Page 59 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

"Not the word I was looking for."

He withdraws his fingers, and my stomach clenches; my thighs spasm. That feeling of emptiness multiples—no, quadruples—in my belly. "Fine, fine, whatever," I huff. "Please, Damian, fuck my ar—"

The hard crown of his dick nudges my backhole, then he breaches me.

"Ow," I protest. "It hurts. It hurts." I pull away—or rather try to wriggle away from him, try being the operative word, for he wraps a heavy hand around my center, pulls me flush against his hard chest, then coaxes me to turn my chin up and toward him. "Damian—"

He closes his mouth over mine. He stays as is, his hard length throbbing inside of me, allowing me to adjust to his size… As if that’s ever going to happen.

He curls his fingers around my neck again, then reaches down to play with my pussy. He dances his fingers down my core then back up to pinch my clit. I gasp, draw in a breath, and he slips further inside my backchannel. A moan wells up, and he swallows it down. He sucks on my tongue, while his fingers play with my core, and his hard cock… OMG… He pulls out, then thrusts back inside, there's a pinch and I gasp.

"Take a deep breath," he commands.

I follow his direction, draw in a breath and release it, then again. My muscles relax. I unclench and he slips in deeper. He thrusts two fingers inside my soaking channel and I shudder.

Goosebumps flare on my skin and a trembling grips my legs.

I throw my arm up and around his shoulders, hold on as he releases my pussy, only to hook his arm under my knee. He pulls up my leg, presses it into the window.

And the angle of my body allows him to slide in further. The fullness is unlike anything I have experienced before. Not that I have that much experience, but still… This… What he’s doing to me… It’s different, balancing me on the edge of pain and pleasure, that in-between place where all I can do is moan his name, "Damian," I plead, "Please."

I tip up my chin, meet his gaze. He glares down at me, so close that I notice the dot on his left pupil. It’s something so intimate, something only a lover would notice… Or an enemy. "What am I to you?"

"You’re mine." He growls.

"Damian," I whisper, then reach up to cup his cheek. "Damian."

His features twist and a vein throbs at his temple. "I hate what you do to me," his voice whispers over my skin.

I frown. "Damian, what do you—?"

He thrusts in with enough force that my entire body jolts. At the same time, he tightens the hold around my neck, enough that my oxygen peters out. Darkness closes in on the edges of my vision as he begins to fuck my arse in earnest. In and out of me, again and again. My pussy clenches, heat sears my spine, I curl my toes, dig my fingers into his back, and gasp and moan and cry out. He doesn’t stop. He pushes into me, all the way in, filling me in a way that I wouldn’t have thought possible.Oh my God, I’m going to—

"Come." He releases his hold on my leg, thrusts his fingers inside my pussy. "Come all over my fingers," he insists. "Now," he snaps at the same time that he releases his hold on my neck and the climax crashes over me.

My orgasm sweeps up my legs, my torso, as the oxygen inflates my lungs. I throw back my head and howl as blue sparks flare behind my closed eyes. The climax goes on and on, and I hold onto him. Unable to keep my knee pressed into the window, I lower my leg, tightening the hold on his dick. He lowers his head and bites me on my shoulder and the pain shoots down to my belly. A second orgasm slithers up my spine, this one gentler, more mellow as it shivers over me. I slump and he wraps his big arms around me. Holds me as his dick throbs inside me still. Vibrations grip my back, a humming reaches my ears.

"Damian," I whisper.

"Shh." He kisses the top of my head, then pulls out of me.

I glance up and meet his gaze. "You didn’t come," I point out.

"I know." His voice is matter of fact.

"I am beginning to think you are never going to orgasm in my presence."

He tilts his head, "Now that you point it out…"

"What are you afraid of?" I scowl.

"Myself." His features turn bleak, the skin stretching across his cheeks, highlighting the hollows under his eyes.

"Who hurt you?" I burst out. "Who turned you into this…"

"This?"

"Unfeeling monster?"