Beauty and the Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #2)(64)

Hunter thrust against the juncture of her sex, settling her against his erection. “But I like to carry you.”

Gretchen sighed, and she automatically leaned in to kiss him, her thighs squeezing tight around him. “I’m out of objections.”

He kissed her back, his tongue slicking against hers in a wild tangle. With her lifted into his arms, he began to walk slowly out of the kitchen, each step pushing her against his aching cock. He turned his back to push open the swinging kitchen door, then continued down the hall. All the while, she moaned and continued to kiss him, clinging to him.

The walk down the long hall of the east wing to her room seemed endless. Why was his damn house so big? And yet, him carrying her back to her room was exquisitely pleasurable. Every step pushed Gretchen’s warmth against his cock, and her thighs squeezed against his hips. Her br**sts pushed against his chest, and her mouth sweetly accepted every thrust of his tongue.

It was delicious torture.

She moaned loudly when they got to her door, and he had to pause to twist the doorknob and push the door open. “Don’t stop moving,” she told him, rolling her h*ps and working against his cock.

He groaned, his entire body stiffening with need. “Gretchen, don’t.”

“Don’t do this?” She tightened her hands around his neck and ground her h*ps against him, her lips brushing against his scarred cheek. “I want you deep inside me.”

Hunter staggered into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He carried her to the bed and laid her down onto her back, immediately rolling on top of her.

“Mmm,” she said, working her h*ps again. “I liked it when you held me. Felt so close to you.”

He sat up, stripping off his shirt and jacket. “We don’t have to stop. We can make love like that, with me holding you. I just need to get a condom on.”

She gave him a surprised look, and ran a hand along his bare chest, tracing the muscles of his pectorals. “I’m not too heavy?”

“Not at all.” He undid his belt, releasing his pants to the ground, quickly followed by his boxers. “Shall I show you?”

“Absolutely,” she breathed, her voice excited. She began to strip her own clothing off with rapid hands, dragging her shirt over her head as he moved to the dresser and got out one of the condoms. He unwrapped it and rolled it down his aching length, resisting the urge to take himself in his hand and ease the ache a little. He’d be seated deep inside Gretchen soon enough, and that would be sweeter than any pleasure he could give himself.

When he turned around, she was laying on the bed, completely nak*d. She spread her legs wide at the sight of him, a beckoning gesture that he couldn’t resist. But instead of going to her outstretched arms, he leaned in and nuzzled at her p**sy, licking the delicate, slick folds and enjoying the choked gasp that she gave in response.

“You taste so sweet, Gretchen. Sweeter than anything I’ve tasted.” He pushed his tongue through her wet petals, flicking it against her clitoris. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then don’t stop.” Her hands twisted in his hair, holding his head in place while he tongued her. “Oh, God, don’t ever stop.”

“But you’ll come,” he said raggedly, and sucked on the small button to make up for the fact that he’d paused.

She cried out, her back arching, and then whimpered a protest when he pulled away. “Why are you stopping?”

“Because I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Right now.”

She made another wordless sound of protest, but he grasped her h*ps and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he commanded, even as he placed the head of his c*ck against her slick core.

Gretchen did, and he lifted her back into his arms again, tugging her against him.

The movement caused her weight to slide down, and then she was sheathed around him, her heat enveloping him like a glove. The feel of her was indescribable and he groaned at the sensation.

“Oh,” Gretchen breathed. “You’re so deep.” Her muscles seemed to clench around him, sucking him deeper inside, holding him tighter. Her thighs clenched against him, her ass squeezing against his palms as he held her.

He thrust shallowly, rocking his h*ps even as he clenched her thighs, holding her in place. His mouth sought hers, but the motion only allowed him to graze his lips against her. “Feel good?”

She moved her h*ps a little, rocking down on him. The movement caused her erect n**ples to brush against his chest, further driving him wild. “Oh, Hunter, don’t drop me.”

“Never.” He was strong. He could bench press hundreds of pounds. Her weight was slight in his arms. “I won’t let you go.”

Gretchen’s h*ps rolled against him, and he thrust at the same time, enjoying her gasp of reaction. “Harder, Hunter.”

He began to rock his h*ps a little harder. It was a tricky position, though. He needed more leverage. Glancing around, he spotted a bare section of wall a few feet away and moved toward it.

“What . . .” she murmured in protest as he began to move.

Hunter thrust her up against the wall, anchoring her there. She wanted to be f**ked hard? He’d give her hard. The leverage of the wall allowed him better support, and when he thrust the next time, her eyes widened, her p**sy clenching around him.