Page 109 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

"You sure?" I snap, then curse myself.Jesus, get a grip, asshole.

She bobs her head, takes me down her throat again. The tight heat encloses my shaft and the muscles in my belly lock. "I gotta do this. Now." I thread my fingers through her hair, and pull back until only the tip of my cock is positioned between her lips.

"Ready?" I scan her features.

She licks the underside of my swollen head and the blood rushes to my groin. I push her forward until the base of my cock scrapes her lips, then pull her back, again and again. She grips my thigh with her other hand, stares up at me as tears leak from the corners of her eyes. I pull her back, then tug her forward, over and over again. More saliva drips down her chin, her pupils dilate until only a circle of green remains around the black of her irises, and I see myself through her eyes.

Depraved, filthy, selfish, the kind of man she should have never met. The kind she’ll, hopefully, never meet again. I pull out of her so suddenly, she gasps. Then grip her under her arms and rise to my feet, bringing her up with me. I kick the chair out of my way, scoop her up and deposit her on my daughter’s bed. She stares up at me from her prone position, watches me as I shove my sweats down and out of the way. I reach for my dick and pump it once.

Her gaze drops to my crotch. "Damian," she mumbles, "you’re so big."

"I’m exactly what you need," I insist. "Are you ready for me?"

She nods, then reaches down to lower the zipper of her jeans. She pushes them down, along with her panties and sneakers, then parts her legs. "I want you." She holds out her arms, "Come to me."

My heart hammers in my chest. I rake my gaze down her swollen breasts, her slightly rounded stomach to the wet flesh between her legs, and damn it, I can’t stop myself. I sink to my knees, and swipe my tongue up her pussy lips.

"OMG," she groans, "Damian, Damian…please… Damian."

I massage my throbbing girth, as I grip her thigh and hold her still and make love to her pussy, her cunt, her clit, that gorgeous hot channel between her legs into which I thrust my tongue—in and out, in and out.

"Damian," she screams, "I can’t bear it, please, baby, please."

I rise above her, place one knee on the bed, then the other. I position myself between her legs, then thrust forward.

She screams, "Jesus." Her eyes roll back in her head, as I stay still, allowing her time to adjust. When she lowers her chin and holds out her hand, I twine my fingers with hers. I twist her arm over her head as I lean into her and sink in another inch, and another. She moans, and I kiss her breast, suck on her nipple as I hook my arm under her knee and drape her leg over my shoulder. The angle allows me to breach her further.

She gasps, "You’re so deep inside of me, Damian…" She whimpers, "Please."

"I know," I whisper as I press little kisses to the pulse fluttering at the base of her neck, to her chin, her lips. "Take me, baby. Take all of me."

I pull back, then plunge forward so her channel sheaths all of me. Heat sweeps up my spine and my heartbeat ratchets up. The pulse thuds at my temples, my wrists, even in my balls. I tear my lips from hers to gaze into her eyes. "Look at me," I command.

Her breath hitches, she widens her gaze, and I discern the outline of myself in her eyes as I thrust forward into her with enough force that her entire body moves up the bed. I release her hands only to hook my arm under her other leg and place it over my other shoulder. "Hold on." I reach over to cover her breasts with my palms and squeeze.

She groans, and the sound lodges somewhere deep in my belly. I close my mouth over hers, then thrust into her over and over again. I swallow her every scream, commit her every moan to memory. I drag my mouth from hers, stare into her eyes and whisper, "Come."

36

Julia

I’m coming. I’m coming.I may have screamed that, or simply repeated it to myself over and over again. I curve my back and scream as the climax crashes over me. That blue gaze of his is burned into my head, the curl of his cruel lips etched on my heart as the orgasm slams into me. The aftershocks ripple up my spine; my limbs tremble as I cling to him with my legs wrapped around his neck.

His shoulders seem to swell; his biceps expand as he continues to plunge in and out of me. He impales with a thrust so hard that his balls slap against my arse. His dick seems to extend, his chest planes undulate, and a hoarse groan rips from him as he empties himself into me. "Fuck."

He lowers his forehead to mine and kisses me—slowly, gently, tenderly. He nibbles on my lower lip, licks the corner of my mouth, then buries his nose in my throat and inhales. He curves his palm around my breast, draws circles around my nipple, then the other. He drags his lips down my throat, to the valley between my breasts, smooths his big palms down my stomach, before he touches the part where we are joined. He glances up at me, his expression tortured.

"Damian?" I whisper, "What are you doing?"

"I’m sorry I deceived you," he searches my features.

"You didn’t." I reach for him and he pulls back and out of me so suddenly that my pussy clenches on the emptiness where he’d been a millisecond ago.

"Where are you going?" I sit up, panicking, as he pulls up his sweatpants.

"Stay." He stabs a finger at me, then walks to the bathroom.

I hear the sound of the water running. A second later, he appears in the doorway. He walks over to me, then presses a cool washcloth between my legs. "Did I hurt you?"