Heart Of The Billionaire(25)

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Her whole being craved Sam Hudson, and only him. His domination aroused her, his scent enveloped her in carnal desire. “Then take me, Sam.” No more waiting, no more questioning; there was only this man for her. He had always been the only one.

“You’re going to marry me, Maddie. Promise me you will,” he demanded, his hands pulling the sleeves down her arms, lowering the top half of her dress until her breasts sprang free, leaving her arms trapped to her sides by the straps he had lowered.

“I’ll think about it,” she agreed, moaning as his mouth lowered to her breasts, his hands pushing them together so he could switch from one breast to the other easily. His mouth bit gently at one nipple, then suckled it erotically before switching to the other. Back and forth, over and over, until Maddie was out of her mind from the pleasurable torment.

“Promise,” he commanded, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

She undulated her hips, thrusting her core against his hard erection, needing friction, needing to be filled, needing all of him. “For God’s sake just fuck me. We can talk about everything else later,” she told him vehemently as she yanked her arms outward, tearing the small sleeves without an ounce of regret, in order to free her hands to be able to touch him.

Her hands speared through his curls, holding his head against her breast, urging him to give her more. Moving her trembling fingers down his back, she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her pelvis against his groin, desperate.

Lifting his head from her breast, Sam took her mouth, a dominant claiming that had her moaning against his thrusting tongue and grinding her saturated pussy harder against his cock. His embrace was wild and rampant; his hands holding the back of her head, his desperate fingers making the clips in her hair fly away, keeping her still for his possession. Their tongues tangled in a hungry duel, both wild and untamed.

With a tormented, masculine groan, Sam came to his knees. He ripped off his tie and vest, tearing the buttons off without even taking the time to unfasten them. His shirt followed in the same manner, all of the discarded items hitting the floor without a care. Maddie sat up from her reclining position and Sam immediately grasped the zipper on the back of dress, lowered it and tugged the dress to her hips and then down her thighs as she lifted her ass for him to remove it.

“Christ, Maddie! You are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Nothing even comes close,” he growled, standing to discard the rest of his clothing. His eyes never left her body as she reclined again. He stared blatantly as he removed his pants, socks and boxers, his eyes emanating liquid desire.

She gaped as she saw his cock standing erect and enormous against his ripped abs, her empty pussy clenching with need. Sam had a body that probably haunted every woman’s fantasies. Big, muscular and perfect. For her, he was the whole package, he was her Sam all over, including the intent, erotic look that he was shooting her from those intense eyes.

Always body conscious, she should have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Sam liked her curvy body and she was in excellent aerobic shape, working out several days a week. Seeing the look on his face, she didn’t regret a single curve at the moment. He obviously appreciated her rounded hips and larger than average breasts. He made her feel like a sex goddess, a very unusual and erotic feeling for her.

“Come,” she begged him, her arms reaching for him. She needed to feel his body against hers, filling her.

“No. You come first,” he told her wickedly, intentionally misunderstanding her meaning. “I’ve been dying to taste you and I will.”

Crawling up the lounger, he settled between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. She was wearing wispy green panties and a pair of nude thigh high stockings with scalloped lace at the top.

Suddenly nervous, she stammered, “Sam, I-I’ve not…I don’t…I-”

“You’ve never let a guy go down on you?” he grumbled, his fingers delicately stroking the strip of skin exposed at the top of her thigh.

“No one ever asked,” she moaned, as his tongue replaced his fingers, laving the flesh at the top of her thigh in slow, sensual strokes.

“Good,” he answered with male satisfaction. “And I’m not asking, Sunshine. I’m taking what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”

She was rendered mute as he licked teasingly over the barely-there panties, stroking over her wet folds through the thin fabric. Trembling, she fisted her hands into his hair, not at all certain that she could take much more teasing. “Please, Sam. I need you.”

“You have me, Maddie. You always have,” he answered huskily against her mound.