Tied to the Billionaire(23)

Without taking his gaze off Elena’s face he shouted, “Pierre. Give us another ten minutes alone.”

The reply of “Yes, sir,” was almost instantaneous, but Charles already had his mouth on Elena’s again, delighting in her taste while he used his fingers to reacquaint himself with her nipples. “Take out my cock and make me come,” he said, his voice less in control than he would have liked. The effect she had on him still amazed him and there was very little that surprised him anymore.

Without further hesitation, Elena rubbed her long, elegant fingers over his hard-on before pulling down his zipper and reaching inside. She managed to get his briefs down and oh holy Christ she had her hand wrapped around his dick and was freeing it from his pants. That first contact nearly made him come. Charles had to squeeze his eyes shut and fight to stave off the orgasm that was so close to exploding all over her hand.


When Elena looked down at his exposed cock, she appeared almost surprised to find it in her hand. She stroked her fingers down the length slowly, experimentally, and a low growl ripped from Charles’ throat.

“That’s it, Elena,” he ground out. “Squeeze it hard. Don’t stop until your hand is covered in my spunk.”

Elena caught her bottom lip between her teeth then fisted Charles’ cock. After a couple of slow strokes, she began to jack him in earnest. Each glorious tug sent a zing of pleasure to his balls. He wanted to watch her hand glide up and down, her thumb sweeping over the head and capturing the pre-cum that was leaking before spreading it down his length, but the expression on her face was too goddamn good to miss. When she licked her lips and looked up at him with an urgent need, Charles was amazed he didn’t blow right then and there.

His voice was a low, deep rumble when he asked, “Do you want to taste me, Elena?”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, instead she gave a small nod of her head.

“You need to say it. I want to hear your reply. Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Her reply was quiet, barely more than a whisper, but it would have to do. Charles needed her wet mouth wrapped around him as badly as he needed oxygen.

“Do it,” he ordered. “Suck me. Suck me hard.”

She did. Leaning forward, Elena wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and in one smooth and fluid movement she took it to the back of her throat and swallowed.

“Oh, holy shit,” Charles all but shouted. He slid his fingers into her hair and held her in place as he lifted his hips, trying to get deeper inside.

Elena began to move up and down on his cock and the suction on every up-stroke was absolutely goddamn perfect. Each time he thrust up, f*cking hard into her perfect mouth, a low moan escaped her throat that made wonderful vibrations dance along his shaft. It was sensational. Elena knew just how to suck him. She used the right pressure and speed, knew when to ease off and lick around his crown or dip her tongue into his slit and she knew just when to move faster, to suck harder and take him deep. It was like she’d been made to pleasure him.

“Squeeze my balls, Elena,” Charles directed, relieved when she complied at once. “Oh, God, that’s it.”

All too soon, the telltale tingles of his impending release started in Charles’ balls, the sensation spreading rapidly to the base of his spine. “I’m going to come now,” he bit out, amazed he was able to talk at all. “And you’re going to take it all, aren’t you? You’re going to drink it down, every last drop.”

Charles wouldn’t have forced the issue if Elena wanted to pull back, but she nodded frantically around his cock and her movements became faster, the suction harder, drawing out his orgasm beautifully.

“God damn.” The pleasure was so intense that Charles had to grip the chair beneath him as he continued to thrust, f*cking into her and watching her take it all while skilfully using her mouth to beg for all he had to give her.

The dam broke.

Charles held her head in place as his orgasm barrelled through him at an alarming pace and he shot into her mouth in burst after burst, filling it with his release. Elena swallowed every drop. She caressed him lovingly with her tongue afterwards, long sweeps that licked him clean.

When his breathing was back under control, Charles cupped Elena’s face, lifting it. Their eyes locked and when Charles saw the untamed lust shining back at him, he knew without a shadow of a doubt this was the woman for him, the woman he was meant to spend his life with. She was perfect for him in every way. Now he just needed to convince Elena of that.



Chapter Six





As Elena stared up into Charles’ eyes, she was overcome with an immense sense of rightness. Pleasuring him had been satisfying. She’d been nervous at first, worried that they would be seen, but she’d followed his direction and soon her anxiety had disappeared and she’d all but forgotten where they were. It felt good to let go of the fear and to trust in him. Sucking that beautiful cock of his with the added worry that they might be caught had been beyond exciting and when Charles had come in her mouth, Elena had nearly lost it too. She was right on edge, craving the release. She was squirming wildly in her seat, aching. She needed to be filled. Wanted to be f*cked.

With an uncontrollable need, she sat back in the chair and lifted the hem of her dress, placing a hand on her *. She was so wet, poised. It would take next to nothing to make her come. She looked over at Charles again and when she stroked a finger over her clit, she gasped, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet space. Charles’ face became suddenly serious, his eyes a shade darker. He shook his head as he reached for her hand and moved it away, holding it tightly in his.