The Billionaire Bargain #2(20)

“Is that—”

He popped it open. It was.

The ring was white gold, nicked slightly around the band, with diamonds and emeralds set around it in a vintage flower pattern. The design and the light wear confirmed what Grant was about to say: “This was my mother’s wedding ring, and her mother’s ring before her. It’s a tradition to pass it on, to—to welcome the bride into the family. If my mother were here, she would have held onto it until the day of the wedding, but…”he took my hand, and slid it onto my finger.“I couldn’t wait a minute longer to see how it looked on you.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from rising to my eyes.“Oh, Grant. Thank you so much. I never expected—”

He stopped me with a tender finger on my lips.

“You mean more to me than I could ever say in words,” he said. “So I thought I might try showing you.”

And what could I do then but kiss him?

I pulled him onto the bed above me, reaching again for him; he distracted me by flipping us so that he was on his back, reaching up to squeeze my breasts.

I whimpered loudly as his mouth closed hungrily on my right breast, sucking on my nipple hard as his fingers played lightly with my left. His right hand trailed slowly down my stomach, and then his fingers were teasing at my clit. I loved how he touched me, how his hands explored every part of me.

I cried out as his fingers slowly circled, tantalizing, tormenting, making me whimper and beg for more, and then he entered me roughly with two of them, still not letting up on the attention to my breasts or the light, not-nearly-enough touches to my clit. He paused “Does that feel good?” He asked, his voice both tender and raw.

“Mmm.”

I lost track of time as he set up an insistent, demanding rhythm. I had never been so f*cking wet. He f*cked me with his fingers until he found a spot that no one had found before, circled it and teased it, stroked and prodded and pressed and oh God oh God oh God— Electricity lit up my body, sparks lighting up behind my eyelids, my whole body straining to its limit, the whole world exploding as I screamed— And came harder than I ever had in my damn life.

I slumped on his chest, boneless and weak, my body wracked by my orgasm. “Give me…a minute…” I panted.

No one had ever touched me that way. No one had ever made me feel that way before. How could he do it? He could he reach down into my mind and soul and give me exactly what I wanted?

Don’t think that, Lacey. Just a bit of fun. Just a bit of risky, sleeping-with-the-boss sex. Goosebumps flared across my skin at the thrill of it.

“You may have all the minutes you need,”Grant murmured.“I will, however—”He shifted, his long, hardness pressing against my thigh—“I will draw the line at an hour.”

A felt a new rush of lust and pushed myself up on my arms, nipping and sucking at the skin of his neck where I had already marked him in the woods.

Yes, you’re mine. For this moment, you’re mine.

I began to kiss my way down his chest, savoring the way Grant’s breaths became shorter and heavier, his throat issuing intoxicating gravely groans of need.

Oh, you’re mine now. And I’m going to savor every last second.

I made it to his waist and teased at the skin there for a few sadistic seconds before giving in to his unspoken pleas and moving further downward. I circled the head of his dick with my tongue, and then swiped it down the underside before sucking him in deeper, moaning. I’d never wanted a cock so bad.

I licked him like an ice cream cone, trying to memorize the shape and scent of him, so powerful, so masculine. Every fantasy I’d ever had was playing in full-color behind my eyelids as I sucked him deep into my throat.

Give in, Grant. Give in to me. Come for me. Come down my throat and watch me lick it off my lips and spank me for being such an eager little slut— I slid him deeper and deeper, humming and moaning as I devoured that delicious cock. His breathing was really shaky now, and I felt an undeniable surge of passion at the sway my mouth had over him at that moment. He began rocking his hips gently upward, and I increased the rhythm of my own movements.

I looked up into Grant’s eyes, wanting to see how he looked at me while he f*cked my mouth, and his eyes were dark as the sea at midnight.

“I need you,”he growled.“I need to be inside you. I need to f*ck you until you’re begging for more. I need—”

My thighs clenched, and I launched myself up towards him, mashing my mouth against his in a rough collision of lips, teeth, tongue, and need. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto his thick cock. I shrieked as he plunged into me, stretching me, so much bigger than anything I’d felt before, so much better.

“Oh, oh, oh, f*ck me, oh please Grant, harder, please f*ck me—”

He kept a firm grip on my ass as he thrust upward into me, bucking hard as I rode him. He lunged up to lick and suck at my breasts and I swooned, leaned further into his touch, grasping at his strong shoulders, the muscles underneath rippling like an earthquake.

Never felt anything like this before, flying so high, flying so hard, needing him, needing to never stop f*cking, needing already to f*ck him again as soon as we were done, needing that thick hard cock filling me up, just a little more, all I need is a little more to--

“Fuck me,”I moaned.“Oh God, Grant, I need it hard, I need you in me hard, I need you to f*ck me hard—”