The second he touches me, sweet sensual relief floods my entire body. I need him like a fire needs oxygen. I watch as his huge hand disappears beneath my night dress. I need to see. I need to watch his fingers fuck me. Like he can read my mind, he tears the silk from my body with an animalistic rip and tosses it to the floor.
‘Fuck,’ he spits, as his pupils dilate into his irises. ‘Look what you drive me to, woman. I don’t do this. I don’t lose control, but you make it fucking impossible for me.’
‘Give into this, please,’ I beg, inching my face closer to his until we’re sharing the same ragged breath.
‘Tell me how your fantasy plays out,’ he demands.
My eyes fall to his crotch.
‘You offer me more money for… extras…’ I gasp as he sinks two fingers deep into my core.
He stares at me long and hard. A muscle flexes in his jaw. I hold my breath, silently pleading with him to go along with this. My body aches for him to fill it—with his dick.
‘Avery.’ He inches closer to brush his lips over mine. ‘Do you ever offer… extras?’ He rolls the word over his tongue.
My throat tightens with desire. Flames blaze in his black eyes, licking over every inch of my naked skin. ‘I don’t… normally… ever…but…’
‘Good girl,’ he purrs. ‘I appreciate that you don’t do this for anyone. But you will do this for me. I’ll give you everything I own, if you let me lick your pretty wet cunt.’
I’m dripping onto his hand. Actually dripping. And it’s hot as fuck. ‘Everything you own?’ I need to be sure he’s going to give me what I really want and—spoiler alert—it’s not money. I need him to give into me. I need him to give himself to me. Because I know, when he does, there’s no going back for either of us.
‘Everything,’ he confirms, sliding his fingers out of me and bringing them to his mouth. His eyelids fall closed as he savours them slowly. ‘What do you want, Avery?’ His rich voice slides over my skin, sending goosebumps spiralling in every direction.
I wet my lips as my focus returns to his crotch.
‘Say it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.’ He swipes a finger over my slit again.
‘I want your cock. In my hands. In my mouth. And in my pussy.’ A hot flush creeps up my neck. I’ve never spoken to any man the way I speak to him. Mind you, I’ve never wanted any man the way I want him either.
He reaches for his belt. ‘This is a one-time thing, Avery, okay? Tonight is all you’re getting. Tomorrow, we go back to business as usual.’
I expected him to say that. Doesn’t mean I like it. ‘Fine.’ It’s not fine, but I’ll worry about that tomorrow. All I can focus on is his gigantic cock springing free from his suit pants. Precum leaks from his tip. The urge to taste him eats me alive. I’m on my knees in front of him in a heartbeat.
He laughs, actually laughs, low and long, then pats the couch beside him. I shake my head. He pats it again, more vigorously this time. ‘The only way you’re getting to suck me off is if I have either my tongue or fingers in your cunt while you do so.’ His huge hands circle my wrists and he draws me up into his lap like I’m weightless. I’m tempted to accidentally drop onto his cock, but that might tip him and his control freak tendencies over the edge completely. Instead, I straddle him, perching on his knees, awaiting his permission.
A hot hand wraps around the back of my neck as he yanks my face to his, capturing my lips with his. He radiates the same raw, desperate carnality that resides within me as his hands drop to my breasts and squeeze. I inch along his thighs until his tip presses against my entrance.
Oh my fucking god.
His tongue slams against mine, claiming and commanding. If I move another inch, he’ll be inside me. My whole body shivers with need.
He tears his mouth from mine. ‘This isn’t how it was supposed to play out.’
‘I’m on the pill,’ I blurt. ‘I’m clean.’
‘So impatient for my cock, aren’t you?’ He nudges against my slick entrance but doesn’t give me so much as a millimetre.
‘You have no idea.’ My fingers sink into his shoulders, hard enough to leave marks, even with his shirt still on. ‘I wanted it for years. Better late than never, I suppose.’
‘Better late than never,’ he repeats, rolling the words over his tongue like he’s contemplating them individually. ‘I shouldn’t do this,’ he rasps, shaking his head.
‘Please.’ If he doesn’t give into this right now, I might die.
He tsks, eyes burning. ‘I’ll give you an inch—but that’s all you’re getting.’
I nod, parting my legs wider.
‘Be still, and take what I give you like a good girl, okay?’
‘Yes, sir.’
He doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he watches. Watches and hisses as he enters me. My mouth drops open and a pure primal moan spills out. ‘Fuck.’
‘Don’t move,’ he warns me, fingers reaching for my nipples. They’re tight and furled and unbearably sensitive as he rolls them between his fingers.
‘How does that feel?’ He looks pointedly down. The sight of his enormous erection just inside of me is almost enough to get me off alone. The fact he’s still wearing those fucking suit pants, and that crisp white shirt only adds to our game. He looks every bit the billionaire bossman he is, and I look and feel like what I am—a glorified stripper, and it has never been so sexy.
‘It feels amazing.’ I pant, fighting the urge to slide along his length until I’m stuffed with him. ‘I need more.’
‘Greedy little thing, aren’t you?’ He hunches forward to trail his tongue around my nipple. It’s too much. It’s not enough. ‘One more inch. That’s all you’re getting.’ He slides in a bit further and my core clenches around him in response.
‘Killian,’ I gasp.
‘Yes.’ He quirks an eyebrow. How the fuck can he look so controlled when this is the single sexiest thing in the universe?
‘Please,’ I beg, my hands roaming over his sculpted torso.
‘God damn it, woman, you know I can’t say no to you.’ He thrusts in another inch and my whole body shakes with pleasure and anticipation. ‘You drive me fucking crazy. I should punish you for parading around in front of me with your tits out, demanding my attention. Punish you for making me want you more than anything on this fucking planet.’
‘So do it.’
‘It won’t be gentle, Avery,’ he warns. ‘I’ve wanted you for far too fucking long for it to be gentle.’
‘I don’t want gentle. I want raw. I want real. I want all of you, Killian.’ Our eyes lock and something unspoken passes between us.
Snap.
His resolve breaks. Fingers grip my ass cheeks as he pulls us both up from the couch and impales me on his majestic cock. The movement is swift and controlled, but suddenly he’s deep inside me, stretching me all the way to my cervix. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck as he carries me like a rag doll across the suite to the four-poster bed.
The muscles of his shoulders ripple and roll beneath my hands as he lowers me onto the soft silk-blend sheets, nipping and sucking my neck, marking every inch of my skin as his. He rests his weight on his elbows as his hips pin me against the bed. He pumps and the headboard slams against the wall with every life affirming thrust. His lips devour mine as we stare into each other’s eyes. His have a look that I didn’t expect. Yes, there’s heat and hunger and everything else I’m feeling, but there’s also something else. Something more. Something that looks like awe, or the affection I craved so badly at the very least.
He ups the pace, rocking into me in a way that hits that elusive super-sensitive spot inside over and over and over again. I scrape my fingers over his scalp, then cup his neck and hold on for my life. My thighs shiver and shake as my release looms like a thunderstorm—sudden and violent.
He rips his lips from mine and inches up higher on his elbows to watch me. ‘Look.’ He glances down to where his huge length rocks in and out of me in that devastating rhythm. It’s the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. ‘You’re so tight. So wet. So fucking perfect. And you’re mine.’
He’s so fucking hot when he’s all dominant and possessive like that.
Are we still in roleplay?
Or does he genuinely mean I’m his?
I hope to fuck it’s the latter. One time is never going to be enough. Hell, one fucking lifetime of this wouldn’t be enough. He increases the pace, thrusting harder until I’m so full of him, I’m utterly consumed by his cock.
‘I used to fantasise about fucking you on the stage in the Luxor Lounge so every single one of those men knew who you belonged to.’ He slides a hand between us and circles my clit. It’s too much.
‘Say it, Avery. Who do you belong to?’ His voice is fucking feral.
‘You.’ I buck against him, grinding shamelessly, seeking more friction. ‘I belong to you.’ Isn’t that the truth?
‘Good girl.’ He traces my lips with his tongue without breaking eye contact.
‘Killian, I’m going to…’ Pleasure blinds me. Delicious, decadent heat builds in my core and white-hot sparks crackle over my skin. My orgasm detonates. Delirious oblivion devastates every single cell in my body.
He plunges his tongue into my mouth and swallows my screams as I shudder through the most intense release of my life. He’s right behind me, crying out my name as he spills himself inside of me, palming his hands over my body like he can’t believe I’m real.
Finally, he slumps onto my chest, his heart hammering against mine as we struggle to catch our breaths.
‘Avery Williams, you will be the fucking death of me,’ he growls.
‘Thought that came with the job description?’ I press a kiss against his tattooed neck. ‘I know we said one-time, but can we change that to one night?’
