Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 2(89)

I was staring at my dream man. And, shock of all shocks, he was staring down at me as if I were his dream girl.

He climbed on top of me, his hips wedged between my spread legs. I was trapped beneath him, not completely powerless, but almost.

My insides clenched as he fingered my slick folds, preparing them for what was about to come. The finger, the one teasing, tormenting me, delved deeper, finding my entry and piercing it roughly. I bucked, blood surging through my body. “Tevin!”

“You are so tight.” He added a second finger, and I cried out. My insides clenched around the invading digits, warm juices easing his entry as they slid deeper before gliding out. He pushed them in again, and out, knuckles scraping against the spot inside that made me quiver. Already, the first tremors of an orgasm were quaking through my body, but I fought it, wanting the sweet torment to last.

He groaned as I clenched my inner muscles again. “You are more beautiful than I ever imagined,” he said, his voice rough.

“So are you.” I traced the line bisecting his torso, from chest down to his belly button.

A rumble vibrated beneath my fingertip as he made a little growling sound. “I want to do things to you…so many things.”

“Maybe I want you to do those things, too.”

“Maybe?” He flicked a fingertip over one of my nipples and I trembled.

A sparkle glittered in his eyes. “I would say that’s more than a maybe.” His brows crinkled a little as he gently pinched my nipple, sending a tiny blade of pleasure pain zipping through my body. “But there’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked on a sigh.

“Condom,” he mumbled.

“I don’t--“

“I do.” He pushed himself upright and reached for his pants. Once he had them in his hands, he jerked out his wallet out of the pocket and flipped it open.

I closed my eyes and listened to the crinkle of a condom wrapper as he tore it open. My fingers curled into fists. Oh God, this was really happening. I was about to have sex with Tevin Page. Premier’s newest client. My newest client. And to hell with the consequences.

To hell with it all.

I wanted him. He was mine. Mine, dammit! I deserved a little happiness too. Even if it wouldn’t last forever. Even if it might not last more than one night.

One incredible night.

Yes, that was what I would have. One night with a man who inspired my dreams.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was aware of every breath I drew in. I was aware of every sensation, the taste of his kiss still lingering on my lips, the quiet but oh so sexy sound of his lips smacking gently as he kissed the fullness of my breast.

When his tongue flicked over my nipple, little blades of heat pierced through my center. It was as if a current charged through me, from my nipple to my core. Every nerve in between was sizzling, and all I could think about was what he would do next. What glorious pleasure would he introduce me to next?

Within a handful of excruciating seconds, he was pushing his way past my sodden tissues, entering me slowly, inch by glorious inch. I stretched to accommodate his wide girth. He was thick. Long. Perfect.

He lifted my thighs and forced them wide apart. The friction of his forward thrust was absolutely glorious. In he stroked, and out. Slowly, his movements so controlled I fought against his control, wrapped my legs around his hips to deepen the strokes. Our bodies worked together perfectly, fit together perfectly, as if they’d been made to complete each other. Waves of pleasure washed through me with every touch, every kiss, and every intimate stroke. I’d never felt so beautiful or so desired. The way he looked at me, whispered my name, as he drove deep inside made me feel like I was the only woman for him. I was his. He was mine.

Gradually, those waves grew stronger as I writhed beneath him, my hips gliding forward and back in time with his thrusts. My eyelids drifted shut as I became overwhelmed with the pleasure. One more stroke. No two. So hot. So tight. I trembled and whimpered and begged until finally…at last…

“Yessss.” A white hot blaze swept through my body, igniting every nerve, from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I convulsed around him so hard it almost hurt. I cried out his name as he surged forward and back, thrusting hard into me, driving toward his own release.

My orgasm had barely faded when I felt his member swell as he climaxed. My body still vibrating, I tumbled into another orgasm. I jerked and writhed and screamed as he pounded mercilessly into me, driving every drop of come from his body.#p#分页标题#e#

And then, he bent over me and laid his head on my chest. His semi-flaccid member remained buried deep inside me. Little twitches and tingles accompanied the warm afterglow of that mind-blowing experience.