The Art of Trusting a Greek Billionaire(17)

His fingers curled into his hair, gripping the locks hard. “Damen, please!” Her body started to writhe under his hot wet mouth, tears of pleasure striking her eyes as his tongue suddenly slipped between the folds.

“Oh, don’t, please, oh…don’t stop!” More wanton words slipped past Mairi’s lips as Damen continued to fuck her with his deliciously talented tongue.

Her hips were moving frantically now, a sign that she was close to coming. Damen inched up, bracing himself on his arms. “Ready, sweetheart?”

She looked up at him, the look in her eyes making him swallow. “Always.”

The word had him groaning and in the next second, he claimed her body with his cock, his strokes, long, steady and leisurely, taking his time to torture her with a very slow pace.

“Damen,” she wailed, her body twisting under him, her legs snaking around his waist, willing him to go deeper, harder, and faster. “Please, Damen, please…”

But he refused to heed her wishes, wanting to drive her wilder with need.

She pulled him down to her, arms tightening around his neck. “Damen, pleeeeeaaaase!” Instinct had her vaginal muscles flexing and constricting around his cock.

“Shit!” The tightening muscles squeezed his cock in the loveliest way, taking him by surprise. His control snapped.

“Daaaaaaamen!” His movements were frenzied. There was no pace, no rhythm, just sex at its rawest. It wasn’t making love. It was fucking, and she wanted more of it. She would always want more of this and would never get enough of it.

“More,” she begged.

“Then tell me how much you want my cock,” he growled.

“So much,” she sobbed as she tried to squeeze his cock with her muscles again.

“FUCK!” One hand went to her hair and another went under her butt, using both to anchor him to her body as he fucked her as hard as he could, the slapping sounds their bodies made rebounding inside the huge bedroom.

The sounds were earthy and lustful, and hearing it only made Damen want to fuck Mairi more and more.

Mine, he thought as he drove his cock into her so deeply he could feel the head of his cock brushing against her womb.

MINE! It was his last thought just as she cried out, the strength of her orgasm taking him beyond the edge. With a loud groan of his own, he came, his body arching powerfully as he pumped his seed into her already-drenched pussy.

They stayed linked together as their bodies relaxed in a blissfully sated state, Damen only taking the time to roll onto his back so that she would be lying on top of him.

He gazed up at her, beyond content to just look at the dreamy expression on Mairi’s lovely face.

Much, much later her eyes slowly drifted open.

He smiled, knowing what she was going to say before she even said it.

“Hi.”

His chuckle made his chest vibrate under her, tickling her nipples into coming to life once more. “Hello,” he answered, the lazy smile curving on his lips so beautiful it had her toes curling.

Although she was already sleepy, she forced herself halfway up, bracing her hands against his hard chest. She wanted to look at him, really look at him because…

A sigh tumbled past her lips.

Gosh, he really was at his most gorgeous when he had just had sex.

Damen frowned, mostly to cover his embarrassment at the way Mairi was looking at him. “Stop staring at me like that,” he grumbled.

She giggled.

It was an extremely cute sound, making him sigh himself.

“Damen?”

“Mm?” He lifted his gaze back to her.





Chapter Nine



To trust a Greek billionaire, one must remember he can say very cruel things.

She said: Hmph.

He said: Err, did you say you’d like to watch a romantic comedy tonight? I think I’d like it, too.



“…and so for Teachers’ Day, the much coveted spot for the opening speech shall go to none other than Ms. Tanner!”

Mairi’s jaw dropped at Ms. Thorn’s announcement, unable to believe that she had indeed been chosen to formally start the festivities for Teachers’ Day with a speech. How could it be? She was one of the newest teachers in school. It just didn’t make sense.

Ms. Thorn beamed at her. “I can see you’re confused, but actually most of us are not.” She turned to the students with a wink. “Right, girls?”

The students cheered wildly in response, sending a fiery blush to Mairi’s cheeks. When Ms. Thorn motioned for her to go on stage, she did so immediately, knowing the principal liked it when teachers made even the simplest of speech when given awards of any kind.

With a nod of approval and a congratulatory smile, Ms. Thorn stepped aside for Mairi to take over the microphone on the podium. Swallowing, Mairi tested it by tapping the speaker. It echoed in response.