Wicked Bad (The Billionaire's Fake Finace 1)

I slid my hand down between my legs, unable to stop from touching myself. He sucked in a breath and his body tensed even more. But he didn’t move. His stare was riveted to where my fingers circled my cl**it.

Tension built with fiery speed. I could make myself come so easily. Knowing he was watching made it even more erotic. A few more strokes and I would explode. He moved onto the bed in one fluid motion. Before I could finish he grabbed my hands and pulled my arms over my head. With one hand, he held my wrists, pinning me against the mattress.

“This is what you want, Skylar?” His hand was between my legs and then his fingers plunged into me. I lifted my hi**ps off the bed, angled so that he was driving against the spot that would send me spiraling over the edge. His hand was relentless and if he stopped now, I was going to scream. So close. I sobbed, rocking my hi**ps faster, meeting every thrust of his fingers.

I was going to come.

“Oh god,” I groaned. “Oh f**k.” I tensed. My pus**sy clenched down on his fingers that kept up their driving rhythm, pushing me headlong over the edge.

“I want to hear you scream my name,” he growled in my ear just as the pleasure burst over me.

I did. I opened my mouth and cried out his name over and over again bucking off the bed uncontrollably. He kept thrusting his fingers inside me and another burst of white hot fire rolled through me. This time I sobbed his name, unable to stop cli**maxing. He kept driving me higher, pushing me over peak after peak.

My body shook. He slid his fingers out but the tremors made my teeth chatter. Fissures of pleasure, tiny aftershocks, rocked through me.

The bed shifted and through my hazy sight, I saw Madden move between my legs. I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give him. Foil crinkled and then he was there, pushing into me, sinking deep with one long thrust.

I was wrong. I had more. I lifted my hi**ps and he began to rock back and forth. The aftershocks began building again. Madden lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and then leaned forward. I was bent in half and helpless and I didn’t care because the angle made it so that the entire length of his co**ck scraped along my G spot. I was flying again, stars dancing in my vision.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he growled.

I did as he asked. He slid one arm under my back and then sat back onto his heels. I had to hold tight because my ankles were still up by his ears. I sank even deeper onto him and my eyes almost rolled back into my head.

His teeth were clenched and the planes of his face were rock hard. “Now ride my co**ck like it’s the only thing that matters.”

He held me firm, and I started to rock my hi**ps. Almost immediately the tension started building again. I used my arms to lift myself up and plunge back down, over and over.

His growls were getting louder. His eyes narrowed on me and his body vibrated with barely restrained power.

“Faster,” he ground out. “Fuck yourself on my co**ck, Skylar. Ride me until you have no choice but to come and then I want to feel you explode all over me.”

His dirty words sank down inside me and I threw back my head and ratcheted my hi**ps. It was right there, so close that I could taste the sweetness on my tongue. I panted, moaned with every thrust. It built faster than all the others, but hovered on the edge, not letting me fall over. Torture. Tears burned my eyes. It was too much. And still the tension grew stronger.

Madden closed his eyes. His teeth were bared and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Fucking come all over my co**ck, Skylar. Come for me right now,” he commanded.

My body obeyed and the brightest explosion of light burst behind my eyelids. I threw back my head and screamed his name. His fingers dug painfully into my as**s and he took over, bouncing me on his co**ck until I felt him stiffen under me. He growled out my name as he held me down, completely impaled, and I felt him throbbing inside me.

The only sound in the room was our gasping for air. I opened my mouth to tell him that he succeeded but no sound would come out. Instead I ran my fingers over the back of his neck. slick with sweat, and willed him to hear my thoughts.

He had done it. Because for as long as I lived, I would never forget this night, and what he made me feel. The only problem was how in the hell did I go back when I knew how it could be?

The weekend would end. We would part ways and I would never see him again.

That thought left me colder and emptier than I wanted to admit.

Chapter Four

Sun streamed through the window when I opened my eyes. Every place on my body ached, but in a delicious way. I smiled despite the soreness. Last night had been...amazing wasn’t enough. Mind blowing. I lost count of how many times Madden made me cry out his name.

I rolled onto my back and reached out, but the other side of the bed was empty. Covers slipped from around me as I sat up.