Page 12 of The Tycoon (The Douglas Brothers #1)

Lifting my head from the mattress to watch him, my chest rises and falls with short, broken breaths. I’m trembling like a leaf, but not out of fear. I know once I say these words, there’s no turning back.

“Yes, Sir. It’s yours…I’m yours.”

Releasing his hold on my breast, he grunts as he pulls his attention from my lower abdomen. His eyes lock onto mine and I forget my own damn name. The hunger is still there, but now there’s something dark and wild flashing behind them. I should be frightened, but it excites me.

“That’s my girl…I’m keeping you forever,” he says, his tone heavy with desire. “I’m never letting you go.”

Taking in a tight breath, I savor his dominion over me. This is exactly what I’ve always wanted. Someone to love me, to want me, to yearn for me…to devour me. This moment is surreal.

“I’ll never run away,” I find myself saying.

Chuckling softly, he sinks his torso onto the bed. Gently picking up my legs, he drapes them over his broad shoulders one by one. His mouth is so close to my core I can feel his breath on my freshly shaven skin. I’ve never been in such a vulnerable position before.

“It might be fun if you tried. Then I’d get to hunt you down and make you pay for trying to leave me,” he replies, turning his head to lick the inside of my thigh. “And oh, Dolly, I would make you pay.”

Furrowing my brows, my mouth opens to ask him how, but my words are replaced by a gasp as I feel his tongue swirl a line to my waiting pussy.

Gripping the comforter, my eyes blow open wide as he swipes his tongue between my lips.

Wiggling his tip upwards, he easily finds my aching clit.

My entire body tenses from the foreign sensation.

It’s soft and warm, tender yet demanding.

It blows all my fantasies out of the water.

“Fuck, Sutton,” I whine.

I feel him laugh, his breath searing hot on my skin.

His large hands move to hold my jerking hips still.

Spreading me open with his mouth, he gently takes my clit between his teeth and begins to suck.

The pressure is light and teasing, but I nearly lose my damn mind.

Bucking my hips against him, I make a sound that's half moan and half scream.

Digging his fingers into my hips, he growls against my cunt.

His forearms lock my legs to him, warning me to settle down.

I pull my eyes from the ceiling to his face between my thighs.

His eyes are closed, but what I can see of his expression is intense.

I can almost hear him in my head telling me to breathe.

Following his phantom command, I take in a breath through my nose.

Holding it for a moment, I ease it through my mouth.

He rewards me by sucking on my clit once again, only this time his mouth is more demanding.

A low humming noise emits from his throat, the deep sound sends a jolt of pleasure through my core.

I’ve never used a vibrator before, but if it’s anything like this, I need to order one as soon as possible.

“Ohh, please don’t stop…that…feels…so good,” I whimper.

A chuckle interrupts his hum, his tongue darts over my clit in a series of random patterns that drive me wild. My legs tense over his shoulders as my body climbs to a place I’ve never been. I must be squeezing his head between my thighs because I feel his fingers claw even deeper into my skin.

Heeding his warning, I try with all my might to calm myself down so I don’t accidently smother him.

It’s harder to do so this time, but after a few breaths I manage to relax my thighs.

His hum returns and his grip softens over my sore hips.

But just as I think he’s giving me freedom to move, he bites down onto my clit.

Jerking from the zing of pain, I squeal into the air like a wanton whore.

My fingers twist into the comforter so tightly that my knuckles turn white.

His greedy teeth hold my clit, sinking into it even more.

The pain has me seeing stars, I hear myself begging for mercy.

He keeps his teeth right where they are, increasing the pressure of his suckling in response to my pleas.

To my shock, the pain carries pleasure with it.

Sending me careening towards my release.

Just as I arrive at the razor’s edge, Sutton opens his jaw and releases my clit. Immediately the pain dissipates, as does my pleasure. I feel like I’ve been doused with a bucket of ice water.

What in the actual fuck?

Whining like a spoiled brat, my face twists in frustration as the pressure in my core subsides. Pulling myself up onto my elbows, I blink at him, completely confused as to why he stopped when I was so damn close.

“Sutton? Why?” I demand.

Opening his eyes, he meets my angry stare. Swiping his tongue over my buzzling clit one more time, he pulls his mouth away. Licking my arousal from his lips, gives me the most sinful smirk and I find my anger melting to a dull simmer.

“Because I want to hear you beg, Princess,” he answers, his voice rough with his own need.

Pushing my lips together into a pout, I try to wrangle my annoyance. He wants me to beg? Why couldn’t he have just said that?

Oh. Because his mouth was full of pussy. Duh, me.

“Please, Sir?” I ask.

Huffing a laugh, he gently prys my legs from his shoulders.

Placing his hands on the insides of my thighs, he spreads my legs as wide as they will go.

Bringing his right hand to his mouth, he pulls his ring and middle finger inside, coating them with his spit.

Making a show of removing them, wet and dripping, he moves them towards my core.

“That’s cute, Princess, but I know you can do better than that,” he says, pressing the tips of his fingers against my entrance. “Beg me, Dolly. Be a good girl and beg me to fuck you with my fingers and with my tongue. And then I’ll give you what you want. I promise.”

Swallowing hard, I nod my head obediently. My glassy eyes lock on his and I give him the tiniest smile. I’m so thankful it’s a simple request.

“Please, Sir? Please fuck me with your tongue and with your fingers? No one has ever made me cum like this before, I want you to be the first. And I want you to be the last,” I beg.

His amused expression falls, replaced by something dark and desperate. I must have struck a chord, but I’m not sure if he’s pleased with me or not.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls. “That’s my very good girl. Be loud for me. Scream for me. I want this whole fucking complex to know that I own you. Do you understand?”

Nodding an answer, a shiver runs down the length of my spine. His demand turns me on with no end. I don’t know a damn soul in the building, but I want everyone to know that I belong to him.

“Yes, Sir.”

Grunting once, he slides his fingers inside me. Slowly and methodically, stretching me open in the most delicious way. Staying propped up on my elbows, I catch him studying my body’s reaction. He’s memorizing me, memorizing this heady moment. He wants to remember this just as much as I do.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, so fucking sweet squeezing my fingers like that. You’d better do the exact same goddamn thing to my cock,” he says, sinking his fingers in all the way.

Curling his fingers inside me, he places the palm of his free hand on my lower abdomen. I gasp in surprise as he presses down ever so gently.

“Oh, you like that, Princess?” he asks, keeping his gaze on my cunt.

Nodding feverishly, I answer him with a tight whine. He increases the pressure on my belly as his curled fingers begin to move. Slowly thrusting them, his fingertips flick over the same spot inside me every time they sink in. I lose my breath each time, the pleasure rendering me dumb.

“Ah, there you are. Should I make you cum fast and hard? Or should I torture you more?” he asks curiously, but I think he’s directing it more to himself than me.

Not waiting for my reply, he shrugs his shoulders and lowers his mouth onto me. His tongue finds its way back to my clit, swiping over it a handful of times before sealing his lips against my skin.

Crying out loudly, my elbows fall out from under me. Crashing onto the mattress, my heart skips as he makes my body sing. My mind goes blank; I can’t make out exactly what he’s doing. All I know is that his tongue and fingers are magical.

Pure fucking magical.

My hands find the comforter once again, clawing and griping the fabric, my vision blurs as my climax builds. Wanton and desperate, I allow myself to be loud. I give myself the freedom to be unbridled and selfish. It’s so fucking freeing.

Increasing the speed of his fingers, his hand presses down even harder onto my abdomen. Circling his tongue around my clit, I know he’s demanding me to break. My lips and tip of my nose begin to tingle and go numb, signaling to me that I’m right on the edge.

“So! So…so close! Please!” I squeal.

Groaning his approval, he hums against my pussy. The added stimulation is exactly what I need to break. I barely have time to realize what’s happening before I fall apart.

My body seizes in pleasure, my torso lifts from the bed. Crying out at the top of my lungs, I savor the waves of ecstasy as my climax consumes me. Bringing me to an unfamiliar and addicting plane of existence.

Languidly circling my clit with his tongue, Sutton’s fingers draw out my pleasure as I writhe under his touch. It isn’t until I flop to the mattress in a boneless heap that he turns his attention from my cunt to my face.

Breathing hard as I come back down, tears form at the corner of my wide eyes.

A shaky laugh leaves my mouth, followed by a series of nasty expletives.

I’m dazed from my release, I feel like I’m floating in thin air.

The afterglow leaves me with a sense of elation and contentment, and I want to stay right here forever.

“Oh…oh…fuck…I didn’t know,” I stammer, my brain not fully functioning.

Placing a barely there kiss on each of my inner thighs, he slowly crawls over my thrumming body. Tenderly wiping the tears from my reddened face, his dark blue eyes drink me in. Hovering over me like the physical embodiment of sin, he moves his hand to hold my jaw.

Blinking up at him, I take in the look of satisfaction and desire on his handsome face. My arousal coats his mouth and chin, adding to his erotic godlike aura. I can’t get over how inherently sexy he is.

“I’ll do that anytime you want me to, Princess,” he purrs, leaning down to lick a stripe over my lips. “But now that you’re good and ready, it’s my turn to play.”