Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires)(43)

Silver

She peeled the dress over her head, standing against the wall. I sat up on the bed, my cock bouncing like it was nodding along with me. “You're the f*cking sexist woman I've ever seen,” I whispered severely.

Alexis had put on the white corset beneath her dress, it and her heels were all she wore; the panties had been left in my car. There was a coyness in how she held herself, but it was surface level.

I'd never known someone so genuine as her.

So real.

Perhaps that was why I'd become so obsessed with her. I couldn't have said during my many hours of frustrated mulling. I definitely couldn't have said now.

“It looks alright on me?” she asked, turning her body to try and examine herself. It was a pose that could have made anyone else look awkward. On her, it was a compelling flex of her body that made my fingers ache to not be touching her.

Sitting up fully, I motioned to her. “Get over here before I tackle you where you stand.”

Light pink washed over her cheeks, the blush I loved so much. Making her react was addicting. I didn't think I could go on without that.

And I didn't plan to.

Alexis swayed my way, her hips tempting me with their gentle curves. Reaching out, I caught her by the wrist, pulling her on top of me. A tiny squeak escaped her surprised smile; sealing her lips, I ate her joy and longed for more.

This f*cking woman... what was I going to do with this painful need for her?

What could I do?

Keep her by your side, I sang in my skull. Never let her leave. Never let her dare to try.

Alexis... my Pet...

She belonged to me.

“Silver,” she whispered thickly. It wasn't my name. I'd had her use it from the start, because back then, I'd still had the delirious idea that I could satisfy my urge for this girl.

I'd had every intention of walking away when I was done... and I hadn't wanted her to know who I was, where I worked, any of it. It had always worked with the others.

Why not her?

“Take this off,” she said. Bending against my bare chest, she scratched at the corset like it was choking her.

My smirk was a razor; she shivered at the sight. “Alright,” I said, my hands caressing down her middle. I kissed her shoulder, then I inhaled her scent until my lungs threatened to burst.

One by one, I snapped the hooks on the front of the corset. The black vines decorating it wilted, peeling away to reveal the creamy expanse of her skin. Sucking at my own tongue, I yanked her so that she was sitting on my chest, rolling my cheek down her stomach.

She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair like she wanted to stop me, or force me to go faster. Could she be as swept up as I was? Was that even possible?

“Perfect,” I said, circling the dip of her bellybutton. “Beautiful.” My lips tattooed her bare hip, the corset parting like curtains on the most wonderful day. In front of me she was naked, but it wasn't enough.

I wanted to expose Alexis down to her soul.

Shoving her backwards so that her * hovered over my briefs, I shuddered. My shaft strained at the material, willing itself to break free so it could fill her up. Holding her hips, I ground her down, forcing her swollen clit to rub against my hard-on.

Throwing her head back, she moaned. The sound sank into me, fueling me, making my eyes darken. Lying below her, her breasts cast me in shadow. I'd have hidden from the sun for years if it was because of her.

To my surprise, she reached down, pulling my cock through the top of my briefs. I was almost too entranced to stop her, but before she could penetrate herself, I gripped her waist and held her still. Her frustrated wriggle was torture. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Fucking you, or trying to.”

I watched her with pure curiosity. “We need a condom.”

The richness in her eyes warred with the green of her earrings. “Do we?”

Fucking hell.

She met my eyes—not with calmness, but with desire. “You'd risk carrying my child just to f*ck me raw?”

Her fingers brushed mine, then went further, gripping the base of my cock. “Fuck me,” she commanded.

“That's what I'm supposed to say.” Pushing her hands away, I guided my stiff cock into her. She slid down on it slowly, groaning all the way until she was sitting on me. Gritting my jaw, I arched up, not satisfied with holding still.

Licking my thumb, I stroked her clit. She fell forward, hands on either side of my shoulders and her hair in my face. The sensation of the soft strands tickling over me was maddening.

Capturing the back of her head, I yanked her to my seeking teeth. We kissed violently, sharpness and force that was meant to satisfy a carnal, animal urge neither of us had experienced before.

I'd chased this feeling for so f*cking long.

It had been here.

All along...

It had been with her.

Vindication gave me strength, my need to come drove me. The condo was filled with the wet sounds of our f*cking. My Pet, she whimpered and moaned and even screamed. Not once was it an act.

“Silver, I'm so close. Fuck, I'm so close, please...”

Taking the hint, I circled her clit faster; harder. I played with her smoothly, never slowing down. I was as everlasting as any machine could have been.

Her * thrummed, sending hot ripples up my stomach. My balls flexed, sweat coating every inch of our bodies. Alexis was soaked, wetness escaping her perfect thighs and dripping down my cock.