Submitting to the Billionaire(57)

Her cunt clenches and releases, repeatedly. I hold myself deep inside  her so I can savor the sensation of her pussy contracting around me, but  it's the expression on her face that turns me on beyond all belief. She  doesn't care about being seductive, censoring the sounds of her  ecstasy, or taming her features so that she'd still be attractive to me.  No, she lets herself go completely, her entire body wracked with the  pleasure of it all, and it is one of the most inimitably sexy things  I've ever laid eyes on.

After all the build-up and how much I was craving her, I don't last  long. I thrust deep into her one last time, and bottom out deep inside  of her. My balls draw up tight, and my body convulses in strong waves,  as I fill her little virgin pussy with everything I have.

With a satisfied sigh of relief, I lean down and rest my forehead  against hers. Her body is still trembling. I wait while the pleasure  flows away gently. All ugly thoughts of my parents are wiped from my  brain, as I look down at her, and feel a surge of possessive pride.

She's mine.

Her eyes drift shut, and her head falls to the side. Her hair is  cascading across the pillow in wild waves. I reach down to gently brush a  strand away from her damp neck. She opens her beautiful eyes, looks up  at me, and smiles. They are soft and dreamy, but there's something more  than just satisfaction going on behind them. Something …  deeper.

"That was amazing," she whispers. "Is it always that good?"

"You ain't seen nothing yet, girl," I growl in her ear.

She giggles and she looks so delicious I swoop down and take her lips in  a deep kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth. It's a slow, luxurious  kiss, like sucking on melted caramel. We savor each other. Neither in a  rush to break apart.

When our mouths reluctantly pull away, she worries at her lower lip.

"What?" I ask gently.

"Was it okay for you? You must have been with women who were very good in bed."

I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck it. She draws in a sharp  breath. I lift my mouth and trail my tongue all the way to the other  one. I suck hard and then bite it. She gasps.

"That hurt," she says.

I raise my eyebrow at her.

"In a delicious way," she admits.

"Good. Because a lot of delicious things are going to happen to you, but  first I want you to know something very important. I want you to listen  carefully because I never want you to have one moment of doubt ever  again. I'm an asshole and I've been with more women than I can count,  Reese. Some of them have been very experienced in bed, but I've never  felt the way I do right now buried inside you. Not one of them has made  me feel the way you do right this second. What we have, that is once in a  lifetime, Reese."

She smiles, the sweetest, purest, most innocent smile. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

So long as she is happy, the whole world outside this crappy hotel room  could have curled up and died. I plant a soft kiss on her neck, and  inhale her scent, and try to commit it to memory. I want to remember  this moment forever, want to remember this day when Drake Kelly fell so  hard in love, he didn't use a condom, and became rock hard again before  he could withdraw from his woman's pussy. I move inside her and she  immediately perks up and grins salaciously at me.

"Time to get on your knees, Princess."





Chapter Ten





Reese





When I open my eyes the next morning, it takes me a couple of seconds to  realize where I am. I blink at the watery light streaming in through  the bay windows. The chipped paint on the panes remind me.         

     



 

Drake. The cheap hotel.

I snap upright in bed and look around, scanning the room for him, but I  don't see him. There is an indentation in the pillow, but the sheets are  cold. Memories of last night come tumbling back. Drake couldn't get  enough of my body. Sinking into me again and again. Like he couldn't get  deep enough. Like a beast. Like he hadn't fucked in years. Surely, he  hasn't run out on me in a crummy hotel in the middle of nowhere?

So why do I feel this creeping sense of dread?

What if everything he whispered, roared, and growled last night was a  lie? A technique to get what he wanted. What if all he ever wanted from  me was a night of sex so he could move on already. The sudden sense of  loss and hurt is so acute it makes me feel sick to my stomach. Until I  hear his voice coming from the bathroom. Oh, God. Thank you. Thank you.  My pulse settles down and my panic dissipates magically.

He emerges a few seconds later, as naked as the day he was born, and  winding down a phone call. "And …  yeah, I'll see you then. Thanks.  Thanks. Bye, Tanya."

Tanya? Who the hell is Tanya? I drag the sheet up to cover my breasts.  Keeping his gaze on me, he hangs up and throws himself down on the bed  next to me.

"Good morning, Princess." He smiles and plants a kiss on my naked shoulder.

"Who's Tanya?" I can't help my voice from sounding shrewish and suspicious.

He grins, his eyes twinkling. "My secretary."

"Oh shit," I curse guiltily. "Can I borrow your phone? I need to call my  Dad and let him know I'm okay. He's probably worried sick by now."

"Uh, actually, I've already called him and told him you're with me."

My mouth falls open. "You did what?

He holds his hand up. "Relax. I didn't mention that we shared a room."

"Thank you," I let out a relieved sigh. I'm old enough to sleep with who  I want, but I don't really want Dad thinking I'd sleep with a man I  hardly know.

I smile back shyly at him. "So, you're meeting your secretary later?"

"We are," he corrects, letting his finger trail down my arm, scattering goosebumps across my skin.

"We are?"

"Uh …  huh  … " He kisses the palm of my hand and I feel my stomach clench  with need. I have an image of me with my legs thrown over his shoulders  and the full length of his cock thrust into me. "After she calls me back  with details about the hospital?" he finishes.

My eyes widen. "Hospital? Is something wrong with you?"

He looks at me hungrily. "The only thing wrong with me is your breasts  are covered, and your little pussy is not full of my cock," he tells me.

"Be serious," I scold.

"It's not for me. I wanted to pay for the rest of Morgan's care," he says simply.

"Huh?" My jaw drops. Yes, we are short on cash, and yeah, we could do  with better care for Morgan, but the thought of asking him to pay for it  never crossed our minds, but my heart swells up with happiness to know  how much joy it will give Morgan to hear that her beloved son is  offering to pay for her treatment.

"Yeah, I spoke to your Dad this morning and told him I was taking  responsibility for financing Morgan's care from now on. I didn't want  the worry of getting her the best care possible on his or your shoulders  anymore. He was so happy he nearly cried on the phone." Drake shrugs.  "I've already got Tanya to book her into the best hospital. She'll also  arrange for a private plane to fly Morgan and your Dad to the city."

I stare at him open-mouthed. I almost can't believe this is happening.  It's all too good to be true. He's too good to be true. This turnaround,  where has it come from?

He cocks an eyebrow at me and with a wicked smile, says, "You are allowed to talk while my cock is not in your mouth, you know."

I blink back tears of gratitude. "Thank you, Drake. Thank you. You have  no idea how happy this will make Morgan. All she wanted was to see you  again. She never imagined you'd do this. Never."

"Come on, surely it can't be that big a surprise that I'm a decent person, can it?" he teases gently.

I shake my head. "I just … " I trail off. "We didn't, none of us, expected this."

"She suffered all these years, wanting me, and never having me." He  turns to glance out the window, but I see the flash of pain that he  tries to hide. "I just want to do the best I can now that I'm here, you  know?"

"Yeah," I reply softly. There is a moment of silence between us, while I  observe him. He has a strong profile. His jaw is set and his eyes glint  with some inner determination. He turns away from the window and takes  my hand in his.         

     



 

"So, will you come to live with me while your mother is receiving her  treatment." His gaze meets mine, and it's as if he's silently imploring  me to agree.

I blink a couple of times. "Live with you?"

"Yup."

My heart is beating so fast I'm sure he must be able to hear it. "Isn't that a bit soon?"

"It's a bit soon if you're not sure. I'm sure. I know what I want and I  want you. From the moment, I laid eyes on you I wanted only you. The  only thing that stopped me was the thought that you were most probably  part of a half-baked scam."

"What?" I exclaim shocked.

He nods. "That's me being honest with you. Yeah, I thought you were out  to scam me. What are the chances of a beauty like you being the  stepsister I never knew I had? You looked and smelled like a honey trap.  I didn't know what you were after, but I wanted you so much I took the  risk. I didn't care if you were part of a scam, I needed to see you  again, Reese. I didn't need to come down to Petersville at all. I could  have arranged for a DNA test, then acted accordingly. I came down  because of you."