Tied to the Billionaire(31)

Elena grinned wickedly. “I’d rather not talk shop when your cock is inside me. It’s one hell of a mood-killer.”

Charles thrust up, seating himself deeper and Elena gasped. “Really?” he asked. “What would you like to talk about, the weather?”

Elena’s giggle turned into a moan when Charles grabbed hold of her hips and began pounding up into her, f*cking her hard and fast, just how she liked it. He leant forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it before rolling the firm bud between his teeth.

“It’s going to be another hot day today by all accounts,” Charles murmured, gritting his teeth as Elena began grinding her hips, rubbing her clit against his cock as she chased her orgasm.

“Or perhaps you’d rather not talk at all, huh?” He moved his head to give her other nipple a similar treatment, tugging on it lightly with his teeth then soothing it with his tongue. He was beginning to learn which buttons to press to drive Elena wild and he’d used them as often as he could. When she began to ride him with more fervour, Charles felt his own orgasm building.

“You like my cock in you, Elena?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Charles held firm to her hips and stilled his own. When she turned confused eyes on him, he asked, “Forget something?”

She gasped. “I meant yes, sir.”

Charles tutted and shook his head. “It’s a little late now, isn’t it?”

Elena chewed on her bottom lip. “What are you going to do to me, sir?”

The fear and doubt that had been present in Elena’s eyes on their first night together had disappeared to be replaced by excitement and anticipation. It was torture to lift Elena off his cock when he’d been so close to coming, but she knew the rules.

“Over my lap,” he ordered.

Elena did as she’d been told, draping herself over Charles’ legs. She placed her hands on the ground to support herself and presented her pert ass to him. He needed his cock buried inside it as soon as possible and he’d always had a difficult time ignoring his body’s demands. Her ass was a thing of beauty. High, round and pert, it was crying out for the palm of his hand. Charles had to squeeze his eyes shut and count to ten, willing his erection into submission.

He wasted no time in bringing his hand down. Elena cried out at the first slap and the sound incited him to do it again, harder than before. With each smack, Elena’s ass grew pinker and it didn’t take much longer before she was lifting it up to meet his hand, eager for the next blow. Her cries soon turned to whimpers, but Charles didn’t stop. Elena knew her safeword even though she hadn’t once used it during their week together. Her willingness to submit was a powerful aphrodisiac. As more colour flooded her cheeks, Charles felt his control slipping. He needed to f*ck her—pronto.

“Stand up and bend over the table,” he directed, amazed to have such control over his voice.

On shaky legs, Elena got to her feet, gripped the end of the table and bent over, her ass pushed out and within smacking distance. Charles’ breathing came faster as he took hold of his cock and stroked it roughly. Her position and the glorious rosy hue to her cheeks were almost too much for him to bear. He got to his feet, pressed up against her overheated ass and positioned his cock at her wet *, driving inside nice and deep.


“Oh.” Elena’s body jerked forward with the force of his entry and her hands lost their purchase on the table, but Charles didn’t give her time to right herself. With a bruising grip on her hips, he ploughed into her again and again, each thrust so hard and fast that the table scraped along the ground, the dishes on it rattling loudly.

Reaching one hand around, Charles rubbed his fingers against her clit, stroking her in time with his thrusts. Her * was soaking wet, her juices covering his cock, making the glide in and out so f*cking perfect. It didn’t take Elena long. Her moans grew louder and louder until she screamed out his name and her * became tighter, gripping his cock like a vise and drawing out his own orgasm. Charles’ release exploded inside her. He dragged her hips back and held her to him as he pressed in deep and rode the wave of his pleasure.

“Elena! Charles!”

“Holy f*ck.” Charles had barely finished coming when the call came from inside the villa. He pulled his spent cock out of Elena’s * and wrapped the robe around himself, fumbling with the tie.

“What the hell is Uncle Henry doing back?” Elena hissed, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she picked her robe up from the ground and slid it over her shoulders, missing the armholes twice before finally slipping them inside. “Shit.”

“Don’t know, first I’ve heard of it,” Charles replied. “He should still be in New York.”

Charles and Elena had decided to tell Henry about their relationship at the first opportunity, but they weren’t sure how he would react to the news. The last thing they needed was for Henry to catch Charles banging his niece over the breakfast table. Somehow, Charles didn’t think that would go down very well. They both took their seats just as Henry appeared at the patio doors. “Ah, there you are.”

Henry stepped out into the bright morning sunshine and strode towards them. Charles watched his business partner take in their attire, his gaze resting on Elena’s flushed face. Henry was no fool. It was evident what they’d been doing or maybe Charles was being paranoid. Still, the smell of sex and sweat on them was sure to give the game away.