Billionaire With a Twist 3(25)
He ripped my nightshirt open, the sweat-soaked fabric sticking to the table as he bent his head further and sucked on my right nipple, hard, his fingers twisting and pinching my left. I yelped, practically levitating off the table as the sensations shot through me. “Oh God, Hunter, oh, Hunter, Hunter, Hunter—”
He thrust harder, then harder again, and then I felt him come inside me, and that sent me over the edge of my own orgasm, stars bursting behind my eyelids like a thousand galaxies as I came harder than I ever had before.
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When we could both walk again, Hunter scooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed—his bed. He laid me out like a work of art on the cool white sheets and kissed the pale skin of my ankle. My eyes fluttered shut as I gave a contented sigh, and his warm lips traveled further up my leg, his tongue stroking along the sensitive skin on the backs of my knees, teasing along the edge of my thigh. I whimpered, pressing upward, needing more.
“Tell me what you want.” His whisper was a flame licking along my skin.
“Wait. I—I thought we were putting all this on hold.” I hated myself for betraying my lust, but I didn’t want either of us to have any regrets later.
Hunter paused. “We can, of course. If that’s what you want.”
My brow wrinkled in confusion. “I thought that’s what you wanted. So we could focus on the business, and the expo coming up.”
He shook his head. “I agreed to that because I thought it’s what you wanted.”
A grin spilled across my face. I didn’t know what to say. We’d been so stupid.
Hunter climbed up next to me, turning me toward him on my side so we were eye to eye. “Look. I’ve had enough of this tiptoeing around bullshit, all the trying to hide how we feel from each other, the constantly forcing ourselves to ‘do the right thing’ thing. Enough’s enough.”
His hands reached down to grip my ass tight and he pulled me against him roughly, the line of his cock edging between my thighs. “So tell me what you really want, Ally. Because I want you.” The look in his eyes was dangerous, hungry, full of desire.
“Lick me,” I gasped, and he did.
He pressed me back against the sheets and kissed his way down my body, pausing along the way to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of my breasts and belly. When I could barely stand how much I needed to feel his mouth on me, he finally pushed my knees apart and spread me wide open, his broad tongue making a long stroke up the center of my * before circling around my clit.
“God, yes,” I panted. This was exactly what I wanted.
He dipped low, his tongue plunging into my cunt to stroke its walls, his nose rocking against my clit as his fingers ghosted over my thighs to my waist, gripped tight against my hips, pulled me firmly against his eager mouth so I could ride his tongue.
I writhed against him, lost in a sea of overwhelming sensations… “Oh, Hunter, please…”
I could feel him grin against me, the heat of his breath only fanning the flames of my aching need. I felt as though I would burst, my fingers clenching tight around his powerful shoulders. He kissed me even more deeply, his lips soft and avid, his tongue stroking, teasing, demanding—his hand slid around my thigh and his fingers entered me, crooking slowly at first and then more quickly, building to a frenetic rhythm as I bucked against him, whimpering.
“Oh, Hunter, Hunter, I…” So much I wanted to say, and I couldn’t say it, the words lost in the heat between my legs, the beating of my heart. I pressed up against him instead, whimpering as he nipped at my thigh, nuzzled and then sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. I gasped. “Oh, oh, oh…”
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was low, harsh with desire. It made me dizzy, made me bold. “Say it.”
His touch was making my whole world spin, there was only the feel of his skin, the touch of his fingers and lips and the way I opened up to them, only the soft wet sounds of our bodies coming together…
“You,” I managed. “You, always you, only ever you…”
He pulled back and flipped me onto my stomach, the cool fabric exquisite agony against my stimulated nipples. He spread my legs, one hand holding me open as the other slid up to cup my breast.
“You ready to take my cock?” he growled against the back of my neck.
I nodded, and then he was inside me.
He thrust into me hard, and I shrieked, the feelings all the more intense for not being able to see him, for having to trust him, for being completely at his mercy as his strong hands held me hostage and his long hard cock slammed into my *, again and again, filling me up, stretching me, lighting up my nerve endings and electrifying my veins.
With a moan I pushed my ass up against him, wanting him deeper still, and the hand on my hip stole around to stroke my wet *, his long fingers tweaking my clit as I clenched around his cock. As he rocked into me I let go of everything bad I felt inside, everything that had been hurting me or dragging me down for years. Grinding into his hand, feeling the steady beat of his cock, hearing his gasps of pleasure behind me, the ecstasy pushed me higher and higher, until I found myself falling over the edge.
We came at the same time, moans wrenching through us, calling out to each other. Finally we collapsed boneless onto the bed, Hunter’s weight like a comforting blanket settling over my body as he tucked me back against him. I reached up behind me to stroke his hair, the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders.