Journey to Fortune (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 4)

She moaned and he jumped up. Grabbed onto her hands, glided his fingers between hers and stared down into her eyes.

“You are so fucking perfect.” He kissed her. It was soft, then hard and arousing. He adjusted his thick, hard thighs, using them to spread her wider. The bulbous tip of his cock slid between her wet folds, as she held his gaze.

She could see him holding back. His face was tense, his eyes dark and hungry.

“I want you. Tell me you want me, too.”

This was the moment of reason. “I want you, Hudson. All of you.”

He tilted forward. His cock began to fill her and she tightened up, anticipating the large girth and thick muscle to tear her flesh, but Hudson paused.

“Look at me.” He gripped her fingers with his tighter. He gave them a squeeze. She stared at his pectoral muscles. The lines of definition beneath the thick, hard flesh. He was a God. He was perfection.

Her eyes locked with his.

“You’re mine. Every part of you is mine.” He pushed into her. Taking his time, and then when she seemed to be handling the thickness and size, he eased deeper. “Just relax and let me in. We’re made for one another.”

Tia Rose gasped and then tried to catch her breath. He pulled back out then thrust back into her again and again. He continued to hold her gaze. She saw that he was holding back still and for her sake.

“Give me all of you, too.”

His eyes widened as he pulled out and slowly pushed back into her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered between clenched teeth.

“I want all of you, too, Hudson. Every inch. Take me. Make love to me…fuck me. I don’t care. I just need so much. You do this to me,” she whispered.

His eyes took on a look of hunger and need like she’d never seen before. He pulled his hands from her own, maneuvered his arms under her legs so they were curled over his incredibly large biceps, and spread her wide.

His initial thrust cut off her airway. She couldn’t breathe. He was so big. He paused.

She shook her head. “I want it. Never like this. I feel so needy.”

“God, baby, you make me crazy.” He leaned forward and kissed her and then deepened his thrusts. He stroked her pussy with his cock in record speed, making her pant and moan and scratch at his skin.

“That’s it, baby. Grab me. Be my wild woman.” He leaned forward and licked a nipple, pulling it between his teeth and nipping her flesh. She screamed a small release as he pounded into her. The bed moaned. The cool night air circulated from the balcony and against their heated flesh.

Her moans became louder and louder as he maneuvered his one hand under her backside, and stroked a finger over the crack of her ass. She nearly shot up off the bed, but his bulk and his size kept her in place.

“Hudson.”

“Come with me. Come with me now,” he ordered her. She wanted to. She desperately wanted to climax along with him, but she wanted more.

“Oh, God.” She clenched her teeth and then he pressed a finger against her puckered hole. He used the moisture fro

m her sopping, wet cunt to lubricate that delicate forbidden hole then pushed in with his finger.

“Oh!” She screamed and shook. He continued to thrust into her. His face was pressed against her neck. She could feel his heavy breathing. She hugged him to her as he thrust two more times then grunted her name. Hudson rocked his hips, pulled his finger from her ass, and wrapped her in his embrace.

Rolling to his side, he took her with him and continued the onslaught of kisses, caresses, and scattered nips of gentleness.

She was breathing heavy. “Oh, my God. That was amazing.”

He cupped her cheeks between his hands. He licked her lower lip and pulled it between his teeth in such a sexy, sensual move, her pussy leaked still for more.

“You’re staying the night,” he told her. She should argue with him. She should explain why this couldn’t and shouldn’t go any further than the bed and their sinful lust. But as she began to speak, her heart and her gut cut her voice off.

Live for tonight. Live for the moment. Tomorrow will come soon enough.