A Billionaire for Christmas

But the moment my lips part, his large hands grip my thighs and pull me up into his arms. I slam into his chest, our lips crashing together and he steals the words from my lips with a hurried kiss. As if letting one more second pass would have killed him.

My chest rises and falls as my fingers spear through his hair while he carries me up the stairs.

As soon as I break the kiss, Alec’s lips move to my neck, his hands squeezing my ass as he kicks open a door.

I should say no, but I have no intention of depriving myself of this man.

I want him. It’s that easy.

A gasp leaves me as he tosses me onto a large bed. The room is dark with the thick curtains shut, but it’s warm and the bed is soft and welcoming.

My eyes are transfixed on Alec as he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, leaving it to fall into a puddle of fabric at his feet. My lips part, and my breathing quickens. My pussy is hot as my thighs clench of their own accord.

I lick my lips as his muscles ripple in the dim light, accenting each hard line. My fingers dig into the comforter, gripping the fabric with the need to keep me right here. His light gray eyes, filled with nothing but desire, hold my own as he unbuttons his pants, shoving them down in a swift push and unleashing his hard as steel cock.

Fuck.

I’m fully clothed, and the man in front of me is naked and gloriously so as he crawls across the bed to get closer to me.

I don’t have enough time to admire him, or to think even. My mind is a mess of thoughts, but the overriding one is to give in to every urge and let this man have me however he wants.

“I need,” I clear my throat, suddenly feeling shy as he settles between my thighs and unbuttons my jeans.

“What?” he asks me, leaning forward and sneaking in a kiss. I lean into it, but he pulls away and then reaches down, gripping my shirt in his hands and pulling it over my head.

“I’m… I need,” I stammer and then just close my eyes to spit it out. “Birth control.”

He laughs, his hot breath sending goosebumps over my body as he buries his head in the crook of my neck. “I’ll send for some in the morning. The morning after pill?” he asks, finally leaning away so he can look me in the eye with his brows raised.

I push him playfully on his shoulder. “This is so embarrassing,” I huff in a whisper.

Alec doesn’t seem to hear me, or if he does, he doesn’t care. I fall to the bed and reach behind me, unclasping my bra, preparing to show myself to him.

He doesn’t hesitate to pull the straps down and rip the lingerie away, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

I don’t have a second to let my self-consciousness show; he immediately leans forward and moans as he sucks my pebbled nipple. His teeth scrape along the sensitive nub, and I beg him to fuck me.

“Please, Alec,” I whimper and it’s only then that he lets my breast go with a pop of his mouth. He picks my body up in his arms as though it’s easy, kicking the covers down and laying me higher up.

It hits me then that this is really happening.

His fingers slide up my thighs slowly and tug my jeans and panties off easily. The rough denim sliding down my skin only makes the pleasure more intense.

Alec pushes my clothes to the side of the bed, and moves his hand to my pussy. His fingertips slide along my slick sex, and my head lolls back with the faintest touch of pleasure. My clit’s already swollen with need and begging for the same attention.

“Fuck,” he says with his eyes wide and staring right at me. “You’re so fucking wet and ready for me.” I can’t breathe, and my body’s still as he sucks my arousal from his fingertips before moving them back down and pushing two thick fingers into me without hesitation.

My back bows and my body begs me to turn and move away as he finger fucks me, stroking along my front wall. His other hand grabs my throat and pins me down.

My hands instinctively fly to his wrist and fingers around my neck. His grip’s not tight or threatening, but the way he plays my body is too intense.

It’s like he owns me. Like he could do whatever he wants to me.

And in this moment, he could.

He repositions his hand so his palm smacks against my clit over and over, and the sounds plus the look in his eyes push me over the edge nearly immediately.