Page 47 of Trailer Park Billionaire (Distinguished Billionaires #3)

A moment later, I can hear him unbutton his shirt, perched comfortably on top of me. I try to turn my head to sneak a glimpse, but am rudely pushed back into the pillow.

“Avert your eyes, little woman. This is no sight for the innocent .”

I try to turn once more, and he stops me again.

This is the worst torture I have ever experienced.

“Please, Ben. Please,” I huff, entirely out of breath. “Stop saying all the right words and doing all the wrong things. Unless you want me to fucking combust.”

“Stay,” he groans, and removes his hands.

I do as I’m told because I’m not sure how much longer I can endure, how much more of this I can take.

I need him.

In me.

On me.

All of it.

Everywhere.

I can only listen as Ben takes off the rest of his clothes.

Then I can feel him when he lowers his body onto mine, careful not to rest his full weight on me. I feel his cock press against my ass—hard as marble, yet pulsing like it’s about to explode.

Since I can’t help myself—I wiggle against it a little with my ass, eliciting a low growl from Ben’s throat.

“Watch it, Panda, or I’m going to make you wait even longer.”

I laugh—or at least try to. It comes out more like a whimper. “Yes, sir,” I whisper, surrendering to the torment.

Each touch, each kiss, each perfectly torturous flick of his tongue pushes me closer… to leaving my body.

When he travels back down to my pussy and starts eating me out from behind, slowly, I feel myself hovering above us. It’s like I’ve reached some orgasmic state of zen. Like I’m connected with whatever higher power is in charge of this feeling, like I am one—with him. With Ben.

I don’t know how long he keeps eating me out, but by the time he crawls back up and kisses me again, I’m trembling. Everywhere.

Still floating, I watch as he reaches for a condom from the nightstand and rolls it on. He smiles before flipping me onto my back, parting my legs to position himself between them.

Ben leans down, our lips brushing.

“Still don’t want me to stop?” he asks, one last time.

I manage to shake my head, even though I can barely move.

When he finally presses into me—when he fills me like he’s actually become part of me—I snap back into my body. I still can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel. Feel him anchoring me.

He moves slowly, deliberately. Careful not to actually hurt me. Intent on savoring every second of this.

Because this isn’t just sex.

This feels like something more. Like hunger, and trust, and… two broken people finding something terrifying and beautiful in each other.

And for the first time in a long time—I notice that I don’t feel alone. I don’t feel lonely.

Not in this busted RV. Not in my messy, chaotic life.

Because Ben is here. With me. Inside me.

His hand cups my jaw, and he brushes his thumb over my cheek like I’m porcelain. He kisses me again, then whispers into my mouth, “I’m gonna make you come.”

I smile, fully wrecked to the core, maybe a little cheeky. “I already came, Ben.” My fingers glide through his hair as he thrusts deeper into me, a little more forceful this time.

He grins that crooked smile of his. “Oh, I know. And there will be consequences. One of them is making you come again. Until you beg me to stop.”

Ben’s cock pushes into me, making me gasp. He props himself up on his forearms and starts to move harder, faster. Instinctively, my nails dig into his back, which causes an angry growl and a kiss that flattens me into the pillow. Then he slams into me with all his might.

He grabs both my legs and—cock still inside me—throws them over his shoulders, letting him hit even deeper. One hand reaches between my thighs, and places its thumb on my clit.

The next time he pounds into me with full force, I come again. Instantly. My pussy clenches around him, which is rewarded by Ben muttering a deep ‘Fuck!’.

“Quit doing that,” he grumbles. “You’re gonna make me come too.”

A smug smile spreads across my face. “I’m not doing anything, sir.” I shake my head, eyes fluttering shut as he keeps pounding me ruthlessly. “You’re doing it to me. There’s a difference.”

My pussy tightens around him again as Ben is getting closer. I can feel it in every desperate thrust.

“Maybe you should beg me to stop,” I tease, and make my pussy massage him some more.

Any remaining caution thrown to the wind, Ben tosses my legs off his shoulders, leans over me, and traps me beneath him with both hands wrapped around my throat. With that wicked smile, he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. It hurts. And I absolutely love it.

Every. Single. Bit.

My choked moans reach a peak, when I come again. Hard. And for a moment, I swear I almost pass out.

Then Ben releases his hold on me, pulls out, and strips off the condom.

He doesn’t even have to say anything—my hands are already on his cock, stroking.

It’s thick and wet and pulsing.

His cum shoots out a moment later, painting me like I’m his own piece of art. Ben groans as he keeps coming—longer than I’ve ever seen. His first load lands on my belly. The second on my lips. Careful not to touch his tip, I keep stroking, milking every last drop.

A moment later, Ben starts to shake. He sinks down to his knees, hands digging into the mattress.

He’s spent. I gently massage his balls with one hand, and with the other, I scoop his cum off my belly.

Our eyes lock as I put my finger into my mouth and taste him, savor him. He’s sweet and salty and… mine.