Page 83 of Billion Dollar Vow

He rolls the condom onto his erection and comes to stand between my legs as I part them wide.

“You want to be fucked hard, don’t you, Petal?”

“Yes. Please.”

He growls. “God, you giving in like this is just as sexy as your sassy mouth.”

He grabs my hips tightly, and I wrap my legs around his back, locking my ankles. His cock issoclose to my pussy.

Before I can beg him to fuck me, he enters the tip of his cock inside me. I opened myself to him when I told him I wanted him. Now I surrender completely.

My hands grab his forearms to hold on, and he slides in farther, sending ripples of pleasure-pain up my spine, and I concentrate on breathing to allow my body to take him. He takes it slow, but his pinched expression tells me he’s restraining himself for my sake.

He groans, “Fuck.” When he’s all the way in, the fullness is overwhelming. He gives me a second to adjust, but then hishands tighten to hold me in place as he pulls out and thrusts in hard again.

The cold counter feels nice against the heat burning up inside me as he fucks me ruthlessly.

My body bounces with every slam, but his firm hold on me doesn't allow me to get too far from him. I peer up from under my lashes to see his gaze on our bodies coming together. This isn’t just physical either. The risk of losing him terrifies me, but the thought of never knowing what this feels like would have haunted me forever.

He must feel my eyes on him because he looks up and gives me a crooked grin. “You should see how good we look.”

I try to speak, but I can only moan. A second orgasm is coming on. But I’m desperate to come with him.

“You take me so well, Karley.”

My grip on his forearms slips with perspiration. His confidence and knowing what my body needs right now is impressive. He gives it to me, and I try to meet every thrust.

“Oliver,” I breathe a warning that I’m close to the edge.

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps the pace and adds a finger to my clit. “Come for me.”

I close my eyes and let go. My body pulses as I shatter around him, panting at the same time he grunts my name, and his body stills. The tight grip he has on my thigh loosens as his cock jerks inside me. His orgasm hits him at the same time. His body folds over mine, and I soak up the feeling, amazed at what just happened between us. The fact that I could make him lose control like this fills me with pride.

Minutes pass as we catch our breath, neither of us wanting to move. My hands wrap around his shoulders, holding him to me, my legs around him, and he stays inside. What happens when this moment ends? Will he pull away, make some excuse, pretending this was just physical?

But eventually, he leans back, his hands on either side of my body, a smirk on his face.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “The first time I have you and I fuck you in the kitchen.”

“I’m not complaining,” I say, though a flicker of uncertainty passes through me. Is he regretting it, wishing we’d done this properly? I search his face for clues. “You acted like you just couldn’t wait.”

“I couldn’t. I fucking couldn’t wait a second longer.”

His gaze roams my body before his eyes meet mine with a knowing look, and I push at his chest.

My eyes hold his as he leans in. “I wanted you too.”

“Well,” he manages to say, a small smile tugging at his lips, “now that we’re married, you’re mine.”

“Possessive much?” I laugh.

He brushes a strand of hair from my face with a grin. “Says the woman who’s been wanting me longer.”

I shove his shoulder playfully. “No need to rub it in.”

“I’m not rubbing it in,” he says softly, looking down. “I just wish I’d handled it differently.”