Page 21 of The Tycoon (The Douglas Brothers #1)

Taking in a sharp breath, my excitement builds to a fever pitch. My eyes stare at the purple vibrator, taking in the three-inch-long piece of silicone. I’ve gone twenty-six years without using one, but I’ve always wondered what it would feel like.

“Do you always carry vibrators in your pocket, Sir?”

Giving me a knowing look, he shakes his head. Settling between my thighs, he leans in to trail his lips along my jaw.

“I knew we wouldn’t have a lot of time to play out this little fantasy, and I’ll be damned if we have sex and I can’t get you off,” he says, moving to kiss my neck. “But don’t get used to this little thing, it’s just a last resort. You know I’d rather be using my tongue.”

Whimpering in response, his words cause my skin to pebble in goosebumps. Just hearing him talk about using his tongue sharpens the ache in my core. He hasn’t even done anything yet and I have the most desperate need to feel him inside me. His hold on me is completely unnatural.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you Princess?” he teases, seeming to read my mind. “Here, why don’t I find out.”

Dropping his hands to my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the marble countertop.

Finding the hem of my minidress, his fingers reach inside to grasp my white cotton panties.

Still holding the magical bullet in his hand, he yanks them down over my ass.

I wiggle over the cold stone, helping him strip me.

He takes a step back and works them over my thighs before taking them off completely.

“If I wasn’t taking you out to lunch after this, I would have just had you wear crotchless panties,” he says, tossing my underwear onto the counter next to me.

“Crotchless panties, Sir? What’s the point in wearing them at all?” I ask, my breath turning ragged.

Shrugging his broad shoulders, he gently sets the vibrator down. Placing his hands on trembling thighs, he swipes his fingertips over my sensitive skin. Teasing me until I whine like a wanton slut.

“Modesty, of course,” he replies, the cheekiest grin lifting the corners of his lips. “And visually, it is really hot. I’ll order you some when we get back to the condo…make you understand the appeal.”

I open my mouth to respond, but he silences me with a devouring kiss.

His tongue pushes past my lips, demanding that I submit.

I moan as he toys with me, letting him have his greedy fill.

His teeth and tongue toggle from sweet and gentle, to sharp and rough.

He’s eager and starving and turning me into a mess in the process.

Growling against my mouth, his hand moves between my thighs. I jump as his fingers find me wet and ready for him. He breaks the kiss abruptly, his blue eyes dark and stormy with lust. His hand curls against me, his middle finger easily finding my aching clit.

“I knew you would be soaked, you needy…needy little thing,” he husks, circling his touch.

Arching my torso, I nod my head. Oh, yes. I am a needy, wicked thing. He’s turned me into the type of woman I was always told would be going to hell, but I no longer care. I’d rather feel this pleasure and suffer in flames for eternity, than never experience true joy.

“Yes, I need you, Sir…please?” I beg, my hips rolling against his finger.

Hissing a curse, his handsome face twists. Removing his touch from my slick folds, he quickly undoes the button and fly of his slacks. Grabbing onto the waistband of both his pants and boxer briefs, he pulls them down in a single swoop.

“Keep begging me, Dolly,” he commands, reaching for my hips and pulling me halfway over the edge of the countertop.

My breath hitches as he yanks me forward, my hands slap against the countertop to make sure I don’t tumble off. Yelping in surprise, I look at him with wide eyes.

“You know I’ve got you, don’t be so dramatic,” he teases, leaning in to give me the softest kiss on the cheek. “Now be a good girl and beg me to fuck you.”

Swallowing hard, I relax the tension I’m holding in my legs. I still feel silly when he asks me to use vulgar language, but truth be told, I like it just as much as he does. I really am going to go to hell in a handbasket.

“Please, Sir? I need to feel your cock inside me,” I whine, making sure to make myself appear as sweet and innocent as can be. “I need you to stretch me open and fill me with your cum.”

Sutton’s jaw clenches, I watch from the edge of my vision as he roughly pushes the fabric of his dress shirt out of the way and grabs onto his thick cock. Pumping it with his hand, he grunts a masculine approval.

“You sure you want me to fill up that little pink pussy again?” he asks, lining the tip of his cock against my entrance.

Rocking my hips, I whimper as he barely presses inside me. My face scrunches in a combination of want and desperation. I know he won’t tease me too much, but even this feels like torture.

“I’m sure, Sir! Please? Please breed me…claim me and ruin me,” I beg, my own words causing my cheeks to turn crimson.

Huffing a laugh, he holds his cock steady in one hand and my hip with the other.

“God you really are turning into a dirty little thing, Dolly. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Do you know that?” he asks, sinking his cock inside me in one thrust. “But I can’t fucking get enough, I really am going to ruin you.”

Gasping in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, my body stills as I adjust to him filling me. His hand on my hip guides me, helping me tilt my ass and hips just a little upwards. It’s the tiniest change, but it makes all the difference, melding the discomfort into bliss.

“Ahh, that’s better, isn’t it?” he purrs, his hand reaching for the vibrator beside me. “I’m sorry I didn’t warm you up more, but this will help, I promise.”

Pressing his thumb on the end of the silicone bullet, the vibrator buzzes to life. His hips start to roll, gently moving his cock inside me, allowing me to feel every inch of him. Slow and steady, he forces me to meet his gaze. It’s hungry and devilish, exactly what I’ve learned to crave.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir,” I respond, my voice not more than a breathy whisper.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he brings the vibrator to my core. Teasing the skin just above my slit, he allows me to get used to the vibration as he slides his cock into me using long, slow thrusts.

“You’re going to cum so fast, Princess. You’re not going to know what hit you…just feel, don’t fight it,” he says, dragging the vibrator down towards my swollen clit.

I all but jump as the silicone touches me, the vibration sending a shockingly powerful jolt of pleasure through me. My hands move from the countertop to grip his shoulders, my nails trying to claw through his shirt into this skin.

“FUCK!” I squeal.

Chuckling low, a pleased look dances over his face. Squeezing his hand into my hip, he quickens the pace of his thrusts.

“Yeah…I know…just relax and let me fuck you, pretty girl,” he says, his voice turning low and gravely.

Nodding my head, I hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he swipes the bullet over my clit once again.

I cry out, not having any control over my voice or my body.

He teases me with the toy, holding it against me for a handful of seconds, then removing it.

Over and over. His hips snap erratically as he bucks against me, stretching me open so forcefully that my mind starts to blank.

“I’m not gonna last long, Princess,” he warns, in between broken grunts. “Just take it like a good girl.”

Nodding my head, my eyes blow open wide as he holds the vibrator to my clit.

Fucking into me with his cock, my body tenses and shakes as a foreign sharpness builds in my core.

It’s rough and primal, unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

My heart races, pounding so loudly in my ears that I feel like I could explode from the sound alone.

“Oh my God! Fuck! I can’t…I can’t!” I exclaim.

Shaking his head, he presses the vibrator in time with his thrusts. Demanding that I give him all of me.

“Oh, you can Dolly…and you will!” he snarls. “Cum for me! NOW!”

I shake my head, not believing that I can take another second of the demanding sensory overload.

But just as I gather my wits to push his hand from my cunt, I shatter like a crystal glass thrown against stone.

My climax hits me without warning, sending a series of pleasurable razor blades through me.

They slice me open, exposing me to one of the most intensely blissful moments of my entire life.

Sutton shudders against me, his cock thrusting inside me one last time. He hisses my name as I feel the warmth of his cum fill me. Easing the vibrator from me, he turns it off with a press of his thumb. Breathing hard, he peppers my neck with hot kisses as he whispers loving things against my skin.

Sagging from the intensity of my release, I hear myself laughing as I wallow in the afterglow. I suppose my first quickie was a success, now I know why some people prefer them to hours-long sex sessions.

Kissing my jaw, he pulls away to look at me. Satisfaction is written all over his face, I suppose I’m not the only one that had a good time.

“Damn you squeezed me so hard, Princess,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “I almost want to use this thing again when we get home…get another round in before I have to leave.”

Humming softly, I lean in to press my damp forehead to his. I hate the fact that he has to leave in a few hours. I know we will only be apart overnight, but I’m going to be so lonely without him.

“Please? I would like that. And then, when you come home tomorrow, we can enjoy each other the right way,” I say, my voice still shaking.

Tossing the vibrator to the countertop, he reaches his hands to cup my face. Pulling away just enough to be able to look at me, he nods before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Sounds perfect to me, my love. Now as much as I would love to stay here and hold you for a little while…we should probably get dressed. I’m sure Nicolette will be back any second.”

Groaning a protest, I reluctantly straighten my posture as his hands drop from my face.

“Just promise me we will christen every room in this house when it’s really ours?” I ask.

With a flirty wink, he gives me another hungry kiss on my lips. This time he lingers, letting both of us soak in the connection to one another before we jump back to reality.

“Of course, my beautiful girl. We will bless every single room,” he vows. "Just you wait.”