Billionaires Runaway Bride

His frustration sounded with a deep groan. “What happened between us.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I pulled the covers up over my shoulder and expected him to leave.

To my surprise, he turned down the covers and slipped between them. “Fine, then you can lay there and listen to what I have to say.” He paused, as if waiting for an argument.

“First of all, I can tell you’re angry about what happened. You haven’t come out of this room since. Look, Luna, I was trying to do the right thing. You deserve better than someone who would try to take advantage even though your head wasn’t in it.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I wasn’t out of my head and that perhaps I was hoping for a little guidance, seeing as I’d never done any of that before? And, you want to lay there acting like you’re protecting me, spouting off about what’s in my head. What about my heart? What about what my body craves, what it aches for every time you lay near me?” There, I’d said it, and his eyes flashed at the admittance and he closed the distance between us.

“I wanted it, too. But you should be made love to the first time, by someone who deserves you.”

I sat up and spun around to face him. “Cut the crap, Gabriel. What if I want to be fucked? Have you even considered that? What I might want?” I pushed at his chest. “Did you deny all of the other women in your bed because of what they deserved? I don’t think you ever have. I don’t want to be treated with kid gloves. I want to be taken like a woman who is wanted – like one who is desired.”

He gripped my wrists and pulled me down closer above him. His eyes pegged me with a feral gleam. “Be careful what you ask for.” He pushed his hips into me, letting me feel his erection, and I yanked my arm free and snaked my hand down to feel it through his soft cotton pants.

“Is that what you wanted? The other night when you wanted me to touch you? Like this?” His response came when his cock twitched in my grip, and I slipped my hand into his pants to stroke the hard length.

He pulled a breath through his teeth and gripped my shoulders. Then in one quick motion, rolled me to my back and captured my mouth. His lips were welcomed against mine as they mingled, sucked, and pulled. He trailed his way down and stopped.

“Undress for me.” He rolled up on his knees and watched as I slipped off my silk camisole. As my fingers tugged the strings of my panties, he licked his lips. Heat throbbed deep in my core, and the slow ache of my tender bud bloomed. I pulled the lace down and he took over the task once they were at my knees.

I wanted his mouth on me. He rose up on his knees, stroking his erection as he came closer. Then he dipped down and disappeared between my thighs, his tongue penetrating my folds in long, lapping licks. The moan that ripped from my throat and through the room only encouraged him more, and he closed his mouth on my clit and sucked it hard, as if he longed to hear that sound again.

I was breaking apart, shattering like glass and melting into liquid all at once.

He slipped a finger inside me and stroked me, coaxing me to release. I clenched tight and couldn’t control the delicious pulsing deep inside of me. It overtook me, rolling across in waves. My hips bucked greedily, wanting more, wanting any motion that would make the pleasure continue, no matter the damage.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his warm breath licking my slit. “Come for me. I need you ready for it.”

His mouth continued relentlessly until I exploded. I realized then that I’d been missing something in life – something big.

It was only the beginning. He rose up on his knees, and I thought he was pulling away to stop again. Before I could protest, he kissed me, the taste of me still on his lips. My whole body tingled, and I wanted to give him the same feeling. I wondered if it were the same for him.

I took his cock in my hand and whispered against his neck as he kissed his way below my ear. “I want to taste you, as well.”

He met my eyes, his still fierce with passion. He sat back and stood his shaft straight up as he stroked it. I shifted to my knees, and he placed his hand around my neck and guided me to it.

I licked his head, letting my tongue flick and tease his tip before closing my mouth around him. My hand worked his shaft as I lowered myself, taking in more of it, which spread my lips tight. I relaxed as he pushed and eased inside my throat, and as I neared his base, he hitched a breath.

“Fuck yeah.” The words escaped his mouth like a prayer, and as I bobbed my head to work him, he pumped his hips against me, fucking my throat.

He moaned and wove his fingers into my hair, his grip tugging me back. “I want inside you. Are you ready for me?” His palm cupped my pussy and slipped a finger inside, stroking me.

“Yes.” The word croaked from me in a desperate sound and had him crossing the room to his wallet on the dresser. He hurried back to the bed, and I lay back as he lowered himself over me, his cock brushing against me as he sheathed himself and tossed the foil wrapper to the bedside table.

“No holding back. That’s how you want it, right?” The words were intimidating, and I nodded in response as I took a deep breath to calm myself. I was worked up and anxious, craving more attention at my core.

His hips moved forward slowly, and his head pressed against my slick opening. I spread around it and adjusted quickly to the penetration. But then as he inched deeper, his girth stretched me even wider around his thick base.

I winced as he shattered my virginity, but luckily the slow burn eased as he stroked himself inside me, and soon enough we were moving in time together, the building pleasure taking away any sense of pain.

He pulled back and thrusted hard, and his heavy sac slapped against my ass, creating another unexpectedly welcomed sensation that sent a moan from my throat.

I liked it when he did that and loved that he hadn’t held back. I’d no doubt be sore after, but it was worth it. I drank him in as he lifted my legs over his shoulder and thrusted, the head of his cock retreating, but always returning where I wanted it.

I shifted my legs down to grip his ass and pull him tighter against me.

He lowered himself to my lips and kissed me like he was starved for more. He trailed his lips down and captured my nipple into his mouth and suckled, causing the pressure to build inside my core around his thrusts. He cupped my breast as his other hand twisted in my hair as he cradled my head.