The Billionaire's Virgin

“Oh fuck. Faster,” I gasp.

“Only if you promise to come for me, my gorgeous little tease.” He kisses my neck, the sensitive spot just beneath my ear, as his finger finally pushes all the way inside me. I buck against him.

“I want to come for you, sir. Please, make me come. Fuck me . . .” I barely even hear myself talking now, I’m so lost in sensation. His finger glides out of me, thrusts back in, finding a rhythm, and I sway against him.

He adds a second finger, and I moan in response, my pussy tightening around his thick, strong fingers. He fucks me faster, and his thumb brushes across my clit, sending waves of pleasure rocking through my entire body. I moan again, unable to form words as he pulls me against his strong, solid body.

He releases my wrists, and I grab onto his shoulders for support as he wraps his other hand in my hair, forces me to look him in the eyes. I can hardly keep mine open, as he thrusts his fingers into me faster, harder, his thumb now grazing my clit with every thrust. I feel full to bursting, ready to lose my mind, and he catches my eye, seeming to stare right through me, into my very core. He knows me better than I know myself, I think for a confused, blazing instant.

Then he says, “Come for me, Bonnie,” and I don’t see or hear anything else.

I cry out as the pleasure peaks inside. My whole body shakes against his, but he’s holding me tight, keeping me upright, and all the while, he doesn’t stop thrusting into me, circling my clit, making my head swim and my pussy clench hard with every spasm of ecstasy. I feel that orgasm all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes, as if my whole body just lit up with electricity.

When I finally stop coming, I’m panting for breath, trembling. But he’s not finished yet. He keeps stroking me, slower now, his touch ever so light against my sensitive clit. Before long I feel myself clenching again, my body shaking as another orgasm hits me. I shout his name, and he grabs my hair with his other hand, pulls my mouth to his and crushes his lips to mine in a rough kiss.

Our tongues are intertwined, and I’ve lost all track of time and place. He let go of my wrists, so I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. My hands tangle in his hair. He breaks away from the kiss, and I gasp in protest. But he’s only gone a second, leaning over to tap the glove compartment. Then he’s back, and his finger is toying with my clit again.

That’s when I feel cool metal slide between us. I glance down, my eyes widening.

“Did you think I was finished with you already?” Pierce smirks as he presses the egg-shaped metal orb against my mound. He circles it slowly, and the cold of the metal makes me shiver. “I’ve only just gotten started, Bonnie.”

I swallow hard. “Is that . . . ?”

In response, he parts my pussy lips again and slides the egg closer to my opening. “A remote-controlled vibrator, yes.”

I swallow again. Though I can’t disguise my quick breath or the way my pussy clenches in anticipation. I’m still so fucking thirsty, dammit. And he knows it.

Pierce smirks as he presses the vibrator against my entrance. It’s thick—not as thick as his cock, but close to it. My lips part in a groan as he forces it inside me. My pussy is tight from all the orgasms, but he’s patient. And persistent.

As he slowly presses the toy inside me, he goes back to licking and sucking at my breasts, his teeth grazing my sensitive nipples every so often, making me jump and tense.

Finally, he slides the egg all the way into my pussy. I feel tighter and fuller than ever. This is thicker than any vibrator I’ve ever used on my own. I expect him to turn it on, but instead, he slides me off his lap and back into my seat beside him.

He’s breathing fast, too, and the bulge in his pants is huge, straining. He locks eyes with me, smiling knowingly, as he lifts his hand to his lips and slowly licks my juices from his fingers.

I swallow hard, still trying to orient myself. Fucking hell. I didn’t know it could feel like that. I’ve masturbated, of course, but never that roughly, or for that long . . . And I still feel full, stuffed with the vibe he put in me.

He’s still watching me, hungry, excited, and I can’t help myself. I reach across the console and grab his cock again, my hand curling around his thick, excited length.