His Needs:Billionaire(26)

"Harder," she whispered, not quite sure where the need to have such violence in their sex was coming from.

"Mmmhmmm," he grumbled against her neck as he moved down to lick the top  of her breasts, his fingers working pure magic against her tight slit.

She arched her back hard as an orgasm burst from her center and dragged her from the edge of depression.

"That's it, baby. Ride it hard. Don't let it go." He kissed her lips softly. "Don't let me go."

"I don't want to." She gripped him tightly as he petted her wetness and  brought her down. "I don't want to, but I'm not sure how else to make  this work."

"We'll figure it out together." He kissed her again and moved back into  his seat. He replaced his hand with the other and rubbed her softly as  she closed her eyes and tried hard to simply enjoy the pleasure of  having his hands on her.



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They barely made it into the house before he tore her shirt off of her.  She reached for his and returned the favor. Thick muscle shivered under  her fingers as she gripped his arms and wrapped her leg over his hip.

"God you smell so fucking good. Like vanilla and sex." He gripped her  other leg and forced her to wrap her legs around him as he walked them  toward the bedroom.

The beer and shots from earlier had fully engulfed her to the point of  being drunk. She had little inhibition before, and it was much worse  with her state of mind. She lowered herself a little and rubbed against  the thickness of his erection.

"I want you inside of me." She lifted back up, rubbing her nipples over his hardened skin. "Take my bra off."

"So demanding. I almost like it." He worked her bra off as she kissed  and licked at his neck, pressing her teeth into the soft skin below his  ear as he growled, "Be careful. You'll mark my skin."         

     



 

"Good." She pressed her mouth to his ear as she reached between them to  slip her fingers into the top of his slacks and tugged on the meaty head  of his cock. "You left an ugly mark on me. Seems only fair that I  return the favor."

"I'll keep that in mind." He popped her ass and dropped her on the bed.  "No putting your teeth near anything that matters too much."

She laughed and stretched out on his bed as a silly smile formed on her  lips. "Are we fucking tonight, or are you still waiting for me to need  you." She was throwing punches under the guise of being drunk, but it  felt good.

"You already need me. Who else is going to fuck this sexy little body of  yours?" He worked her jeans down her legs and snapped her panties off  of her as she yelped.

"I can think of lots of guys who would love to try." She laughed loudly  as he rolled her over and pulled at the front of her thighs as they  pressed to the bed below.

"And they would die." He pulled harder. "Hands and knees. Now."

"I love doggie style. It's so deep." She stretched her hands out and  pressed her face to the cold sheets as the room spun. Some part of her  consciousness screamed for her to stop. Sleeping with him would only  confuse things more. It's what had them in the hot mess they were  dealing with in the first place. "We should talk." She hiccupped and  laughed again.

"No more talking, baby. Not tonight." He pulled at her thighs and  pressed his tongue to her wetness as she groaned loudly and spread her  legs farther.

"I love it when you do this." She gripped the sheets as desire for him swelled in her belly. "Touch my ass."

"There's my girl." He licked up the length of her body, taking time to  lavish her ass before pressing his thumb against it. "Fuck yourself,  Beth. Take it from me. I'm the only man who's touching your body.  Period."

"You're the only one I want." She pressed back against him as she cried  out loudly. Nothing felt better than having him against her, taking her  in any way he wanted to. Sex was healing, but what if it was all they  had? It couldn't be. She loved him, and he'd mentioned earlier that  night that he loved her.

She came hard against his tongue, and he lapped at her until she pulled away.

"I want your dick." She gripped the sheets as another wave of white-hot  lust ran through her. She'd never been a whore, and yet with the man  behind her, something about the part felt fitting. Like it was right to  do so with him.

"I know you do, baby." He moved off the bed for a second, keeping his  hand on her ass, gripping it tightly. He moved back up and rubbed  himself against her entrance as she panted softly and pressed back.

"Not yet, Beth. I wanna toy with you a little." He pressed in and  gripped her ass tighter as she yelped in pleasure-pain. "You know you  belong to me, right?"

"I know. I hate it, but I know." She pressed back again and sighed in  relief as he gave in to her. The thick press of his body into hers was  like coming home, like being welcomed into a place that didn't belong to  anyone but her.

"So fucking beautiful." He caressed her ass and gripped her hips, rocking forward, massaging her until she shook.

"Slow down. I'm gonna come again." She slid her hands out in front of  her, leaving her ass in the air on full display for him like an offer to  him alone.

"I want you to come a few more times. You're so sloppy wet down there. I  love it." He ran his hands up her back, gripping her sides tightly  until he reached her shoulders and pulled, forcing himself the final few  inches in.

They moaned in tandem and she nodded and pressed her teeth into her lip.  She was on the edge, dangling over the valley of pleasure he offered  her.

"I can feel how close you are." He leaned over and pressed his chest to her back. "Hold the sheets and tell me if I hurt you."

She whimpered at the promise of carnality. It's who they were together. If nothing else existed, for tonight, this was enough.

"Take what you want. Brand me," she whispered and arched her back as he  gripped one of her breasts and put some of his weight on her back,  fucking her hard and fast until they both dove into wicked-hot  depravity. It was a place she didn't want to resurface from.

Besides... too much waited for them at the surface.





Chapter 21

Damon





He had trouble falling asleep with her beside him for fear if he did,  that he would wake up to find her gone again. She slept curled up  against him, her breasts heavy and tucked against his side, her lithe  arm across his chest, fingers gripping his side as if she were scared  too.

"What are we doing, baby?" He kissed the side of her head.         

     



 

She mumbled something and snuggled in closer as the morning light shone  through the window behind him. The smell of their sex stained the air  and left him wanting more of her. It wasn't just about the intense  pleasure, but about being one, being locked against her and working to  bring her to acknowledge that something special existed between the two  of them.

Fucking Christa and every other girl in his past had been about finding  release and saying thanks for the ride. It was so different with her.

He brushed her hair back again and let his fingertips trace her eyebrow  as he studied her petite features. She could have anything she wanted  from him if she would only grow up a little, follow his rules and ask.

Fucking just ask for it. Anything.

She mumbled again and turned over, reaching for the covers. He leaned  down and pulled them up before turning on his side and pulling her to  rest in front of him. They would be leaving for Florida later that day,  but he had another hour or so that he could stay in the bed with her. He  contemplated getting up and making her breakfast, but the soft press of  her ass against his stomach left him not wanting to go anywhere.

He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the back of her neck a few times.

She took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breasts, beckoning him to massage her.

"You awake, baby?" He brushed his nose down the back of her neck and  shifted his hips, pressing the head of his dick against her opening,  dipping into her a little.

"Sort of." She moved her upper body a little away from his and lifted  her top leg, moving it back to rest on his. She wanted him.

He moved to his elbow and gripped her top leg just behind her knee before thrusting firmly and filling her up again.

They moaned together as she gripped his wrist and rolled her hips  forward, taking ownership of their sex. He worked her for a few minutes,  not quite getting the angle he wanted, but unwilling to roll over and  pin her to the bed in an awkward position made for the heat of fucking  and not sweet love making in the morning.

It was a good sign she was reaching for him at all.

"I love you." He leaned down and kissed her cheek as he shifted a little and pressed farther into her.

She undulated her hips and worked him without a response. He tried hard  not to let it bother him. She loved him too, she had to. Things didn't  change that fast. Or did they?