The Billionaires: The Bosses (Lover's Triangle 2)

He gave her a self-assured grin. “I’ll get there even faster while I’m licking your pussy.”

“Oooh,” she said on a long breath. And smiled.

Rory sat back just long enough to whip off the condom and set it on top of the wrapper. Then found one more in his wallet, thank God.

The mere thought of pleasuring her again with his mouth had his cock stiffening. But it was more the prospect of being buried to the hilt in her tight, wet pussy that really turned him on.

“Shit.” He marveled as he stared at the bounty before him. “You honestly do have the most tempting pink parts. Small, glistening, looking as though they really, really need my mouth on them.”

She combed a hand through his hair once more. “All well and good … stud muffin.…”

He chuckled at her joke.

“But I’d rather have you inside me.”

“You’re just sassy enough for me to oblige.” He shifted slightly. Slid into her heat and moisture. Let out a low groan of pleasure.

“Such a nice spot…,” she mused.

“You like it like this?”

“Just like this.”

Their hips rocked together. But Rory wanted, needed, more.

His hand swept around to her backside and his index finger rimmed her anus. She jerked against him.

“Not there,” she murmured.

“Yes, here,” he quietly insisted. “You’re wet enough that I can lube up my finger and ease it inside.”

“No.…” Her eyes widened.

“Yes.” He nipped at her bottom lip, then kissed her passionately until she was melting beneath him and he knew she’d give him whatever he wanted. Breaking their kiss, he told

her, “I’m going to fuck this tight, gorgeous ass of yours.”

The thought sent violent tremors through his body. He thrust vigorously into her until she was panting and he was heaving.

But she fought the lure—fought him. Her palms pressed to his chest.

“No, Rory. That’s not something I can do.”

“I’ll teach you. We’ll take it slow and easy.” Though that was hardly what he was doing at the moment as he drove into her slick pussy.

“Rory, I’m not kidding.…”

He heard the panic in her voice. That was definitely a warning to be heeded.

He shifted slightly and they both lost their balance on the edge of the sofa. Bayli’s body twisted in some sort of auto-correct move, and the next thing he knew Rory was flat on his back on the hardwood floor and she was lying on top of him.

“Whoa, holy hell,” she said on a dazed breath.

“Yeah. Holy hell, indeed.” It wasn’t a bad position to be in by any stretch of the imagination. His hands gripped her hips and he pressed her down against his pelvis as his butt clenched and he thrust up into her.

“Wait.” The panic returned. Her hands splayed across his pecs. Her messy hair fell over one bare shoulder and she stared down at him with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

“Why? I’m not doing anything you said you didn’t want me to do.” She was straddling his hips and his dick was deep inside her. All he had to do was coax her into a slow and steady rhythm that would morph into a wild and wicked one and they’d both be coming again.