Page 25 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire

This chemistry between us was raw and all-consuming. There was no mistaking who was in charge here. He was all male and pure dominance. Possessive and dangerous.

I allowed it. In fact, I needed it.

He began to stroke himself, slowly, his gaze never wavering. My mouth fell open. My heart raced in my chest, beating in overdrive.

Oh. My. God.

Seeing him touch himself was so fucking hot. Pleasure rippled down my spine. Arousal trickled between my thighs, and shamelessly, I let my legs fall open, letting him see what he did to me.

His blue eyes darkened to almost black pools. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he jerked himself—hard and fast. My chest rose and fell, the buzzing in my ears increasing. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. This man was what fantasies were made of. Porn had nothing on the vision of this man jacking off. It was hot… erotic.

His eyes locked on mine, and his jaw clenched. “Lose the dress,” he murmured darkly. “I need you naked.”

My sex clenched. My blood hummed with lust. He didn’t have to ask twice. Kicking off my sandals, I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. It had a built-in bra, and since he’d ripped my panties off earlier, I was completely bare in seconds.

Naked and kneeling on the large bed, I waited for his next command. This was his territory, and I was desperate to please him.

“Get over here and suck my cock, Madeline.” His voice was pure sin. Dark. Raspy. Demanding.

I scurried off the bed and down to my knees, desperate to taste him.

I took him in my mouth, my hand fisting him up and down. He tasted so freaking good. Salty. Musky.

“Look at me when I’m fucking your mouth,” he growled.

Lifting my chin slightly, I could see him watching me through hooded eyes. I could feel the heat of it on every inch of my skin.

He thrust in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck… your mouth is heaven,” he grunted.

My orgasm inched closer, tasting his precum. He tipped his head back to the ceiling and closed his eyes for a moment, before he pulled out of my mouth with a soft pop.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What happened?” I asked frowning. Maybe my blowjob skills were lacking. The familiar self-consciousness returned, crawling up my spine.

“First time I come, it will be in your pussy,” he growled with urgency. “Get on the bed.”

Oh.

He didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he pulled me off the floor, leaving me standing naked in front of him. His eyes dropped down my body—slowly and lazily—drinking me in as he skimmed over my skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His eyes met mine again, blazing with desire. An undercurrent of darkness and passion ran between us, and my earlier worries about being enough flew out the window. His mouth took mine, his tongue sliding between my open lips, sucking on my tongue.

My knees buckled and his hands came to my waist, holding me up.

“Are you afraid?”

I shook my head. I was so turned on, I feared another orgasm would slam into me before he was even inside me.

“Then what is it, Odette?” The expression on his face told me he was used to getting what he wanted. Whether that be answers. Or business deals. Or me.

“I thought you were going to call me Madeline,” I noted saucily.

“When you’re a bad girl, I’ll call you Odette.” I shook my head, but my lips curved into a smile. “Now tell me what’s the matter.”

My cheeks heated and I squirmed, wrapping my arms around his body and burying my face into his hard chest. “It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I’ve only been with one man. You’ve probably had many women. I might embarrass myself.”