Billionaire Undaunted:The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Zane(28)

"I'm not scared, Zane. I'm turned on." There was something freeing in  the fact that she didn't have to make any decisions right now. She was  at Zane's mercy, and she wanted him to satisfy her now.

He leaned down, supporting himself with his hands, as he whispered  huskily in her ear, "You'll be even hornier shortly," he warned.

"No teasing," she begged.

He lowered his head and kissed her, stopping her from getting out any  more words. His dominant embrace fueled the fire that was already  smoldering, just like setting fire to gasoline.

She pulled on her wrist, automatically wanting to twine her arms around his neck.

When he broke the embrace to move his tongue down her neck and to her  breasts, Ellie was already half crazy. "Please," she pleaded. "Fuck me."

He lifted his mouth from her skin long enough to confess, "I love it  when you talk dirty to me. I love it when you're so desperate that all  you can think about is me inside you."

"I'm more than desperate," she whined, wrapping her fingers around the  taut restraints and clenching them so hard that the fabric would never  be the same.

He nipped and tongued her breasts, alternating from one to the other,  and Ellie squirmed beneath his touch, needing to feel all of him.

Shivering as he moved his mouth down her belly, she raised her hips, unable to voice her need.

Just when she was ready to scream with frustration, Zane moved back,  shoved her legs apart and moved between them. "Tell me you want me,  Ellie. Say it," he demanded.

His mouth was so close to her pussy that she could feel his warm breath on her core.

"I need you. Please, Zane."

"What do you need?"

"I need you to make me come. Now," she insisted, desperate to do so, but  unable to grasp his hair and shove his head between her legs.

She quivered as she finally felt the light touch of his mouth on her,  his tongue gently delving between her folds. Pushing her legs up and  back, he licked her from anus to clit, lapping up everything he could  get before his tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves that was  pulsating as her core clenched almost painfully.

His mouth devoured her, his tongue tortuously exploring her pussy. She  moaned as the pressure on her clit became harder and harder. "Yes. Yes,  please. More," she pleaded desperately in a voice she hardly recognized  as her own.

Just as she was ready to orgasm, he pushed her over the top, thrusting  two fingers into her channel and filling her, thrusting in and out  furiously, matching the crazy rhythm of his tongue.

Her gut twisted, and then the pleasure flowed through her entire body,  centering on the ferocious, carnal pleasure she was getting from relying  on Zane for every wave of erotic pulsation that was overwhelming her  body.         

     



 

Ellie's climax crashed over her body explosively, uncontrollably.  "Zane!" She screamed out his name as her fists clenched the ties that  bound her to the bed.

He prolonged her ecstasy as long as he possibly could, never slowing  down his endless pursuit to lap every ounce of her juices like a man who  hadn't had anything to drink for days.

Ellie's thighs and pussy were still quivering as Zane reared up, his  eyes instantly meeting hers. "Jesus, Ellie! You look so damn … " He looked  as if he was searching for the words. "Mine," he concluded fiercely.

She panted, trying to catch her breath. "Then take what's yours," she gasped, desperate for him to be inside her. "Please."

His face registered a feral, possessive expression before he reached up,  released her hands from the bindings, and then flipped her onto her  belly, urging her up on her hands and knees. Surprised, Ellie did what  he wanted, knowing he wanted to claim her in the most primitive way  possible. He'd never done this before, generally preferring they were  face-to-face when he was fucking her into a state of madness, wanting to  see her come.

The slap to her ass was firm and she jolted in shock as he grunted.  "Never push me this far, Ellie, or this is what you'll get." He smacked  her rear a few more times, and then rubbed his hand covetously over the  stinging flesh. He delved between her thighs, stroking her pussy after  every erotic smack.

She moaned as he finally entered her from behind, burying his cock to  the root. The sensation was so damn erotic that she couldn't stop  groaning with pleasure, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her.

Gripping her hips, Zane showed her no mercy as he pummeled her over and  over again with his cock, pulling her ass back against him with every  thrust.

"Oh, my God, Zane! Yes!" He felt so deep in this position, and she knew  he was as lost to this carnal mating as she was right now.

Ellie could feel her body perspiring, feeling like she was burning from  the inside and it was spreading outward to every inch of her flesh.  Pushing back, she tried to make their bodies meet harder, the slapping  of their flesh and harsh breathing the only sounds in the room.

"Harder," she urged, not wanting him to stop.

"Good," Zane rasped. "You feel so fucking good."

"Yes," Ellie hissed, pushing back as he pulled on her hips, needing him  so desperately that only this rough, hard mating was going to satisfy  her.

"Tell me you're mine, Ellie. Tell me that you'll never leave," he  rumbled, tightening his hold on her flesh as he pounded into her.

That was exactly what she'd been trying to show him. In his desire to  comfort her, help her through her pain, he'd been suffering through his  own discomfort alone. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you  again," she answered breathlessly, trying to take away the fear that was  the most acute for him.

He's afraid. He's worried that I'll disappear again.

It wasn't a rational fear, but Ellie had learned that very few things that she was still anxious about made sense.

She imploded the moment she felt Zane's fingers stroking over her pussy  and then over her clit, his hand having moved from her hip to the  pulsating nub.

Zane took over as Ellie's climax consumed her. "Come for me, Ellie. I can't wait any longer," Zane insisted in a graveled voice.

He didn't need to tell her to lose it. The muscular walls of her sheath  were already clamping around his cock in spasms she couldn't control,  signaling to Zane that she was already climaxing … hard.

"Christ! There's no better feeling than you coming around me," Zane groaned.

Ellie dropped to her elbows, unable to keep herself supported on her  hands as her orgasm peaked and Zane spilled himself deep inside her with  a tormented groan.

Lowering himself over her, Zane kissed the back of her head and both  sides of her face, and then rested his forehead against her hair.

She could hear and feel his labored breathing, the warmth of his rapid  exhales ruffling her hair, his chest rising and falling against her  back.

Ellie finally collapsed completely, and Zane rolled to her side.

When she could finally get the words out, she whispered, "I'm hot."

"Already?" Zane teased as he played with a lock of her hair.

She slapped his arm playfully. "You know what I mean. I'm sweating like a pig."

"Me, too," he agreed as he rolled to his feet at the side of the bed. "Let's go."

She shook her head. "You wore me out. I need a few minutes."

He didn't say a word as he bodily picked her up and made his way out of  the bedroom and to the indoor pool. He lowered them both into the water  slowly, cradling her nude body against him, submerging them slowly so it  wasn't a shock to her system.         

     



 

As she lowered her feet lazily to the tiled floor of the pool, Zane took  her wrists gently and turned them over and back again, inspecting the  flesh. "Thank God. No marks," he mumbled, and then put a gentle hand on  her butt, stroking over it tenderly. "But your ass is a little red." He  didn't sound particularly remorseful that he'd left some kind of brand  on her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she teased, "It was worth it. I don't think I've ever come quite that hard."

A relieved grin lit his face. "I didn't want to hurt you, Ell. Thank you for trusting me that much."

"You'd never intentionally hurt me." She stroked a hand over his shadowed jaw. "I know that."

"I don't want to do it unintentionally either," he grumbled, tightening  his arms around her waist, and then lowering his head to kiss her.

Unlike their wild session in bed, his kiss was tender and sweet, an  affirmation of how much he wanted to cherish her. Ellie's heart melted  as his lips gently roved over her mouth, licking and tasting every inch.

When he finally lifted his head, she sighed and laid her head on his  shoulder, the water lapping around them, steadily cooling her body down.  "The house looks amazing. Thank you," she whispered huskily into his  ear.

His gesture had touched her more than she could explain.

"Our house," he corrected. "I want it to feel like home to you."