Page 87 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

I take her mouth, having missed her taste in the last few minutes. I plunder her mouth until she’s squirming against me. “So here’s what will happen, baby. I’m going to pin you down and fuck you, then you will watch me come. Deal?”

Her eyes widen, but she nods her head.

"Good girl." I see her pupils dilate with those two little words and I want to thump my chest in victory. How did I get so lucky with this sassy brat who responds to my words just as well as my touch?

My hand goes between her legs, and this time she spreads her thighs wider. My thumb finds her clit and I start stroking it in slow circles, the way she loves it. Her lids flutter closed. “Go on,” I whisper. “Say my name.”

“E-than.” Writhing against my hand, she moans as I insert a finger inside her.

“Yes, baby, that’s it, keep going, you’re getting drenched.” I can feel her clenching and tightening against my finger. “You’re so fucking responsive.”

I take my hand away, and she whines in protest, but her eyes fly open when she feels my cock at her entrance.

An impossibly stupid thought occurs to me, but I can’t dismiss it. “Youhavedone this before, haven’t you? More than a few times?”

“N-not this way. There was only one time when I wasn’t…when I wasn’t on top,” she answers.

I nod. And it all finally makes sense. I’m overwhelmed by the amount of trust she’s putting in a big brute like me. “Don’t think, baby. Just say my name, and I’ll do the rest.”

“Ethan,” she whispers.

“Tell me to stop anytime if it gets too much, and I will, okay?”

She nods her head.

My thumb is back on her clit, and she gasps, moaning my name. She’s so wet now that my cock head becomes slippery with her juices. I press in, and she pants. I keep stroking her clit, making her too hungry to mind the excruciatingly tight fit.

By the time I’m halfway in, her fingers are digging into my back, and she’s arching against me. I grab her hands and pin them above her head before thrusting all the way into her.

She cries out my name, clenching tightly against me. “Fuck yeah, baby. Talk to me.”

“You’re so—I feel …full. Keep going,” she says.

Thank fuck!

I don’t need to be told twice, withdrawing and thrusting back into her, all the while telling her exactly what her tight pussy is doing to me. My hips pick up pace, and before long, I’m bottoming out in her, my heavy balls slapping against her ass.

And then, she’s begging me not to stop, incoherently calling out my name. She’s loud, unhinged, and I fucking love it.

A few more hard and deep thrusts, and she’s right there, squeezing me like a fist, convulsing, squirting all over my cock.

Jesus fucking Christ, the woman can come.

I barely have time to warn her before my own orgasm overtakes me. I command her to look at me, wanting to show her what she does to me. What I know she’s been dying to see. I throw my head back and groan loudly, my entire body jerking and trembling in ecstasy as I spurt hotly into her.

She only manages a few seconds of watching me before she’s crying out and convulsing around my cock again. Her second orgasm lasts a long time, and I have to make myself slip out of her because I can already feel my cock hardening again.

“Holy shit, woman!” I pant as we come down from our orgasms. As I shift my weight off her, she turns away, but I pull her back into my chest, spooning her. “Hey, hey. Don’t freak outor run away. Not before I’ve told you how incredible you are to fuck.”

“Ethan!”

“What, you’re shy? You just blew the top of my head off!” I debate fucking us both into another orgasm. Or three.

She hasn't eaten since yesterday, caveman.

“All I did was lay there,” she protests.

I huff out a laugh. “And breathe. And moan. And scream. And squeeze me like a fist as you came on my cock—”