Page 62 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

He looked back up at me. "Super sexy huh?" He put his hand on my thigh. "Is that what you think?"

He hadn't answered any of the questions I had asked him. But all I could think about was his hand on my thigh. I didn't want his fingers to stop moving. "I think I'm done with dinner," I said breathlessly.

"I agree. I think it's time for dessert." He pushed his plate away.

The way he was looking at me made me blush again. I had barely eaten anything. But I wasn't really that hungry anymore. I only had one thing on my mind now. I wanted him so badly. "I'm pretty full."

"Well, maybe I'll just indulge myself then. It's something I've been craving since this morning."

I was super curious about what he had made.

If it was something chocolate then I wouldn't be able to resist trying it.

He was an amazing chef. I watched as he pushed the rest of the dishes to the side to make room for the dessert.

But instead of walking over to the oven or fridge, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the counter.

His hands slowly spread my thighs.

"What's wrong?" I asked when his hands stopped moving. My voice sounded needy, but I didn't care. I wanted him right that second. No. I needed him.

"I'm waiting for you to storm off and tell me I'm reading this situation wrong." His hand dipped to my inner thigh.

I grabbed the collar of his blazer and kissed him.

There was no hesitation in his response. He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me back. No one had ever kissed me like that. Intense, passionate, leaving me powerless. If I wasn't sitting on the kitchen counter, my knees would have been too weak to stand.

One of his hands moved back to my inner thigh and his fingers brushed against my wetness.

There was a low noise in his throat, almost like a growl. "You're not wearing any underwear." He pulled my ass to the end of the counter and spread my legs even farther apart. Before I could respond, he bent down and placed a long, slow stroke against my aching pussy.

I moaned and leaned back on my elbows.

His tongue swirled around all my walls, acting like I truly was the dessert he'd been craving all day.

He pushed my thighs farther apart as his tongue went even deeper.

"Yes!" I groaned and tilted my head back. For days I had been waking up in the middle of the night panting, remembering what it was like for him to be inside of me. The real thing was so much better than my dreams. He was going to put me over the edge in a matter of seconds.

But instead of keeping his steady, torturous pace, his lips moved to my clit and his finger entered the void.

"Rory, please," I moaned.

"You've been teasing me for days, Keira. I'm not letting you come that easily."

What?!

He moved his fingers faster. It felt amazing, but somehow wasn't what I needed to find my release.

"Rory," I moaned again.

He placed another stroke against my wetness. "You taste even better than I remembered."

Fuck. His naughty words made me even hornier. I couldn't even think straight anymore. He pulled away from me and took off his blazer. He grabbed his t-shirt by its collar and pulled it off, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me off the counter. "Turn around."

I didn't care what he did to me. I turned around. All I needed was his cock deep inside of me. And hopefully he wouldn't make me wait much longer.

"Hands on the counter." His breath was hot against my neck.

I placed my hands on the counter and arched my back.

He pushed the bottom of my dress up over my ass. His hands pressed against the small of my back, making me arch my back even more. "Close your eyes."

"Rory, please. You're killing me."

"Then next time you shouldn't tease me so much. Close your eyes."

I gulped. What is he going to do to me? I closed my eyes and felt his hands leave my back. A moment later I felt something cold against the back of my thigh. What the hell is that? My whole body shivered.

"Stay still." The cool item traveled up my thigh and across my ass. It was definitely something metal.

"Rory." My voice was airy and needy. I hated how he made me beg.

The metal object left my skin and I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

Shit. Why do I like that?

"If I remember correctly, you're kinkier than you look."

"I'm not..."

He slapped my ass again. Fuck. The metal object slid down my ass and slipped between my legs, pressing against my wetness. I gripped the counter tightly. I was so aroused, and the coolness of the metal felt relieving against my aching pussy. "Oh God."

Rory laughed and moved the object back over my ass. "No you don't. You're not coming until I say you can." He slapped my ass even harder.

"Please fuck me."

"You know, I've been wanting to spank you ever since I met you," he said, ignoring my plea. He slapped my ass again and slid the metal object back between my legs, pressing hard against my clit.

My knuckles were turning white as my fingers pushed against the counter.

"When you want me, you really should just tell me." He spanked me again.

"I want you, Rory. Please, I need you!"

He slid the object back between my legs and pressed it hard against my wetness. And then suddenly the pressure was gone. The stool beside me squeaked against the floor. I opened my eyes and saw Rory sitting down next to me.

"All the best desserts are eaten with spoons. Don't you think?" He put the metal spoon into his mouth and licked off my juices.

Holy shit. I could hear myself panting.

He tossed the spoon and it clanged against the counter. "I thought I preferred you blindfolded and naked on your knees. But this just might be better."

I was suddenly very aware of my whore makeup and my exposed ass. My back was arched, just waiting for him to enter me. And all I could hear was my heart racing in anticipation.

He stood back up and caressed my ass where he had spanked me. I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the sensation. I had never been so aroused in my life. Every touch almost sent me over the edge.

He leaned over behind me and nipped my shoulder blade. The sound of my whimpering made me wince. How was he doing this to me? I pushed my ass against him. I could feel his erection through his jeans.

Rory groaned and grabbed my hips, pulling me away from the counter.

He kissed the back of my neck as he pushed my dress up my waist and over my breasts.

I lifted my arms in the air. He slowly pulled the lacy fabric off of me and dropped it to the floor.

His hands ran back down my arms and he unhooked my bra.

I quickly pulled the straps down my arms as his fingers slid down my stomach, stopping right below my bellybutton.

I whimpered again.

He kissed the back of my neck. "You like pushing my buttons. But it just so happens that I like punishing you." He bit my earlobe.

Punishing me?

His hands left my stomach and I heard the zip of his jeans.

Thank God.

He pushed me forward and I gripped the counter again. I heard the squeak of the stool again and looked over at him. He was completely naked, his erection even bigger than I remembered. He leaned back and put his elbows on the counter behind him.

"Rory..."

"I'm trying to decide how I want to fuck you. And where." His eyes lingered on my ass.

Where? It seemed like he was probably talking about somewhere in the apartment, but there was another possibility. I closed my legs slightly.

"I don't think you're ready for that, Keira," he said while still staring at my ass.

"I'll never be ready for that." My voice wasn't convincing. I was so horny I'd let him do anything he wanted to me. I stared down at his erection. Please fuck me.

He smiled. "Challenge accepted. But not right now."

I gulped.

"No, right now, I just want to fuck you senseless." He stood up and walked behind me again, trailing his fingers down my spine. "Until you can't take any more." His hand dipped between my thighs as he pushed them back apart.

I heard the rip of foil and closed my eyes. Please be done teasing me.

And as if answering my needs he grabbed my hips and thrust his thick cock deep inside of me.

"Yes!" I moaned.

Last time he had been slow and gentle at first, letting me adjust to having his massive cock inside of me.

But not this time. He was fucking me hard.

And I loved every second of it. His hips moved faster and faster as his fingers dug into my hips.

It felt like a lifetime ago that I had him inside of me.

It was all I ever wanted. Him so deep inside of me that it hurt.

He tilted his hips so that his erection hit a spot inside of me that only he could find.

"Rory," I groaned.

He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, making me arch my back more. He was fucking me relentlessly, harder than I had ever been fucked. I pushed against the countertop, trying to prevent myself from collapsing on top of it.

His other hand slid down my stomach and his fingers brushed against my swollen clit. "You can come now, Keira."

And I shattered. Finally. "Rory! Oh God." I had never felt such relief. All of his teasing. All the days of wanting him. I clenched around him, waiting for his own release. But it didn't come. He continued fucking me, harder than ever.

"I'm not even close to being done with you yet," he said and pulled out of me.

I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

I was completely spent. He grabbed my arm, spun me around and pulled me into his chest. His erection was pressed against my stomach.

And somehow it no longer mattered that I had just orgasmed.

The way he was looking at me made everything below my waistline clench again. He had such control over me.

He leaned down and kissed me as he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up.

I wrapped my legs around him and let my fingers run through his hair.

He was carrying me back to his bedroom. He slammed my back against his door and reached for the doorknob.

It reminded me of the first time we had slept together.

I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his face back to me. "Here," I said. My voice was laced with desire.

"Here," he repeated. He pulled my hips back and shoved his length back inside of me.

Fuck. I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the cool door. I gripped his hair.

He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from him, pinning them against the doorframe. I tried to move my arms, but they were immobilized. I was completely at his mercy. And I loved when he was in control of me.

With each thrust my ass banged against the door, reminding me of where he had spanked me. Somehow it aroused me even more. I moaned as he made the desire build and build. His fingers tightened around mine as I felt myself tightening around his cock.

"Keira," he groaned as I came again. He bit my lower lip and turned my face back toward his.

He kissed me hard as he came. He groaned in my mouth as he continued to slide his length in and out of me.

I clenched around him one last time and let my head fall back against the door.

He pulled out of me and released his grip on my hands.

My back slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor. He smiled down at me.

"Now I just want to tease you even more often so you'll do that to me again." I smiled up at him.

His eyebrows lowered slightly. "I'll do that to you whenever you want."

"Deal," I sighed and closed my eyes.

He laughed and picked me up in his arms. "Your bed or mine?"

"I want to sleep with you."

"Okay."

I heard his door open and close. He placed me down on his sheets and his familiar cinnamon scent completely engulfed me.

He slowly took off my high heels and dropped them on the floor.

As soon as he lay down beside me, I put my head on his chest. No more one night stand nonsense.

Rory was all mine. I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me.