Taken by the Greek Billionaire(31)
“We come from different worlds,” she said, and she said it without apology. “You saw that yesterday.”
He shrugged and reached to undo her zipper. “Where we come from, who we are, it means nothing in the end, not when we’re in bed together, pleasuring one another.”
The jeans came off with a shimmy along with her little red panties and Sebastian did not even bother removing his own before pulling her towards him, pulling out his cock, sheathing it, and burying it in her.
Penny moaned, pleasure chasing through her. He fit so perfectly. It felt so right.
“This is what I want from you, Kleftisa,” he groaned. “Just this.”
Slowly, languidly he pumped in and out of her. Just the tip in and then all of it and Penny bucked her hips trying to get him to speed up.
“No,” he growled. “Tonight we’re going to take it slow.”
“I want it fast,” she hissed. “Fuck me hard.”
He laughed and the movement sent shudders racing through and around. “Any way I want it, you said and tonight I want to take my time with you. To enjoy you and make you beg.”
She gasped, trapped by her own words, trapped by the promise of his. Instead of arguing Penny lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back, giving him the perfect angle to fill her to the hilt.
He did. Slowly but perfectly, his cock plumbing her to the very depths, making her moan over and over—wanting more. Each thrust was slow, agonizing and his arms circled to cradle her, holding her to him, making her feel things she didn’t understand. His skin against hers, his breath tickling her neck, the closeness….
She bucked again, desperate for the frantic, dirty sex they’d been enjoying and just when she thought she’d do just as he’d said, beg, he kissed her. But it was not like all the times before when she’d felt the possession, the need to consume. Instead there was something that felt almost tender. His mouth found hers, his tongue danced inside of her and he kissed slowly, gently, mimicking the motion of his cock.
To Penny it felt like almost too much. The slow fucking, the tender kisses. There was an intimacy to it that she didn’t know what to do with. Dizziness hit and she could feel a clenching low in her pelvis, a warning maybe? So she heeded it, tightened her legs around his back and with the flexibility she was so well known for, she flipped him over. Had he been more on his guard she wouldn’t have been able to manage it, but he wasn’t and in one smooth move she practically impaled herself on his cock.
It filled her to the point where she had to bite down on her lip but it was absolute bliss, this being in control, and Penny braced her hands on either side of his head dictating the movement.
“You are going to get a hard spanking for that,” he growled and she laughed. Why did he think that was a deterrent?
She flexed her hips, moving them so that his cock was pushed to the top and then back again so that only the tip remained. Up and down she worked him, sheathing him over and over.
He groaned and the sound excited her even more, knowing she was pleasuring him, feeling his cock jerk inside her. “I’m going to make you come,” she said, whispering the words into his ear. “You’re going to fill me up.”
“You think?”
“Oh I know so, Sebastian. I’ll come and then you’ll come. That’s the way this will work.”
“Then faster,” he said, spanking her ass with one large hand. “Work me faster.”
And she did, just the way she’d wanted him to. Penny rode him until her pussy tightened, rode him until he groaned and moaned her name, until they were both slicked with sweat, panting in one another’s arms, and the tender moment had passed.
In the aftermath of their orgasms, as he pulled her against him and told her exactly what he was going to do next, it was back to just the pleasure again, something Penny could feel and enjoy without questioning why. And though it prodded and pulled at her, Penny pushed the tender moment, the shocking intimacy, firmly to the back of her mind.
She was a realist and that was a path she had absolutely no intention of following. Not now, not ever. The thief and the billionaire. It was never going to happen and she had to remember that until the very end.
Whenever that might be.
Chapter Twenty
“Come,” Sebastian said the next morning. “Time to hold up the other end of the bargain.”
Penny looked up from her plate of eggs, a frown scrunching her brow. Her hair was falling in waves around her shoulders, almost as black as his and her skin was flushed. She looked lovely, he thought, dressed in just a long tee shirt. Too lovely perhaps.
She’d also been suspiciously quiet ever since he’d dragged her out of bed to share breakfast with him. She’d moaned about ‘job description’ and ‘renegotiation of duties’, but he’d wanted to see her sitting across from him so he’d ignored her protests. It seemed to be the pattern developing between them. He wanted, he wanted, trouble was he always wanted more. It was something Sebastian knew he’d have to think about, and soon.