The Tycoon's Secret(54)

"No, you were just kissing me … " He cut her off. She was protesting him kissing her so intimately, then kissing her lips. Tough. The thought was sending him over the edge of sanity.

"You need to taste how sexy you are. It's all I can do to not lose it – "

Her struggles ceased, and he felt her body coming back to life as his hands tugged against her hips, pulling her tightly against his manhood.

He reached down between them, inserting his fingers inside her, feeling the renewed moistness in her core, the heat practically scorching him.

She was ready, and he couldn't wait any longer.

He kissed her once more before pulling back and turning her around. He pushed his throbbing erection against the softness of her ass as his hand ran up her flat stomach, then gripped her soft br**sts. Taking her hard ni**les between his thumb and finger, he gently twisted them, tugging on the pink flesh.

"I need you," she cried as he leaned forward and gently nipped the skin on her neck.




 

 

"Yes, now," he agreed as he stepped forward, pushing her body over the back of the couch so her lush behind was sticking up in the air for him. With his knees, he spread her legs apart, exposing her hot pink core to him, enough to make him let it all go at just the sight.

He took a moment to fully appreciate the beauty before him, the milky white skin, with splotches of red where his mouth had tasted her, the incredible curves in every place that was meant to turn a man on. She was exquisite  –  and she was his.

With no more ability to wait, he guided his throbbing erection to her opening, watching as the head slid inside her, the angle of her body allowing him to see it disappear in her heat.

"Yes, more!" she demanded eagerly.

He gave her what she asked for.

With speed, he thrust all the way inside her opening, wrapping his arms fully around her, his fingers caressing her stomach, hips, br**sts, and neck as he thrust his hips forward, again and again.

He lost track of who's moans were filling the air  –  his, hers  –  he didn't know. He just knew the pleasure was unending, the feel of her gripping his rod was unbelievable. He could make love to her all night long.

When he felt her start to shake around him, his movement accelerated. He knew she was close, her body getting wetter, her walls tightening around him, making movement more difficult.

With a cry of pleasure, she started shaking, her heat gripping him repeatedly as he continued pumping inside her. He thrust faster, harder, drawing out her pleasure, her cries of ecstasy going on and on. When he finally shot his release, all energy left his body at the same time, leaving him completely drained, unable to stand.

He continued pumping inside her, her pulses drawing out every last ounce of his own pleasure, gripping him, squeezing him dry.

With a final thrust, he released the last of his orgasm, then slumped against her, pushing her body into the hard back of the couch.

It didn't take long for her to squirm beneath him. Too tired to fight with her any further that night, he lifted her in his arms, and moved to the front of the couch. Relief flooded him, when she relinquished herself and allowed him to set her down.

He'd think about what he was doing later. Right then, he wanted to enjoy the extreme pleasure his body felt, and just relax, with Sierra laying right next to him. Both fell asleep, still buzzing from the incredibly intimate coupling.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sierra was trapped. She couldn't move and panic filled her as she cringed. What was her father going to do now? She hadn't done anything. She could handle the pain if she knew it was coming, but when it came out of the blue, she wasn't prepared.

She began struggling, trying to get away. She knew it wouldn't do any good, but she had to try. She couldn't just give up and take the beating. She didn't deserve it  –  she'd been good. She did everything he asked of her. 

"Sierra, stop. Ouch! What the hell?"

The deep voice sent her panic over the edge as she kicked her trapped legs, moved her shoulders, struggled to free herself.

"Please, I haven't done anything. Please, no more. It hurts. I can't … " Sierra sobbed, knowing her punishment would be worse, but in her sleepy delirium she couldn't stop herself. She just didn't want to be hurt.

She sobbed as her body grew weaker. She couldn't get away. He'd really hurt her now. She shouldn't have struggled.

"Sierra, wake up, you have to wake up. It's me  –  Damien."

Sierra tried to open her eyes, tried to rise from the nightmare, but panic was still clogging her, still keeping her under its spell. She was still trapped.

"Please … " she begged in one final attempt.

"Sierra, it's me," the voice said. It didn't fit, it was too gentle, too caring. That couldn't be her father. Hazily, Sierra pulled herself from her half-sleeping state and cracked her eyes open.