Page 463 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Mira

I part my lips to take him inside my mouth, but he’s already pushed my head forward, and his dick slides across my tongue.

My heart rams into my ribcage, and my pulse rate sprints like it’s running a marathon.

The throbbing between my legs accelerates in tandem.

My entire body has turned into an oscillating pendulum, each swing taking it closer to breaking point.

The muscles of his shoulders flex under his jacket.

He’s still dressed in his three-piece suit with the tie knotted around his throat.

Every part of him is covered except for his cock, the crown of which is in my mouth.

I guess you could say that's covered too. I curl my fingers around the base, and when I squeeze, a growl emerges from his lips. His golden-brown eyes catch fire, and a bead of sweat slides down his temple. He’s affected by the blowjob I’m giving him.

A flood of triumph pools between my legs.

I open my mouth wider, and he pulls me forward enough that his cock hits the back of my throat.

I gag. Saliva drips down my chin, and tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes.

His chest rises and falls, and a flush steals up his cheeks.

Other than that, his features are inscrutable.

His shoulders could be carved from granite, the muscles of his body so coiled with tension, he could be the spring of a wound-up clock.

He pauses with his dick pushed into the back of my throat, the girth so wide he’s pushing against the walls of my mouth.

I swallow and he heaves out a breath. The nerve at his temple pops.

He digs his fingers deeper into my hair and maneuvers me forward.

And when I open my mouth wider, a flicker of satisfaction laces his features. He slides down my throat. "Good girl."

My toes curl. Moisture drips down my thighs. He releases his hold on my hair, only to wrap his fingers about my throat. He pulls me back, enough that the tip of his cock rests between my lips. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs.

I do.

"Once more."

I draw in a breath; my chest rises and falls.

When I exhale, he tugs me forward, and his cock sinks down my throat.

My gag reflex kicks in. I swallow it back, and I must be doing something right, for a growl rumbles up his chest. He increases the pressure around my throat, enough that my lungs burn.

I can feel his cock press against the sides of my throat.

I feel the length of his cock encased in the column of my neck.

And the sensation is like nothing I’ve experienced in my life—which is not saying much, seeing how woefully inexperienced I am at anything related to sex.

I may have read spicy romance books and managed to sneak a peek at porn videos online when I was sure I wouldn’t be found out.

None of that prepared me for how demeaning it feels to be on my knees servicing him.

Nothing equipped me for how erotic it would feel to be used by him.

Take me. Treat me like your possession. Do to me, anything you want.

Whatever will bring you pleasure. Manipulate my body.

Utilize my flesh. Fill my holes the way they have never been before.

I am yours to do as you please. Only yours.

He must sense my thoughts, for his jaw hardens. A muscle flares to life below his cheekbone. His gaze is harsh, but the fire in his eyes tells me he’s feeling everything right now. It’s the first time he’s given me a glimpse of the molten, churning miasma of conflict he carries within him.

And I should be upset with him for taking my mouth like this.

No warning. Nothing to tell me he was going to use my body, and yet—there’s a strange sense of power in knowing it's my body causing him to lose control again.

I'm the reason he lost his temper earlier. Slowly but surely, Edward is opening up—despite himself—and it’s thrilling and humbling at the same time.

So much control holds him back. How will it be when he finally loses himself completely?

His cock thickens further, filling my throat, pushing down on my tongue.

Tension vibrates off of him. I sense his body shudder and know he's close. That’s when he pulls out, only to pinch my nipple.

He tweaks it, and the jolt of pain cuts through the jumble of sensations.

All of my senses seem to sharpen. I glance up at him, his cock once more poised at my lips.

He releases my tit, only to haul me up to my feet.

Then, without releasing his hold on the nape of my neck, he hooks his fingers in the already torn front of my dress and rips it all the way to the hem.

A part of me thinks I need to protest. It’s a Karma West Sovrano creation, which must be worth thousands.

"I’ll buy you many more." He pushes aside my panties and shoves two thick fingers inside me. I gasp, try to squirm away, but he holds me in place. He begins to weave his fingers in and out of me. I’m so soaked, there’s a slurping noise as he thrusts in and out of me.

It seems to please him, though, for he gives me a barely perceptible nod.

It’s not like I had anything to do with it.

My body’s a kite, and he holds the reel which controls the string.

He adds a third finger, and a whine spills from my lips.

It seems to spur him on, for his movements intensify.

Every time he shoves his fingers inside me, my entire body jolts, and I rise up to my toes with the force of his thrust. When he pulls it out, I settle back on my heels.

In-Up-Out-Down, the rhythm echoes through my body.

The next time he plunges inside me, he curves his fingers and hits a spot deep inside me.

Sparks of sensations oscillate to my extremities.

My knees knock together, and I sag, impaling myself further on his digits.

And when he presses his thumb into the swollen bud of my clit, I cry out.

I grab hold of his shoulders, and he watches me closely as I sweat and pant and moan and plead with him.

The words are garbled. I dig my fingertips into his jacket, and feel I’m poised on the verge of something big, something new, something so different and yet, so familiar.

Something the primal part of me recognizes, but my mind and my body can only guess.

The trembling shoots up my legs, my thighs, and squeezes down on my belly, only to zip up my spine. And I’m going to—

He pulls out his fingers. In one smooth move, he stands and turns me around so I’m forced to grab the edge of the counter.

He pulls off the remnants of my dress then tears off my panties.

I cry out but hold his gaze in the mirror as he fits his cock to my opening.

He stays poised there, one pulse. Another. Then, he impales me.