Billionaire Boys Club 5 : Romancing the Billionaire(67)

But he'd done that last time, too. When would it be her turn to pleasure him? Violet opened her mouth to object, and he nipped at her lower lip again.

"Tell me what you want."

She arched so her br**sts pushed up, begging for attention. "Penetration," she breathed. 

He groaned, the first sign of loss of control he'd shown thus far. Violet was fascinated, and excitement flashed through her. She wanted more of that. She wanted him to lose control, too. While his control was exciting, the thought of him losing his mind while touching her was even more gratifying.

So she decided to talk dirty to him, getting bold now with that groan echoing in her mind. "Is that all right?" she asked him, and she nipped at his lip. "Or did you want to keep dragging this out? Because I've been aching to have you deep inside me for days now."

His eyes closed, his dark lashes fanning as his jaw clenched. It looked as if he were struggling to keep control.

She nipped at his lip again, even as he rocked his c**k against her pu**y once more, a bit rougher this time. "Don't get me wrong," she murmured. "I love the feel of that big, thick c**k against my pu**y, but I love the thought of it deep inside me even more. Love the thought of you filling me up and making me ache because you're so big that you're stretching me around you."

He groaned again. "Violet-"

"It's true, you know. You're big. You're always a tight fit. I remember that." She wriggled her h*ps against his, gasping when it did wicked things to her clit. "I loved how tight you were inside me, how you filled me up. It always makes me so hot to think about. And you know I've been thinking about it since you touched me on the plane."

"Have you?" he rasped, his voice ragged. His mouth dragged over hers, his tongue slicking against her own for a fierce, quick kiss.

"Mmmhmm," she said when he pulled away. "I've dreamed about it. About you grabbing me and tossing me down on your bed and drilling into me-"

He groaned and pressed his face to her neck. "Fuck, Violet, hush or I'm going to lose control." His h*ps thrust against hers roughly, and she felt him draw back. She lifted her hips, tilting them, and the head of his c**k pressed against her core, taunting her.

She bucked against him. "Condoms," she breathed. "Need condoms."

"Condoms," he agreed thickly, but he didn't get up from her. He held his body clenched against her own, making her crazy. Then, his mouth sought hers and he gave her another slow, lingering kiss.

He wasn't moving fast enough, though. She was aching with desire and need, and she felt so empty that she might scream from the delicious ache of it. "Don't you want to sink deep inside me, Jonathan? Bury yourself balls deep and make me scream with pleasure?"

Jonathan groaned again and pulled away from her clinging legs. He tore off the bed, heading for the condom he'd left on a nearby dresser.

She watched, eyes greedy, as he opened it and rolled it down his thick length. The head of his c**k was a deep, delicious reddish-purple, and she imagined he ached to be inside her as much as she ached to have him there.

Condom on, he approached the bed, the hooded look in his eyes making her quiver with need. She wanted him to climb on top of her and start thrusting away. To take her savagely and fill her up. God, she wanted that so bad.

But he was determined to drive her crazy with lust, it seemed. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to where she lay panting and sprawled, and just gazed down at her.

"You're beautiful, Violet. Have I told you that?" His fingers caressed the line of her jaw.

"You've mentioned it once or twice," she said, trying to keep her voice playful. When his fingers got near her mouth, she tried to nip them.

"I could stare at you all night," he said, his gaze going down to her aching br**sts. His hand cupped one, his thumb teasing the nipple as she moaned and strained against the neckties holding her wrists, preventing her from reaching out and grabbing that big, delicious, condom-sheathed erection that was so close but so far away.




 

 

"I hope you're not going to," she told him breathlessly. "I don't think my pu**y could stand it."

"We can't have that, can we?" He leaned in and gave her another intense, deep kiss, distracting her. She was so engrossed by the feel of his mouth on her own that she didn't notice his hand until it cupped her mound and he began to drag his fingers back and forth through her wet folds.

Violet whimpered and panted against his mouth. Her h*ps arched off the bed, bucking against his hand. "Oh, God, Jonathan, please."

"Please what, love?" he whispered against her mouth. "Tell me what you want."