Billionaire’s Sins by L. Steele
26
Ava
I stare at him, "What, what are you saying, you—?"
He lowers his head and closes his mouth over mine, deepens the kiss, absorbs my words at the same time he begins to move. He pulls out of me, all the way to the edge then propels his hips forward and into me. Pinpricks of pain radiate out and up my spine.
He begins to weave his fingers in and out of me again, as he fills my mouth with his tongue and continues to fuck my arse. He slides out, then in one smooth, long swipe, fills me again. This time he hits a spot somewhere deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed. My eyes roll back in my head. My entire body bucks. My shoulders jerk, and I arch under him, try to pull away, even as I want to get closer to him. To crawl under his skin and stay there. To tie myself to him and never let go… He can’t go. Why did he say that he has to leave? Why?
I snap my eyes open to find him watching me. He holds my gaze as he plunges forward again and again, each time hitting that same spot, and I can’t take it anymore. The tremors sweep up from my toes, up my legs, my thighs, pool in my center, before they slam up my spine and burst behind my eyes. The climax barrels into me and I yell—but he swallows the sound and keeps fucking me. He curls his fingers inside me, slams into me with such force that my entire body bucks. He thrusts once-twice-thrice then tears his mouth from mine, and with a low shout, empties himself inside me.
He slips his fingers out of my pussy, eases my legs down, then slumps forward, and for a second, his entire weight presses me into the floor. I’m surrounded by his intensely male scent, by the heat of his body, which coalesces with mine, by the sensation of his skin slippery with sweat, sliding over mine.
Then he rolls over and deposits me on his chest.
I press my cheek into the V of skin exposed by his shirt. His heart thunders against my ear, his breathing a ragged melody that soothes me and reminds me once more about what he said.
I place my chin in the demarcation between his pecs, stare up into his face, "Don’t go." The words rasp out and I swallow. "I don’t know what happened earlier, but whatever it is, we can face it together."
He stares down at me. "Why do you think something happened?"
"Didn’t it?"
"It doesn’t matter." He grips my shoulders and I know he’s going to push me off of him. He’s going to set me aside, get dressed, pick up his bag and leave and I… I cannot allow that. My heart begins to race; the blood thuds at my temple. I sit up, wince when my backside twinges, both from the spanking and from where he’d taken me, but I don’t care. I rise to my feet, hold out my hand.
He frowns. "What are you doing?"
"Come with me," I snap.
He scowls. "You don’t tell me what to do."
"Oh?" I glower back. "I just let you take my arse, you asshole. The least you can do is humor me for a little while longer."
The furrow between his eyebrows deepens, he hesitates, and I add, "You owe me this much."
He looks like he’s about to protest, then jerks his chin. He ignores my hand, and pushes up to tower over me.
I turn, head inside, through my bedroom, and into the ensuite, where I flick on the light switch. Pulling off my torn camisole I step into the shower cubicle, turn on the shower, then turn to find him watching me from the doorway.
I jerk my head toward the running water, and he frowns.
He opens his mouth to say something, then decides against it. Instead, he stalks over, at the same time reaching behind to tear off his shirt. I take in the expanse of his chest, those perfect pecs, the eight—no, ten-pack—shit, when does Father have the time to work out? He pulls off his boots and socks, then shoves down his pants and his boxers, kicking them aside. He straightens and his cock juts up. It seems even bigger, thicker, if that’s possible, considering he was just inside me. The head is swollen, and glistening from his cum, and a vein runs up the underside. Moisture pools in my mouth and I swallow, force myself to lower my gaze past those powerful thighs, to his corded calves and the wide feet that move toward me. He brushes past me, steps into the shower and raises his head to the flow of water. The space instantly seems to shrink, not that it was big to start, but with this six-foot, three-inch behemoth in the cubicle which had been perfectly big enough for me, there’s barely enough space for me to slide around and in front of him.
He watches me with a narrowed gaze as I reach out and pour some of the soap into my palm. Then I wash his chest, run my hands down those sculpted pecs, down his hard stomach, circle around the hard shaft which twitches as I sink to my knees and wash his thighs, his feet. I tip my chin up, survey him through the downpour. Water drops cling to his cheeks, spike his eyelashes, flatten his hair so it outlines the shape of his skull. There are hollows under his cheekbones and dark circles ring his eyes. How had I not noticed them before? What happened to make him break his vows? To make him want to leave so suddenly.
Leave. He wants to leave. Not yet. Not if I can help it.
I reach up, curl my fingers around his thick shaft. My fingers barely meet around his girth. Fuck me. How the hell had I taken him, and in my arse, at that? It is going to hurt like hell tomorrow. Only, I am not going to stop there. I wrap my other palm around his dick, then swipe up.
He hisses out a breath. His gaze intensifies. His massive chest rises and falls, as he parts his legs, giving me better access. I rise up on my knees, continue to pump him, up-down-up, and his flesh hardens, lengthens, throbs in my grasp.
His stomach muscles clench, his jaw ticks, and a nerve throbs at his temple. He slams a hand out and into the wall, and his biceps flex as he takes in a deep breath, then another.
I balance myself with one palm on his thigh and he flinches. His muscles coil, his shoulders flex, then a growl rips out of him.
He grits his teeth, holding my gaze as I increase the pace of my movements. His cock jumps in my grasp and he bares his teeth. "What are you waiting for?" he growls. "Suck me off."
