A Million Dirty Secrets (Million Dollar Duet 1)

“Are you angry with me?” I asked as I sauntered across the room, wearing nothing but a smile.

She didn’t answer. In fact, she actually rolled over and turned her back to me. Fuck that. I would not be ignored. Not in my house, and most certainly not in my bed.

I slid in next to her and rolled her on her back. “Don’t ignore me, Delaine. I don’t like it. Especially when I’ve paid millions of dollars to be lavished with attention.”

Her eyes flickered to mine. “I’m not your bitch.”

“You’re anything I want you to be,” I reminded her.

Before she could say anything else, I covered her mouth with my own. Her lips were unyielding and her body stiff. She was going for the dead-lay play. I had to hand it to her because it was a brilliant plan, but I’m sure she must have forgotten how traitorous her body could be when at the mercy of my capable hands.

Her punishment: bring her right to the edge of ecstasy without ever letting her fall off into it.

I pulled back and smirked at her, ready and willing to play her little game. Then, without taking my eyes off her face, my hand went to the inside of her thighs and I pushed her knees apart before quickly cupping her pussy in my hand. She gasped only minutely, doing her best not to show any sort of reaction. I kept watch over her as I slid my fingers between her folds, feeling them become slicker and slicker with each pass over her entrance.

“Your body betrays you, Delaine,” I told her in a low voice.

I inserted one finger inside her, slowly moving in and out. Her chest rose and fell with heavier breaths and her mouth was agape, but she met my gaze and made no sound. I took my finger out and circled her clit instead, feeling the muscles in her legs twitch as she fought to keep them under control. Two fingers dipped inside her. I curled them back and forth, masterfully manipulating her G-spot. I knew it. She knew it. But she refused to show it.

I pulled my fingers out and brought my hand to my mouth. They were glistening with her juices and I could smell her arousal. She still hadn’t averted her stare, so I knew she could see her wetness.

“You’re trying to act like you’re not affected, but you and I both know differently. And this … this is the proof.” I stuck my fingers in my mouth and closed my lips around them. She was so delicious I had to close my eyes to savor her taste. When I opened them again, her once vibrantly blue eyes had darkened and her cheeks were flushed.

She grabbed me by my ears and pulled me to her, crashing her mouth to mine. I would’ve laughed out loud at how easy it was to break her, but she was kissing me so greedily, her nipples pressing against my bare chest with each of her labored breaths, and she was writhing around, trying to ensnare my legs.

In short, my shit backfired on me, and I couldn’t play games with her anymore. I wanted her. I fucking needed her.

Without breaking the kiss, I rolled on top of her for that prime position to bring us both pleasure. Her legs opened to me eagerly and I stroked her tongue seductively with my own in thanks. I had no more settled between her legs than she was lifting her hips, grinding against my cock while moaning into my mouth.

“Slow down, baby,” I said with panting breaths as I broke the kiss and tried to ease her urgent movements. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel good.”

I kissed her softly as I began to shift my hips against her sweet spot. Delaine’s back arched off the bed and I wrapped my arm around her to hold her to me. Then I moved along her jaw and down her neck, finding the place where her neck met her shoulder, and sucked gently, all the while grinding slowly against her.

She was so wet, so receptive. Her hands drifted down my sides and over my ribs until she was finally cupping my ass, urging me closer. I could feel her warm breath brush over the shell of my ear, and her tiny whimpers of desperation sent shock waves straight to my dick. She buried her face in my neck, sucking and licking at the skin there. Oh, God, I just couldn’t take any more. I needed her to come, and I needed it now.

I lifted myself off her but kept contact with my hips, still moving back and forth between her slick folds. She was biting her lip so hard I thought she was going to break the skin. A look of pure concentration was etched in her features as she pulled and pushed against me with longer strokes. She was almost there.

I leaned down on one elbow and cupped the back of her thigh with one hand and hoisted her leg over my hip. Back and forth I rocked with long, thick strokes, feeling her clit rub over the head of my dick.

“Come on, kitten. Talk to me. It feels good, doesn’t it? So fucking good. Don’t you just want to lose control? Let it go, baby. Let it go.”

“Holy shit! I’m going to …” She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

I felt Delaine’s body go rigid in my arms and I knew she was feeling the bliss of the orgasm I brought her. Without hesitating, I lined myself up with her opening and pushed my cock into her, stealing her virtue with one short, swift thrust. Her back arched off the bed with a sharp intake of breath. Her mouth hung open, shocked as her eyes found mine.

I’d hoped taking her virginity in midclimax would make it easier, but I couldn’t tell if it actually had. I mean, I had mirrors. I knew how big my cock was.

“Breathe, kitten,” I whispered. “Just try to relax. It won’t hurt for very long.”

I didn’t know whom I was trying to convince, me or her, but I didn’t move, either. Even though every primal urge inside begged me to thrust into her over and over again, I didn’t. If I couldn’t get myself under control and allow her to acclimate to my size, I’d end up ripping her to shreds. Then I wouldn’t get to do this again for quite some time. Plus I’d feel like an ass for causing her more pain than necessary.

Delaine exhaled slowly as her body began to relax and sink back onto the bed. I pushed forward, further sheathing myself inside her tight little pussy. She clenched her eyes shut and bit down on her lip again. I knew I shouldn’t have given a damn about whether or not I was hurting her, but I was a man, and most men actually want the woman they have their dick buried inside to at least enjoy it. However, this was her first time, and given my size, it wasn’t likely she was going to be getting off.

I pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in slowly. I had to stop again. My legs shook with the effort not to move, sweat dripped from the tip of my nose, and I think I may have actually stopped breathing. I seriously thought I was in danger of exploding from the inside out.