The Tycoon’s Secret(50)

Her cotton shirt went flying behind her seconds before she felt the clasp of her bra unhook inviting the cool evening air to touch her exposed nipples.

She looked around in panic, afraid someone was going to walk by at any moment. She realized they were in the middle of the brush and she was sitting on a large fallen tree. As the sun started dropping in the sky, vibrant colors casting shadows across Damien’s now naked chest, desire consumed her.

She should refuse him, not allow him to cart her off into the woods and ravish her body. As his face descended and his mouth grasped her nipple, all thoughts of fleeing evaporated. She groaned as he sucked her sensitive tip into his mouth and washed it with his tongue.

“Yes, this is what I need,” he cried as he lifted his head and moved to her other breast. He sucked her nipple deep inside his mouth before lightly clamping his teeth down, causing a surge of wetness to soak her panties.

“Please, just take me, Damien,” she begged as her thighs opened, her body instinctively knowing what she needed.

His hands drifted to her pants, and he quickly undid them, stripping her naked in seconds before laying her down on the moss covered log. The coolness of the moss felt incredible as her body went up in flames.

He quickly stripped his own clothes, his erection standing proudly in front of her. With no thought but a need to taste him, Sierra reached out and gripped his silken rod.

Before he could protest, she wrapped her lips around him, tasting the salty desire on the solid tip of his shaft.

Damien groaned as he reached down and pushed her legs apart as he skimmed his fingers across her swollen folds. She cried out around the fullness of his arousal. He knew how to make her lose her mind with nothing more than a few brushes of his hand.

Within a minute, Sierra exploded, her mouth clamping tightly around his solid shaft, her body a trembling mess as she shattered repeatedly. He pulled from her before she could hurt him and she gasped as she pled for mercy.

“No more,” she begged, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

“Oh, Sierra, there’s plenty more,” he growled as he stood, lifting her easily in his arms. He set her on a higher log, perfectly aligning her heat with his swollen manhood.

“Yes, I want you in me,” she said as he pushed against her. This is what she needed. His hands ran up her sides, his fingers skimming her quivering flesh as he rubbed his arousal against the outside of her heat, making her want to scream.

“Now, Damien. Take me now,” she commanded him as she gripped his head and pulled him closer to her. She was through playing. She wanted his body buried in hers.

“I thought you said no more, Sierra,” he taunted as he kissed the corner of her mouth, his tongue moistening her dry lips.

“No, I want more. Please, Damien. Please give me more,” she begged. She didn’t care. She needed him.

At her pleas, he stopped taunting her and with a smooth, strong push, he buried himself deep inside her heat, nearly lifting her from the log with the power of his thrust.

“Yes, like that. More,” she panted as he pulled out and quickly pushed back inside.

“You’re so hot, Sierra, so hot and tight. I can barely think when I’m buried inside you. I want nothing more than to pound against you so hard you won’t be able to move for a week,” he panted as his movement quickened.

“Yes, do it hard, Damien,” she encouraged.

He groaned as his hands gripped her hips roughly and he began thrusting his hips quickly in and out of her wet heat. She felt the build-up of another orgasm, welcomed the pressure starting in her stomach and radiating outward.

Her body tensed as his steel penetrated her, moving in and out in lightening quick movements, touching her to the very depths of her womanhood. She felt her body gripping him tighter, felt his smooth rod filling every available inch of space inside her.

With a hard thrust that rocked her entire body, Sierra shattered around him, her body coming undone as the pleasure peaked and she gripped him in convulsions, causing him to cry out as he slammed against her a few more times before he finally stilled.

His head came down and rested on her shoulder as he slowly started regaining control of his breathing.

He looked up, the last of the evening light barely illuminating his face. She was speechless as she gazed into his emerald eyes, which were radiating pleasure.

“Please feel free to run from me anytime you want,” he said as his lips turned up into a cocky grin.

Sierra was dumbfounded for a moment until she realized it would be pretty hard to pull of indignation considering he was still firmly locked inside of her and she was naked in his arms. She could either get upset, or decide to let it go.

“You weren’t half bad,” she mocked him.