Her Tiger Billionaire(20)

“Anna.”

His voice sounded gruff; she barely recognized it as Sven’s.

“Look at me.”

She obeyed.

“Watch me when I take you. Don’t ever look away.”

Annalise murmured a yes.

The crown of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing gently. She halted her breath, waiting for the pain to come. If there was any, she couldn’t feel it. She was way too horny to feel any pain. All she wanted was him. To take her. Fuck her. Brand every inch of her body as his.

Sven pushed in. She inhaled a sharp breath. He held down her hips and penetrated her. A scream froze in her throat, leaving her wide-eyed to the sensation.

It hurt, but the pain felt so good that it puzzled her immensely. She couldn’t understand how she could be enjoying this kind of new sensation so much. She gasped each time Sven pushed, working on burying his cock inch by inch inside her. Sven never broke eye contact.

He examined her reaction each time he thrust. He seemed to want to comfort her, but he was too consumed in confronting his own needful demon.

Annalise dug her fingers into his shoulders. It felt like she had been split to the core. Something alien, not that unwelcome, hot male flesh pulsing and spearing inside her. The sensation, the pressure and the combination between pain and pleasure were so addicting. Her pussy contracted around his shaft—iron sheathed in satin.

With a growl that was too primal to be human, Sven slammed the remaining inches all the way home.

God, oh god. She was full. Beyond full. A thousand shimmering sensations crashed into her. Pleasure. Pain. More pleasure. Need and more need for pleasure surged through her veins.

“Anna, you okay?”

She nodded quickly.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes. A little. Who cares?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love it.”

Sven grunted. Maybe he was laughing too. He pecked her lips. “I can’t believe you’re so fucking tight. I could fuck you like this all night.”

Yes, please. She didn’t mind at all. She had become a slave to the addicting carnal need, knowing that her reward would be the ultimate pleasure. She wanted to make love all night with him. Be with him. Become one with him.

He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He pulled his cock out a little and pushed it back in. it was hard for him to move at first, but when she became accustomed to his size, it became easier for him to fuck properly.

Sven kissed her. He fisted her hair, keeping her still while he withdrew and thrust in agonizingly slow motion. It seemed he thrilled to relive the initial penetration. His cock felt hot inside her, too hot to be human flesh.

Her pussy was so sensitive. She could feel the contour of his shaft. Every ridge, every vein. The way it pulsed. The way it seared her body and mind with pure fire. Pleasure fire. Ambrosia of all ecstasy.

It was unimaginable.

She couldn’t believe sex felt this good.

“Anna…” Sven fucked in a steady rhythm at first, then his thrusts became more urgent. His cock slammed in without reserve, branding her with pure lust. He fucked her faster, deeper, harder until she could only feel fire.

There was no more pain, only unfulfilled atavistic need. She welcomed him home each time, hips to hips. Flesh to flesh. So that she could ride with him toward the ultimate pleasure.

Sven’s grip on her tightened. Her pulse raced. He gritted his teeth as he flooded her with hard, quick thrusts. He pounded and lunged and slammed until she couldn’t take him anymore.

Bright colored fireworks burst before her eyes as Annalise climaxed. Her body went rigid, stalling her breath in her throat. She whipped her head toward the sky. Her back arched as waves of powerful ecstasy washed over her.

Annalise was trying to catch her breath when he rammed his cock in once, twice and a third time before he jerked and climaxed. She could feel his cock pulse in her depths. Warm liquid bathed her battered pussy. Her sex quivered and contracted around his shaft, milking him to the last drop.

“Anna…” Sven whispered hoarsely. He looked alarmed. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry…”

She didn’t realize she was crying. But her tears weren’t from the pain. They were tears of joy. He showed her many shades of pleasure. And he made her a woman. Her chest swelled with a thousand unspoken emotions.

Annalise swallowed hard and forced herself to talk. “No.” She wasn’t sure if Sven could understand her, so she kissed him hard.

The rest went blurry.

She thought she might have said that she loved him too.





Five





“Newly Married And In Love.”

Sven skimmed the article and found the picture where he was kissing Annalise in Central Park, hotdogs in their hands. He was photographed wearing t-shirt, jeans and sneakers—his first casual clothes in a decade— that Annalise bought for him. Ever since Annalise agreed to share intimacy with him, they’d been going out on dates a lot.