Page 328 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Penny

He sucks on my clit, stuffs three fingers inside my melting pussy, then slides the thumb of his other hand inside my back hole, all at once, and I detonate.

All the sensations in my body coalesce in the triangle between my legs.

My eyes roll back in my head. I cry out, hear the muffled sound I make through the garter stuffed inside my mouth, smell the sugary scent of my arousal, feel him bite my clit, then lick the swollen flesh while he curls his digits inside me, pressing down on that spot deep inside me that only he’s ever touched, and the orgasm ratchets up.

It hammers through me and bursts behind my eyes.

The sparks detonate, and I fly over the edge.

As I slowly come back into myself, I’m aware of him licking my inner thighs, then the throbbing flesh of my pussy, before he plants his hand next to my face.

He pulls the garter from my mouth, only to replace it with his tongue.

The taste of me fills my palate, and I moan as he bites down on my lower lip.

He slides his hand between us. I hear the hiss of a zipper being lowered, then something thick and blunt nudges my opening.

He holds my gaze, and in one smooth move, impales me.

I gasp. He swallows the sound and stays where he is, stretching me around his cock and giving me time to adjust to his girth.

He’s been inside me before, but it may as well be the first time for how massive he feels.

He releases my lips, but stays with his face above mine, his eyelashes brushing mine, his breath blending with mine.

He pulls back until his cock is balanced on the rim of my slit, then pistons forward and into me again with such force that the entire bed moves.

I open my mouth, wanting to cry out, but I’m so full, no words emerge.

Once again, he stays immobile, except for his dick, which pushes against my inner walls.

And the fact that he’s looking deeply into my eyes while he’s fucking me makes it so intense.

My chest hurts, and my throat closes. Stupid tears knock against the backs of my eyes.

He seems to understand something of what I’m feeling, for he lowers his forehead to mine.

The next time he thrusts into me I cry out, convinced I can feel him all the way in my throat.

"It’s too much," I gasp.

"It’s not enough," he growls.

"I can’t take this."

"You’ll take this, and everything I give you."

I look into his eyes, feel his conviction, his belief in me, and it’s so hot.

It’s insane, the unspoken message he’s communicating to me.

That I can do this. I can take it. That I’m…

His. His gaze widens, and the muscles of his back seem to vibrate with everything he’s not saying aloud.

The air between us hums. The very atmosphere seems to push down and envelop us in a cocoon that leaves no room for anything else.

The world recedes, and it’s only me and him and the heat of his body reflecting off of me.

And his cock throbbing inside me. It’s so intense, my nerve-endings screech in protest. "Sir, I love you," I burst out.

His green eyes flash, then turn into blocks of ice with such alacrity, I gasp. He begins to pull away and—

No, no, no, no way, am I going to let him leave.

I throw my arms about his shoulders and lock my ankles about his waist. "Does that scare you? Is that why you’re going to leave your wife the morning after your wedding and run away?

You going to hide and pretend I never said that, you—" I cry out when he pulls out of me.

He rises up on his knees on the bed and grasps my waist. He flips me around and onto my knees, as if I weigh nothing.

"What are you doing?" I huff.

He applies pressure between my shoulders, so I’m forced to drop down on my hands.

Before I can say anything more, he fits his cock at the opening of my slit and pushes into me.

And then there’s no respite. He begins to fuck me in earnest. He grabs my hips and plunges in and out of me.

Each time he impales me, his balls slap against my clit and he brushes up against that spot deep inside me with such unerring accuracy, tears spring anew in my eyes.

I groan, gasp, plead with him—not sure what I’m saying, only aware he’s angry with me and fucking me with an unrelenting focus aimed at punishing me.

And I should hate it, but god help me, it only turns me on more.

And I’m not going to back down. I’m not going to let myself feel bad for blurting out those three words.

And I’m not going to take it back. It’s what I am.

I say what’s on my mind, and if he doesn’t like it, too bad.

If it scares him, good. I push up my hips and meet him thrust for thrust. Open myself up and receive him.

He picks up his pace, and slams into me with such force, the bed creaks.

His balls continue to slap against my clit.

Goosebumps flare on my skin, and I know I’m close.

And that’s when he wraps his fingers around my throat. He bends over me, so his massive chest pushes into my back. "You love me, huh?"

I manage to nod.

"Let’s see how much you love me after this."

He squeezes, and the oxygen supply to my lungs begins to diminish.

My nipples harden into peaks of hurt and desire as I strain to draw a breath again and fail.

And still, he continues to fuck me. His body has transmogrified into a weapon with which he’s intent on making me pay for what I said.

I start to feel lightheaded, then flashes of dark dance in front of me.

The black deepens and, unable to hold myself up, I begin to slump.

Then gasp as he releases his hold on my throat.

The oxygen fills my lungs, and that’s when he reaches around and pinches my clit as he slams into me one last time.

"Shatter for me," he growls in my ear. And I scream as I come.

The orgasm seems to go on and on, and he continues to fuck me through it.

When I begin to slump again, he props me up with a firm grip on my hip.

He reaches up, pinches my nipple, and my pussy clamps down on his cock again.

He rubs on my clit, and the sensations that slice through me are like electric shocks.

His dick seems to thicken inside of me as he licks up the side of my cheek.

"You’re going to come for me again." His voice is so cold, so distant, I shiver, then shake my head.

"Is that a no?" he says in a low, hard voice, and instantly, I’m turned on again. Moisture gathers in my core, my scalp tingles, and every pore in my body seems to pop. I know then, my body is simply an instrument for him to play. To draw the kind of music from it that I wouldn’t have thought possible.

Soaring notes, operatic highs and the kind of lows I may never recover from.

"Is it, Little Dove?" he asks again.

I shake my head this time.

"Such a good girl. Your cunt was made to be destroyed by me."

I flush, and my heart swells in my chest as a sob wells up.

That’s when he slows down. He pulls out, then sinks his cock inside of me inch by inch, so I can feel every throbbing ridge of his shaft.

He does so again and again. I feel his heartbeat pick up, his body shudder, then he whispers, "Come for me, sweet girl. "

That tenderness, that softness I’ve never heard in his tone is all it takes.

This time, the climax ripples through me like rain washing away the dirt of a long, hard summer.

I slide over the edge, then cry out when he buries his teeth at the curve of my shoulder.

My pussy squeezes his dick, milking him, and I feel him shoot his release inside me.

As my eyes flutter down, the last thing I sense is his big body slumping down with me.

When I wake, it’s to find I’m on my back, and he’s leaning over me, a bleak look in his eyes.