Billionaire’s Bounty(14)

He’d ravenously lapped up every drop, his hands holding down her convulsing thighs or she’d have sprung off the bed.

It took a while, but she soon calmed down enough, and became suddenly aware of his urgency, had opened her eyes and seen him arched in readiness above her. The muscles of his arms which were braced on either side of her seemed rigid, and she could see how taut as a bow-string he was. “I need to know if you’re ready for me,” he husked, his face tight with the power of his wish to claim her. The hand he stroked tenderly over her hair was slightly trembling and his jaw was clenched tight. She could see all the signs, but knew he would not surge into her unless he thought she could take him, in every way.

Oh, Miranda had been more than ready. Her pussy was slick with preparedness enough, and now that the first wild salvo of her passion had been gentled, she felt that indeed, only one thing was left that could top that. And that was to feel him shafting deep into her with that huge, throbbing cock of his.

“Yes,” she replied simply at last, clasping her hand behind his head and pulling him down for a kiss. He moaned roughly against her mouth, just as with a sharp thrust of his hips, he drove into her.

And it was such a triumphal entry, she remembered. Because even with the first shock of discomfort as his massive size stretched through her walls, the pleasure almost immediately began to kick in, causing her to gasp in surprised delight. He groaned deep in his throat as he drew back and then bucked into her again, almost driving her back into the headboard. “Sorry,” he gritted out, leaning over her as he paused, watching the play of pain passing across her face at the now deeper invasion, “But you’re so tight...and wet, and I...I may not be able to hold back, honey.”

“Then don’t,” she told him softly, holding his dark gaze unwaveringly. Her hands were roving over his back, raking, urging. Already, she could feel her pussy begin to adjust, and then cling hungrily to his throbbing, hot shaft. “I’m a big girl...I can take it.”

A teasing light danced in her eyes, and she saw the corner of his lips tilt in a smile. But in moments, their shared humour paled to the call of the wild, overpowering passion that suddenly mastered them.

He loved her long and hard, thrusting deeply enough and powerfully enough to keep her moaning out his name, while her fingernails ran deep grooves into his back. Her legs were wrapped around him, locking him to her as their conjoining grew fiercer, wilder. He ground into her, moving his hips in a rhythm that was going to be the undoing of them both. Steadily, he built up the flames, holding them back as long as he could, and yet still showing her that she needed to be set, at any time, for the detonation. And when it finally arrived, it was almost violent in its manifestation. It let loose upon them with a vengeance, ripping a roar from Jude’s throat as his now piston-like thrusts pushed him past the brink. Miranda felt a shriek pass her lips before she could stop it, and had to stuff her hand in her mouth to quell further vocal eruptions. Her body could not be so controlled however, as she shuddered convulsively against him. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes at that moment.#p#分页标题#e#

Watching him come, and knowing that he watched her as well, was almost as majestically erotic as the event itself. Neither one could look away; and within that brief time capsule there was a revealing, a drawing back of the curtain. She knew then and there that, much against her will or even her expectation, she’d reached that point of no return.



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Her boss slid into the limousine, settling into the plush seat opposite. Carly glanced surreptitiously at her watch, and saw that they were well on schedule. She looked up at Jude, her eyes searching his face as with a light “good morning”, he reached for the nearby dailies.

“Rough night?” She murmured, a smile curving her lips. He was as impeccably groomed as ever, his hair sleek with every gold lock in place. His dark suit fit with fashionable snugness, and he’d unbuttoned it, revealing the startling white shirt and dark tie. And yet, even with him looking as sharp as a pin, Carly’s skilful eye could detect that he wasn’t totally his usually collected self. “Because you look sort of peaked,” she added with humour-tinged concern.

“No, actually I’m good,” he assured her with a flash of his white, perfect dentition.

“Not really you aren’t, she insisted, her tone teasing. “I recognise that flummoxed, mind-blown look on your face because I see it in my husband’s eyes every once in a while.”

“Really? Jude mocked in playful surprise. “You mean after five years of marriage, you two are still at it?