Billionaire Undaunted:The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Zane(23)

Ellie couldn't reply. Her muscles clamped around his fingers and his  tongue brushed over and over her clit; this time, her orgasm rolled over  her like huge waves of relief and ecstasy. "Yes. Don't stop. Please  don't stop," she begged, her hands urging Zane's mouth harder against  her as she gyrated her hips to grind her pussy against him.

The force of her climax stunned her, the strong pulsations rocking her body, not wanting to cease.

Ellie clung to his hair as Zane continued to torment and tease, wringing  every drop of pleasure from her that he could get. He licked at the  juices she'd released during the powerful orgasm, keeping her in a  constant state of arousal.

"Fuck me, Zane. Please. I need you," she whimpered, thrashing her head from side to side.

She might have already come hard, but her body wouldn't be satiated  until the two of them were joined, locked together with his body pressed  against hers. Inside her.

"Ellie … sweetheart, I don't have a fucking condom."

His face was suddenly above her, his eyes feral and dark as he looked at  her with so much longing that it yanked at Ellie's heart. "I thought  all guys carried condoms," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around  his neck.

"I don't … I haven't … oh, fuck! It's been a long time for me. Years," Zane  rumbled. "I got tired of the bullshit and gave up after I found out my  girlfriend was moving on to greener pastures. If I need it, I get myself  off."         

     



 

The thought of Zane stroking himself to orgasm was so erotic that Ellie  had to close her eyes on his intense expression. "Fuck me, Zane. I think  you already know that I've never been with anyone, and when I went to a  follow-up appointment here in Rocky Springs, I asked my doctor to give  me birth control."

"Why?" Zane asked in a graveled tone.

"I was on it before I was kidnapped. I had bad periods. But I do it now  to make myself feel safer. Don't ask me to explain, because I don't  understand it myself. But Dr. Natalie said it's normal to feel afraid of  something happening again."

"I know I'm clean," Zane told her bluntly. "But I want you to see the medical documents."

"I don't need papers. I just need you," she answered, opening her eyes  and feeling the warm rush between her thighs as she met his tortured  gaze. "I trust you," she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

Zane stared at her for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her  with a longing that her soul immediately answered. She opened to him,  let him take her mouth as roughly as he wanted. Ellie wanted to feel his  desire, and she kissed him back just as savagely.

He didn't warn her before he pushed his massive cock into her, nor did  he hesitate. One stroke and he was deep inside her, and then he stopped,  burying himself to the root and pausing so she could get used to his  size.

She pulled her mouth from his, panting. "You're so damn big."

Zane let out a groan of pleasure before he replied, "Baby, you're so  tight and wet that I'm not going to last very long. Fuck! This all seems  so surreal."

Ellie agreed completely. The momentary pain of accepting a cock as big  as his was beginning to fade, and her body was insisting he move.  Wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively, she swiveled her hips  against him, her body begging him to fuck her.

When he started to move, Ellie felt elated. When he started to enter and  retreat, pumping into her like his life depended on it, she knew she'd  never be the same. The intimacy of their primal connection was  physically explosive and blissfully emotional.

Ellie wallowed in Zane's possessive claiming of her body, and she raised  her hips to meet every frantic stroke of his cock as their bodies  tangled together in one big mass of heat and need.

He reached between their bodies, searching and finding her clit. "Come  for me, Ellie. I can't wait any longer. Not this time. But I'm not  fucking leaving you behind," he grunted, his finger stroking urgently  over her clit as he continued to slam his cock inside her over and over  again.

The stimulation on that tiny bundle of nerves forced her to explode, her  body feeling like it was being torn to pieces as she started a strong,  different kind of climax that she'd never experienced before. "Yes. Oh,  God. It's too much."

"Let go, baby. Take what you want," he urged desperately.

All she wanted was Zane, and that included seeing him get off. She clung  to his sweat-laden shoulder, their bodies sliding together erotically  as the pulsations became strong, and then impossibly more intense.

"Zane!" She screamed out his name as sensation overwhelmed her.

He covered her mouth with his, as though he wanted to claim her  exclamation of pleasure as his. The kiss was rough, covetous, and  greedy, and Ellie welcomed it. She shuddered with ecstasy as the  crescendo started to calm, the muscles within the walls of her sheath  clamping down on Zane's cock.

Ellie's short nails dug into the skin of his back, needing to find purchase to keep her grounded.

He yanked his mouth from hers. "Fuck!" he groaned, lifting his upper  body on his forearms, his head thrown back, every muscle in his body  tight as her contractions made him spill himself inside her.

Ellie was panting, her body spent, but her heart was still racing as she  watched Zane in his moment of release. He'd never looked more gorgeous  than he did right now, his pleasure seemingly so acute that it was  almost painful.

Finally, he relaxed, resting his body on top of hers. Ellie gently  threaded her fingers into his hair and cradled his head against her  shoulder as they both struggled for breath.

"Jesus! Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn't," Zane said between ragged breaths.

She smiled as she stroked his irresistible head of hair. It was perfect.  He was perfect. "You didn't hurt me. You were worth waiting for, Zane."

He rose up, causing her fingers to slide out of his hair as he speared  her with an intense stare, a look that seemed to be searching to see if  she was telling the truth.

Stroking her fingers over the five o'clock shadow on his jaw, she  repeated, "You didn't hurt me. Really. My first time was more amazing  than I could have dreamed about. Thank you."         

     



 

"Christ! Don't thank me for something I've desperately wanted for so  long. It's not like I was doing you a favor." Zane broke their stare as  he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. "It should have  been longer and much gentler," he answered in a self-deriding tone as he  stroked his hand over her hair and down her back.

She sighed. "It was mind-blowingly amazing." Her spent body was relaxed and still humming with a pleasant post-coital bliss.

"Then you're easily pleased," Zane remarked with a lazy humor in his voice.

"Are you having performance anxiety?" she teased him.

"This was a first for me, too. Maybe a little," he admitted freely. "I can assure you, I've never had any problems before."

Ellie let out a startled laugh at his sudden arrogance. "I'm sure you  haven't if what just happened was any indication of your previous  performances."

"They never mattered, Ell," he replied hoarsely. "This time, I wanted everything to be good for you."

She had to swallow the lump in her throat before she could speak. "I'm  glad it was you," she told him simply, unable to express how much it  meant to her that he gave a damn.

All this time, Ellie knew she'd been waiting for this day, this evening.  She'd been waiting for Zane Colter, even though he had always been an  impossible dream that she just couldn't let go of.

"It will always be me," he grumbled, putting a possessive hand on her  ass. "This wasn't a one-timer. I still have all those dirty thoughts  about you that I need to make a reality."

Ellie thought for a moment before she spoke. "Zane, I don't want you to  feel like you have to do anything more." He'd been hurt by a woman  before, and she wasn't going to force their relationship.

He bolted into a sitting position, taking her with him. She ended up  sprawled over his legs, and struggled into a sitting position right in  front of him. He grasped her bare shoulders tightly, his expression  troubled. "I do need something, sweetheart," he remarked darkly. "I need  you. I need both of us to commit to this crazy connection we both know  exists. I can't ignore it anymore, Ell, and I don't want you to either. I  didn't use a damn condom because I never planned on this being a  one-time fling. It's complicated, but I'm past the point where I give a  damn. Let's make things as damn confusing as we want them to be. Explore  this with me, or I know we'll both regret it for the rest of our lives.  At least, I know I will."

Her heart skittered as she watched his expression. It went from dark and  confused to stubbornly determined. Zane wanted her to be … his.