Her Tiger Billionaire (Supernatural Billionaire Mates 2)

Annalise was wondering what he meant by ‘not wet enough’ when Sven pushed her thighs apart and put his mouth at the source of her aches.

“Sven!”

Her eyes snapped open, staring at the ceiling as thunderous new shades of pleasure blazing throughout her system. She clawed the sheet and thrashed. He kissed her pussy like he kissed her mouth. His tongue danced like a ballerina. Teased. Twirled. Pirouetting across her folds before digging into her opening. Every fiber of her being felt like it was set aflame. Every morsel of pleasure exploded like fireworks. She lost her mind in the thick waft of ecstasy.

“Please. Stop. I can’t…” Words jumbled at the tip of her tongue. Annalise tossed her head back and grabbed a handful of his hair, trying to push him away. She couldn’t take that much pleasure. Her pussy was too sensitive for that kind

of simulation, and she’d go crazy if he kept doing that. No, howling to the moon kind of insanity.

She cried and begged and tossed around, but that didn’t have any effect. Sven was unbelievably strong. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and no matter what she did, he kept licking her like a big cat savoring his treat. He tongue-fucked her, licking her deeper and deeper until she couldn’t hold it any longer. She came. A storm of pleasure hurled her into oblivion. Annalise screamed his name as every cell in her body electrified with unadulterated ecstasy.

Thick haze enveloped her mind afterward. She lost count of how many times Sven brought her to climax with his mouth. He seemed obsessed with wrenching out orgasm after orgasm from her. Each time was stronger than before. She thought she’d be wrung out afterward, but she was wrong. The after-climax state left her yearning for more. A stronger climax. A mind-altering rapture.

“Sven, please… I…”

With a primal growl, Sven released her. She was sobbing when he hoisted himself on top of her. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to blazed fire. He also looked so menacing, like a wild predator ready to feast on his prey. Strangely, she didn’t feel scared at all. Annalise was ready to submit to the beast. The sex god animal. He could take her the way he wanted her. As many times as he wanted her. She existed to please him. Him and only him.

Sven licked his lips. He oddly looked like a savage male cat. No. A dangerous big cat. A tiger. Lion. King among the felines. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before lowering his head to give her a soul-crushing kiss.

She could smell herself on him. And the musky aroma of his maleness. The heady combination fueled her arousal into wildfire. She was overcome with the maddening need to become one with him, even though she just had so many orgasms. Her pussy was a sweltering heat of need. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. Her skin was blanketed with a sheen of perspiration. And her body quivered as if she had a high fever. She tried to talk. She couldn’t. She thought her brain had shut down a while ago, and she now ran on pure instinct.

He smiled. “I think you’re ready.”

Annalise nodded.

He positioned himself on her pussy. The blunt tip of his cock brushed her entrance. He didn’t take her right away. Instead, he lubricated himself with her juices.

Annalise craned her neck to get a better view. His rock-hard cock glistened on her splayed thighs, ready to claim her. Any second now.

“Anna.”

His voice sounded gruff; she barely recognized it as Sven’s.

“Look at me.”

She obeyed.

“Watch me when I take you. Don’t ever look away.”

Annalise murmured a yes.

The crown of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing gently. She halted her breath, waiting for the pain to come. If there was any, she couldn’t feel it. She was way too horny to feel any pain. All she wanted was him. To take her. Fuck her. Brand every inch of her body as his.

Sven pushed in. She inhaled a sharp breath. He held down her hips and penetrated her. A scream froze in her throat, leaving her wide-eyed to the sensation.

It hurt, but the pain felt so good that it puzzled her immensely. She couldn’t understand how she could be enjoying this kind of new sensation so much. She gasped each time Sven pushed, working on burying his cock inch by inch inside her. Sven never broke eye contact.

He examined her reaction each time he thrust. He seemed to want to comfort her, but he was too consumed in confronting his own needful demon.

Annalise dug her fingers into his shoulders. It felt like she had been split to the core. Something alien, not that unwelcome, hot male flesh pulsing and spearing inside her. The sensation, the pressure and the combination between pain and pleasure were so addicting. Her pussy contracted around his shaft—iron sheathed in satin.

With a growl that was too primal to be human, Sven slammed the remaining inches all the way home.

God, oh god. She was full. Beyond full. A thousand shimmering sensations crashed into her. Pleasure. Pain. More pleasure. Need and more need for pleasure surged through her veins.

“Anna, you okay?”

She nodded quickly.