in my mind. “I want you to do it hard, so it stings.” I shut my eyes. “And then I want you to fuck me. Hard. And I want you to do it again and again.”

He didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or a bad one.

I opened one eye and peered at him. “Haven’t you ever done this before?”

He scoffed. “No, babe, I haven’t.” He went quiet for a second. “Have you?”

My cheeks flamed. “Don’t be ridiculous! Of course not!”

Neither one of us said anything for a moment

, and I worried that the mood had been shattered.

“If this is what you really want, I’ll do it,” he finally said. “But if it hurts too much, you have to swear you’ll tell me.”

“I swear.” I turned to look back at him. “But I don’t want you to do it if it makes you uncomfortable.”