The Billionaire's Bet 2, A Hot Call(7)

“Please, Dom,” I said and I pecked him softly on the lips. “I need this.”

“Alright. But only because you’re begging me,” he quipped.

He unbuttoned my pants and slipped his hand down my sex, making me shudder with delight. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying his skilled fingers working my wet panties. He jerked my pants down as I unbuttoned his. We moved awkwardly through the car, trying to get our pants off. When he was finally half-naked, he took a condom from the pocket in his jacket.

“You carry those with you?” I said, in between kissing his neck.

“I like to play it safe. Besides, you never know when I decide to take you.” Dominic put on his condom as I gazed at how large he was.

“Take out the egg. We’ll clean it once we get home.” He held up a napkin that he took out of his pocket. I swallowed and held my hand under my sex. Putting a bit of pressure on it was all it needed to plop out. I handed it over to him and he folded it into the napkin and pocketed it.

Without warning, he grabbed me by my waist and lowered me onto his lap. I gasped as the head brushed along my entrance, coaxing me to give in. He slipped inside and hissed when he’d fully entered me. I put my head back and moaned, but Dominic placed a hand on my mouth.

“Be quiet,” he whispered. “We don’t want the driver to hear you.”

I nodded and he took his hand off my mouth again. He unbuttoned my shirt and took my breasts out of their holders, cupping them. Nuzzling one, he pinched the other until I bit my lip.

“Good girl,” he said, “ride that cock.” It made me even more frantic. Up and down, up and down, I pushed him deep inside of me. He placed his hand on my butt and jerked me up and down in rhythm with my movements. After releasing me, he slapped me.

I hissed from the stinging pain, but he smacked me again.

“Keep going,” he whispered. “Don’t stop until you come.” I entangled my fingers through his hair, sliding up and down his member as he continued to slap my ass. The pain mixed with desire was quickly burning up the heat. I could feel my body aching to come again.

I felt it come like a wave building up to crash into me. I held my breath and opened my mouth to let the pleasure seep in. Then he bit down on my nipple.

The harsh pain made me yelp. “Ouch!”

I came on his lap while he had my nipples in his mouth. It was a strange sensation of pain and arousal coming together in an exhilarating peak of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

Panting, I continued to steadily bounce up and down on his lap. His face contorted and he squeezed his legs together. A gasp and then a groan, and he, too, came undone. I felt the warmth flow into me as he thrust further into me, slower each time, until his head fell backward onto the seat and his member became flaccid inside me.

I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. He put his hand on my butt and stroked my burning skin, then moved up to caress my back.

“That hurt,” I mumbled.

“I know,” he said. “But I also know it increased your pleasure.”

Well, I couldn’t deny that. It was true. Even though the pain was bad, it actually heightened my senses, making me feel more of my orgasm.

I lifted my legs to get off him, but he nudged me down again. “No, please … stay,” he said.

Did he just say please?

His hands were warm and pulled me into an embrace so loving it took me completely by surprise. His hug became fiercer as he squeezed me tighter into his chest. He soothed my skin by gently rubbing back and forth, his breathing slowly getting normal again. When his nose brushed my hair, I heard him sniff.

Is he smelling me?

These things he did felt much more like someone who wanted to feel their partner close. To smell and taste them, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he wanted more from me.

Did he? No, that couldn’t be possible. Dominic was a man who just wanted to control everything around him, even his pleasure. He didn’t seem like the type to be in love. I’d never see him have a normal relationship.

And yet something about the way he touched me, smelled me, put his lips on my neck, felt just like it. Awkwardly close.

He gasped, cleared his throat and nudged me forward. In his eyes I saw a shimmer, almost as if tears were forming. He pushed me off to the side and put his pants back on. Turning his head to the window, he avoided my gaze.

After I put my pants back on I just sat there, gaping at him, wondering what his problem was. I didn’t understand any of that. First he only wanted me as a sex toy, I was okay with that, but just now it was like he tried to form a connection with me, which he abruptly ended. His watery eyes looked like he was reminiscing something. I could see it was because of what he did to me. For an instant, something changed about him, but I couldn’t tell what.