Her Tiger Billionaire (Supernatural Billionaire Mates 2)

“Sven…”

“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

Her words became a jumble of incoherent slurs. She coiled, writhed, and tensed while he finger-fucked her faster until a hurricane of pleasure hurled her into another exquisite climax. Her pussy spasmed, and she shivered wildly as she rode the aftermath.

“That’s it. Good girl. I love watching you come.” Sven withdrew his finger and rubbed her wet pussy.

His praise made her smile. Was it really that big of a deal? Did she really make him happy? Sven was so different than Cole. He wasn’t obsessed with satisfying himself. He was a considerate person, and that made her happy. Annalise stroked his cheek and stole a kiss from him.

“Again,” he ordered.

Annalise kissed him one more time.

“More.”

Laughing, she grabbed his collar and pressed her lips onto his, slowly kissing him full of passion. Sven reciprocated the kiss until she felt hot all over again. The needy ache in her pussy returned.

He ran his hand along her body and started unbuttoning his shirt. Annalise tried to help him, but their fingers just got tangled together.

“Let me do it,” he said.

Annalise pulled her hand away. She groped him instead. His chest. His belly. And his groin. She startled. That thing tenting his pants was so hard… so huge. She didn’t know what to feel. She guessed she was supposed to be happy. Most women preferred well-endowed men. Her coworkers at the diner talked about it all the time. But her experience with Cole rather turned her off to sexual encounters the past few years. And now, it seemed Sven was bigger than her ex-boyfriend.

This could be a problem.

Sven sat up and shrugged off his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled off his socks and his pants. His briefs followed. His cock was free.

She became alarmed instantly.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Could you make that smaller?” Annalise pointed to his rock-hard cock. “I’m pretty sure that’s not going to fit.”

He laughed heartily. “Silly girl.” He wrestled her back into submission. “We’ll make it work. Don’t worry.”

“But, Sven—”

“Trust me.” He nuzzled her neck. “Don’t you trust me?”

She whimpered.

Sven pulled her under him. His skin immediately radiated body heat. Annalise marveled at the sensation of how intimate the moment they were sharing was. No thread of their clothing to get in between them. Just Sven and her and their naked lust.

His cock felt hot against her bare skin. Despite her hesitation, her pussy also fluttered in anticipation. She was painfully aware of the growing wetness of her sex. It seemed her own body betrayed her feminine logic.

Sven felt her and slipped his hand between her thighs. “Open for me.”

Annalise obeyed shyly. He parted her folds and slipped a finger inside, stroking her. A heartbeat later, an indulgent purr curled out her throat. It was unbelievable. Everything he did to her felt so damn good.

He kept staring down at her, not breaking eye contact. “You okay?”

She nodded vigorously.

Sven slipped another finger inside her, making a scissoring motion and stretching her open.

A little bit of pressure. But not that unpleasant. No, actually, it became really damn good. God. Too good. Her whimpers turned into moans of pleasure.

“Mm.” Sven stroked her a few more times. “You’re not ready. Not wet enough.”