Billionaire’s Bounty(22)

But first, he only teased her with the head of his cock, driving her crazy as he stroked himself on her sopped opening. Her thighs began to tremble helplessly, and this time she couldn’t hold back a tearful sob. She asked, no begged, for him to take her. She thrust back against him, desperate for his penetration. He was only making her all the more slick and mushy inside, and all the more ready to be powerfully claimed.

And when he finally rocked into her, she almost went giddy with pleasure, unable to keep herself from crying out. She heard him groan, his body going still as her pussy vibrated around his invading cock, which was only half inside her. And she wanted more. Instinctively, she pushed back in his direction - just before he took hold of her hips and dove into her to the hilt.

Miranda gasped, unprepared for the solid sense of being ripped in half now that he was fully inside her. There was a terrible sweetness to the pain, making it so that she didn’t want it to end. She wanted it to continue. So she wriggled her bottom against him, and he took it as a signal that she was ready for his hot, hard taking.

She felt his fingers in her hair, roping the long thick strands around his wrist. And then he pulled roughly, leaning back on his knees so that she was forced to arch back till she was balanced on him. His thighs were now underneath hers, and he began to pump himself up into her pussy. Lost in her dark, bottomless world, Miranda could only moan and buck; wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving her. Her discomfort with the corset was irrelevant now, what with that monster of a cock pushing deeper and deeper into her, pounding against spots within her core that she’d never known a man could reach. Her bottom bounced up and down on him, their movements corresponding perfectly.

He’d let go of her hair now, this time reaching round for her tits with both hands. Focussing on the sensations of his touch, she moaned over and over as he tweaked her rock-hard nipples. His hips were moving like pistons now, pushing his cock even deeper into her pussy if that were possible. Miranda felt herself blacking out with pleasure, feeling his large hands squeezing possessively on her bouncing mounds. He told her gruffly in her ear how much he loved being inside her, and how good it felt to have her pussy wrapped around his cock so tightly.

Miranda shivered in delight at his raunchy words, her hands covering his over her breasts which he was fondling roughly. His thrusts were now coming fast and choppy, jarring her whole body with the repeated impact. The intensity of it all was just too much for her, and moments later, her mouth opened in a soundless squeal as her pussy clenched and released continuously on his cock with her resonating climax.#p#分页标题#e#

Yes yes yes, she heard him chant, the sound of his voice far away as her brainwaves seemed momentarily devoid of any sense of time or place. Still he hammered into her, his growls deepening as he too, finally succumbed to his own epic release. He held on tight to her in those moments when the world seemed to go the other way round, and she sank against him, unable to move as he ground into her with one last, belly-ripping thrust.

Finally, spent, he reached up to untie the blindfold, pulling out of her as they fell to the bed in a collective heap. His breath was coming out in gasps, and she turned into his arms, feeling the need to soothe him with her kisses. Their lips joined moistly, and his arm wound around her in that strong, possessive way of his. His face had that warm, sweat-beaded flush, and now that she could look into his eyes, she drank in the strange expression that crossed his eyes. But before she could search further, he reached up and kissed her forehead, and told her to sleep. She closed her eyes obediently, and in the next moment, she was off like a light.



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It had happened. She’d done what she’d feared, prayed she wouldn’t do. She’d fallen in love with Jude Stone.

Nothing on earth could have been worse than discovering that he’d stolen her heart. She hated herself for it, but she couldn’t stop it from happening. It had crept in on her and now she had only herself to blame. From one day to the next, she kept imagining and even wishing that the feeling would ebb, that he wouldn’t be able to move her as before.

But it never happened; with each hour she spent around him, she buried herself in even deeper.

They’d arrived on Monday, and now this was the third morning, a Thursday. There was barely three days left till they’d have to return to London. After they breakfasted together down in the hotel’s prestigious restaurant, he suggested mildly if she’d like to spend the day with him.

“Don’t you have any important appointments to attend?” she asked in surprise.