The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(61)

But she shook her head, blinking. “Felt . . . different. Deep inside me.”

That, he liked. He thumbed her sweet little nipple and teased it even as he pumped into her again. “Wrap your legs around me, if you want.”

She did, and those heavenly thighs gripped his hips. He helped her change the angle a little, adjusting her hips and legs until she was in the perfect position, and he sank hard and deep again.

She gasped. “Oh. That was . . . oh, I think I need to feel that again.” Her nails dug into his skin.

He was more than happy to oblige.

Then, he began to piston into her soft flesh, his cock driving into her fast and furious. He was unable to hold back, and he let go of her breast to anchor her hips into the perfect spot for driving into her. She wasn’t protesting, either. That soft little “guh” sound escaped her again and her thighs grew tighter against him, and she was raising her hips to meet his every rough thrust. Her eyes closed and a look of intense concentration was on her face, as if she were trying very hard to focus on pleasure.

And he was in f*cking heaven, himself, her wet cunt like a hot glove, and her body taking everything he was giving her. He continued to thrust into her without finesse, working her over until his balls were slapping against her skin with every thrust, and she was giving these breathless little moans, and her tits were jiggling with every pound of his cock into her.

“Oh,” she moaned again. “Oh, I think I feel something—”

“Squeeze me with your legs, Marjorie,” he instructed her, angling her hips again. He hadn’t found her g-spot yet, but she was squirming and moving so much that it was hard to pin down. But when she obeyed and her legs clenched tight around him, he grabbed her hips again and raised her higher, and his cock pumped into her again.

This time, her eyes flew open. “Oh f*ck! What was that?”

A laugh burst from him. “That was the perfect angle.” And he stroked into her again.

“Oh f*ck!” she cried out again, and then she gave another little shrill cry as he pounded her once more. “Oh my f*ck!”

“You coming, sweetheart?”

“Fuck!” She yelled in his ear, and he felt her cunt quiver around him.

That was all he needed to know. He pushed into her, hard, rough, and she gave a little scream, her body clenching around him as she came.

He thrust rough and hard and then he came himself, his release finally roaring through him so fiercely that black spots swam before his eyes and he momentarily lost his breath. He gave her another slow stroke, finishing his orgasm, and then fell forward onto her, their damp skin sticking together as they both sought to catch their breath.

And . . . damn if that wasn’t an amazing f*ck. The best he’d ever had. With a gusty sigh, he gave her another quick kiss and then rolled off of her so he didn’t crush her with his weight.

Marjorie made a soft sound of protest as he did. “You weren’t heavy. I liked the way you felt.”

“I like the way you feel underneath me,” he said, skimming a hand down her sweat-damp flesh. “But I should probably take this condom off.” Reluctantly, he hauled out of bed and went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Then, he returned with a damp washcloth and gestured at Marjorie. “Let me do the honors.”

Her face flushed bright red, but she obediently opened her legs for him, and he bathed her tender tissues, noting that she had bled a little, but not a ton. Good. He hadn’t wanted to hurt his virgin.

Virgin no longer, though. He couldn’t help feeling a little pride at that. Marjorie was now his, body and soul. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom and then climbed back into bed with her, dragging her body against his and tangling his legs with her long, slim ones.

“Stay the night with me,” he told her, pressing kisses against her shoulder blades as they spooned. “I sleep better when you’re against me.”

“I have to wake up early,” she cautioned him, but she didn’t move a muscle to get out of bed.

“I’ll set the alarm. Just stay with me.”

“Always,” she murmured softly, and as his hand cupped her breast, her hand covered his.

And it felt f*cking perfect.

“I love you,” she said softly to him.

Rob only squeezed her tighter against him, dread clenching in his stomach. She might love him now, but what about tomorrow, when she learned the truth about who he really was?





Chapter Twenty-one



For some reason, Rob was sweating, even though the temperature on the thermostat read a balmy 74 degrees. Marj adjusted his tie for him and then smoothed a hand down the shoulders of his black formal jacket. “You okay?”

He gave her a distracted smile. “Great. Peachy.”

Marjorie nodded, but didn’t bring it up again. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Rob was unhappy at having to attend the rehearsal dinner with her, but she didn’t want to back down. This meant something to her. This meant he’d come out in front of all of her friends and would show them just how much being with her meant to him.

And she needed that. She needed that badly. So she put aside any twinges of misgiving at Rob’s stiff attitude. Last night had more than made up for any hint of distraction today. Dreamily, she put on the last touches of her makeup in his mirror and tried not to think about how incredibly intimate—and mind-blowing—losing her virginity had been. She’d expected it to be good. With Rob, she’d expected it to be great. But she hadn’t quite anticipated three leg-noodling orgasms in a row that sent her screaming over the edge, and cussing. The way he’d been able to bring her body to orgasm had been downright shameless, and she was already anticipating tonight. Gretchen had laughingly given all of the bridesmaids expensive sex toys as gifts yesterday, and Marjorie had blushed, mortified, when she’d received her intimidating looking “rabbit” vibrator. Now she was wondering if Rob would use it on her and how that would feel.