Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(38)

“The BDSM books with all of the spanking and hot sex? Yeah, I’ve heard of them.”

“I like to write stories based on those books. And today, I wrote a little scene with you in mind. You want me to tell you about it?” I asked coyly, gazing up into his warm eyes.

His hands slid up my T-shirt until his fingers were resting beneath the swell of my breasts. “If by telling, you mean showing…” He leaned down and took my mouth in a soft, seductive kiss. “Tell me all f*cking about it,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips.

I kissed him once more and then bit his bottom lip, tugging gently before finally pulling away. “Meet me in the bedroom.” I turned around and headed for the hallway.

“Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just your cock,” I called over my shoulder.

He didn’t waste any time. Thatch was hot on my heels and removing my clothes before I could say otherwise. Within seconds, we were both gloriously naked, standing beside his bed, and kissing the hell out of each other.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up with ease until my legs were wrapped around his waist. “Show me what you were fantasizing about today, honey,” he groaned against my mouth as he laid us on the bed. His cock was hard and ready between my thighs and pressing against the oh-so-perfect place. “Fuck, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”

I gripped his hair and tugged his lips away from mine. “Beg me for it,” I demanded. “Say, ‘let me feel your perfect *.’”

He smirked down at me as he thrust forward, sliding teasingly across where I was already wet and throbbing for him. “Is that what you want, baby? My dirty mouth?”

I nodded. God, yes. Dirty talk me, you sexy giant. His body spanned the space of two regular men. He didn’t have two dicks, but he sure knew how to use the one.

“Please, let me feel this perfect f*cking * wrapped around my cock.”

“Mistress Cassie Grey,” I added.

One of his brows quirked up, confused.

“Say it, Thatchastasia.”

“Thatchastasia?” He sat back on his heels and stared down at me. “What the f*ck are you talking about?”

I grinned. “I’m showing you, remember?”

“Let me get this straight.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You wrote yourself as the male dominant, and I’m the female submissive?”

“It’s the only way it would work, Thatchastasia.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re way more submissive than I am, baby,” I explained.

He started to shake his head, but I kept talking. “And speaking of the whole submissive thing, you’re not very good at it right now. You should be saying Mistress Cassie Grey every time you address me.” I patted his knee. “But don’t worry, we’ll work up to it.”

He stared at me for a minute before an amused smirk raised the corner of his mouth. “You planning on spanking me, Mistress Cassie Grey?”

“Only if you’re bad.”

He waggled his brows and grabbed my ankle with one of his large hands. “Oh, believe me, I’m going to be all kinds of bad, honey.” His lips started a slow and heated path from my ankle to my inner thigh. “I’m going to blow your mind.”

“You’re a terrible submissive,” I said through a soft moan. “I should spank the shit out of you for topping from the bottom and not addressing me properly.”

“Spank me later. Right now, I have to put my mouth on you.” His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide for his heated gaze. “You gonna come right on my tongue?”

Well, shit, I didn’t have to think twice about that. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as my head fell back on the pillows.

His mouth was on me before I could take my next breath. With tiny, insistent strokes, his tongue thrummed against my clit as his lips applied the perfect amount of suction. I clenched the sheets in my fists, and my thighs shook in anticipation.

“You taste so f*cking good,” he whispered against my aching skin sloppily, still eating me as he spoke.

I gripped his hair as my hips started to move against his mouth of their own accord.

“You’re so close. Your *’s already trying to trap my tongue.” He slid his hands up my body, past my hips, until they reached my panting chest. “These f*cking tits are going to be the death of me someday,” he groaned as he gripped my breasts and brushed his thumbs across my nipples.

God, the man had some serious skills. I was convinced his tongue had graduated with an Ivy League doctorate in oral. Within seconds, thanks to a perfect swirl and two quick flicks of my clit, I was screaming his name through a mind-blowing orgasm. I expected the fog to last, but I wanted him too badly. Each roll of pleasure only drove me to want more.

“Now, Thatch,” I panted as he rolled a condom down his length. “Please, f*ck me now,” I begged.

“I don’t think either of us are born submissives, baby. But your sweet voice begging me to f*ck you sure makes me think you could be.” He smirked down at me as he kneeled between my thighs.

Before I could offer a snappy retort, he gripped my thighs and pushed inside me, hard and so deliciously deep. “Holy. Shit.”

He groaned. “I’m never leaving this *.” He increased his rhythm, driving into me with wild and uninhibited movements. “I’m just going to eat, f*ck, and sleep inside this perfect cunt for the rest of my life.”