Married to the Secret Billionaire

“You’re a screamer. Good. I like that.” He pulls his fingers out of me, and I moan a little in protest. He smirks and straightens, reaching down to his trunks.

Oh god.

He lets the trunks fall, and his cock springs free, fatter and thicker than I could have imagined. My eyes go wide.

“I want to fuck you, Sinclair,” he says, stepping closer. “I want to feel that tight, sexy pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.” I sit upright as he approaches and reach out before I can think better of it.

I hesitate, my hands inches from his cock. He reaches down to take my wrists and guides my hands to the base of his shaft, circling them so I’m gripping his cock in both hands. Even so, it takes both of my hands to encircle him, he’s so thick. Will he fit? I feel a nervous flutter of fear.

“But I won’t claim you unless you’re ready for it.” His dark eyes study mine. “If you aren’t, I’ll walk away. Right now.”

My mouth goes dry at the thought. Even after the orgasm, I’m still so keyed-up, my body practically vibrating with desire. Don’t leave me like this, I want to cry out in protest. But I swallow down the words, afraid they sound too honest, too desperate. “I’m ready,” I say instead, locking eyes with him. “I want this.”

His smile widens, slow and lazy. “You’re tight,” he says. “It might hurt.”

“I know.” I set my jaw. My hands are still around his cock, and I trace them up and down the length of his shaft, marveling at the velvety softness of him, and the contrast between that and how steel-hard his shaft feels beneath the soft skin. “But a little pain can be nice.”

He laughs softly. “Well. I’ll do my best to avoid any pain, this time, but….” He reaches down then, to catch my wrists, and raises them over my head. He transfers them into one hand, so he’s pinning my arms above my head with just one hand and reaches down with his other to pull my hips a little farther up the bench.

When he leans down over me this time, eyes fixed on mine, I arch my back and feel the press of his hard muscles all the way down my body, his abs against my belly, his pecs digging into my bare, still hardened nipples.

“God you’re perfect,” he murmurs, his face inches from mine. “Where the hell did you come from?”

I laugh softly, though underneath it I feel a skip of fear. If he guesses; if he asks too many questions about my past… But he seems to pick up on the nervous flutter in my veins, because he turns away without pressing me, without waiting for an answer to that question.

He parts my thighs, and I feel his cock graze my inner thigh. He pauses to reach for a nearby locker and digs out a wallet with a condom inside.

I watch him unroll it over himself, shivering at the sight. He looks huge. As if sensing my nervousness, he smiles again, and slides one hand down to part my pussy lips. “You’re nice and wet already,” he murmurs, his fingers probing for my entrance. One finger slips into me slowly, before a second joins. My eyes flutter half-shut at the sensation. “Just relax, Sinclair, and let me show you.”

So I do. I relax. I let myself go in a way I never have with a guy before, because for some reason, I do trust him, at least when it comes to this. I trust him because he already coaxed the kind of orgasm out of me that I’d never even known I was capable of having. He knows my body better than I do, it seems. And surrendering control feels sexy, like a kind of power in itself, giving myself over to him.

He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with the tip of his cock instead. His eyes catch mine and hold. “Sinclair…” He murmurs my name like he’s testing out the way it feels on his tongue, before he slowly rocks his hips forward and presses inside me.

I moan, long and low, as his cock slides into my pussy. I can feel my walls stretching around him, straining to take in his girth. For a moment my breath hitches, and he pauses, watching me closely, attentive to my every breath and motion, waiting until I catch his eye and nod before he starts to move again, pressing deeper, deeper.

Finally, he’s lying along me, and his cock is buried fully inside me, my pussy aching with the unfamiliar stretch. But it’s a good ache. The kind of bone deep ache that makes me want more of this, more of him.

“God,” he groans between his clenched teeth. “You are so fucking tight. You feel incredible.” He leans down to kiss my neck, then the soft spot below my ear, his teeth grazing my skin and making me gasp with pleasure. He traces his lips over my jawline until his mouth finds mine again, and he crushes my lips against his in a slow, deep kiss.