Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“Let’s take this to my bed.” He pushed off the couch and helped me up. I was still wearing my heels and lace thong.

My legs felt weak. I couldn’t believe what I had let Wes do to me. I splayed myself on his couch, letting him lick me like a lollipop. And he did it so perfectly I forgot everything and only felt the sensations surging through my core.

As we walked into his room, I reached down to unlace the ties around my ankles, but Wes stopped me.

“No. I didn’t say you could take those off.”

“But—”

“My bed. My rules.” He reached for his buckle, and I watched his pants hit the ground. I swallowed hard, remembering his glorious cock from our first meeting.

I walked toward him. With one arm in a sling, he was doing considerably well, but I started to unbutton his shirt.

“This okay?” I asked.

He nodded as his mouth dipped toward mine. I groaned as his tongue twined along mine. I almost forgot to continue unbuttoning, but I felt the hard planes of his chest as I slid the shirt off his shoulder. My nails traced over the athletic muscles, memorizing every inch of skin. Feeling the heat between us.

He planted a hard kiss on my lips before pulling back. I stood there, waiting for his next move. I’d never let a man tell me what to do in bed. Sex wasn’t like that for me. But right now, it felt electrifying. My entire body pulsed with new life. My skin tingled. My nipples were hard, and my panties were soaking wet.

Wes circled me. His eyes trailed every part of my nakedness. I fought the urge to cover my breasts. I felt my nipples get harder, aching for his mouth. Aching for some kind of release. I liked how his tongue felt when it flicked over me. I liked how his teeth nipped, combining pain and pleasure in all my sensitive spots. He took me to a place I’d never been. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this.

He reached for the sling over his shoulder. “You can’t take that off,” I warned, going into doctor mode.

He glared at me. “That’s not your decision.”

I bit my lower lip, trying to remind myself I wasn’t his surgeon right now. I was the naked girl in his bedroom. I was the girl he had taken to orgasm heaven. I was the girl that had let him lick me until I was begging for more.

“Take off the panties,” he whispered.

I hooked the edges of the black lace and scooted them over my hips, careful not to trip in my heels when I stepped out of them.

I heard a low growl come from his chest. “Get on the bed on all fours.”

I swallowed hard. Oh my God. But I crawled onto the navy comforter more turned on than I had been in my life. I was getting ready to let Wes fuck me from behind. He had already studied my body, but I was giving him an entirely new view. I felt the wetness between my legs. I’d never been this reckless. I’d never been this sexual. I’d never been this dirty.

I heard him pull open a drawer and rip into a foil packet. I looked over my shoulder as he rolled a condom over his erection. I was impressed he was so masterful with his left hand, but I shouldn’t have been. He was proving he was a master at so many things. He pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I sighed. I needed him to sink into me—take my mind to a place that was filled with nothing but skin, heat, and sensation. With one hand, he gripped my hip as he slammed into me, pushing every inch of his enormous shaft inside.

I screamed at the searing heat, but immediately felt the scorching sensation turn to pleasure as he pumped in and out of me. I rocked into him, giving him as much of me as I could. I wanted more. My body craved something primal from this man. It was as if a switch had been flipped in my soul, igniting a hunger I couldn’t satisfy. I couldn’t think or process what I was doing.

I panted his name. “Wes…”

My breasts grazed the bed as we frantically moved against each other.

His breath was ragged as he thrust harder, and I clawed at the bed with each powerful movement of his cock. I didn’t care how animalistic it was. I didn’t care that we had skipped dinner and went straight to fucking. I didn’t care that this was only one night. Wes made me feel my body in a whole new way.

“Fuck, Doc. You’re a goddess.” And he made me feel that way.

“Don’t stop. Don’t, please,” I begged for more as I stretched around him, clenching and releasing his hardness. My core tightened in exquisite pleasure with each strike of his cock.

I didn’t know what kind of torture game he was playing, but he suddenly pulled out of me and I felt emptiness where he had been.

“What’s wrong?” I felt panic spread through me. It couldn’t be over. I was on fire. Every part of me burned for him.

“I want to see you when you come. Roll over.”

There was something about being taken from behind that made it seem like casual sex. It felt like it was all for pleasure. All just fucking. But the instant I rolled over and locked eyes on Wes, I melted.

“I could fuck you all night,” he growled into my ear.