Page 35 of Undeniably Unexpected (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #6)

“Lucky for you, I’m a woman and not a girl.”

I lick my lips and dive back down, taking him as deep as I can go, which, if we’re being honest, I’m impressed by given his size.

He hits the back of my throat, and I gag once again, swallowing and trying to relax my muscles and breathe through my nose.

He groans, using my hair to pump me on him ever so slightly as if he can’t help himself.

It makes my core flood with heat. The thought that I’m the one making him lose control is downright heady.

I reach up with my bad wrist and tap his hand in my hair, pressing on it a bit, urging him on.

“Fuck, you’re a dream, aren’t ye?” His accent is thick, losing some of its polish as I start to bob on him while sucking and slurping and using my tongue to play with the fat head of his cock. My hand drops from his, but he got the message, and he starts using his grip on my hair to fuck my face.

I moan. I never thought something like this would be so hot, but it’s turning me on like nothing else. It’s his sounds and wild thrusts and praise for me while chanting my name as I do my best to make him lose his mind.

“Keegan,” he groans. “Darling, I don’t want to come. Not yet. But fuck, I’m already so close.”

I moan again, louder this time, as I hollow my cheeks and suck him straight in. Because I want his cum. I want him to come down my throat and then inside me. I want him to take me from behind against the edge of the pool.

I don’t even know who I am right now, but I feel like I’m coming alive for the first time in my life. Maybe it was that moment I had before we got in the water. That freedom to be me and not make excuses or explanations.

Whatever it is, I want to be this sex goddess.

This fierce, strong, independent woman. I want to do everything I’ve never done before.

All the things I might have been too afraid to try.

I like sex. I always have. And I have a dirty side—hello, steamy romance author—but I haven’t always been the bravest. I’ve been more inclined to go with what my partners wanted in order to make them happy.

I haven’t done or voiced all the things I’m curious about.

He curses as his thighs tense, and his grip on my hair turns punishing.

It pulls and is rough, but I go with it.

Just when I think he’s about to come in my mouth, he forces me back, smacks my cheek and lips with his hard, wet dick, and then shoots his cum all over my mouth and neck in thick white ropes.

I watch his face, utterly enraptured as the muscles in his neck tense, his jaw goes slack, and his eyes are dancing twin flames of ecstasy.

My tongue juts out, and I lick my lips, tasting his sweet saltiness as he paints me with it.

“Bloody hell, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He watches his cum coat me, and the moment he’s done, he yanks me up and slams his mouth to mine, kissing me and lifting me off my feet in one motion, not even caring that he’s getting his cum on his face and chest. His kiss is commanding and fierce, and he shifts me in his arms so his fingers can slide between my thighs and against my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he snarls, his voice thick with lust as his cock pulses and gets hard even though he just came. His finger circles my clit, slow and teasing, before it slides down to plunge into my pussy.

I cry out, my body jerking as he fucks me with his finger, curling it just right to hit that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. He adds a second finger, stretching me, scissoring them wide as I writhed against him, desperate for more.

“You want it, don’t you?” he hisses in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You want my cock buried in that tight little cunt of yours.”

“Yes,” I whimper, my voice breaking as his thumb presses against my clit, rubbing hard and fast. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. “Please, Loomis, fuck me.”

He spins me around just as I envisioned until my hands smack against the hardscape on the pool’s edge. His cock presses against my entrance, the thick head nudging my folds as he holds me there with teasing, torturous strokes.

“Please,” I whine, not even caring how I sound. My pussy clenches, empty and aching. I’m so desperate I can hardly think beyond my need for this.

And then he thrusts into me, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

My eyes roll back in my head, and a scream escapes before I even know I set it free.

My fingers scrape at the rough stone, my back bowing as I work to hold him inside of me, to accommodate his size with how unbelievably full I feel.

“Christ, there’s nothing better than the feeling of being inside you.” His forehead meets my spine, and he blows out a shaky breath. “Are you well? Can I move?”

Am I well? No. I’m not sure it’s possible to be well when Loomis Powell is this deep inside me. But instead of voicing that, I simply nod because I want him to move more than I want just about anything else right now.

He begins to fuck me with raw, unrelenting force. Water splashes around us as he pounds into me, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His hands grip my ass, one on each cheek, and I feel him splitting me open so he can get a better view of his dick sliding in and out.

“Bloody gorgeous,” he rasps, his voice shredded. “The way your arse bounces and jiggles. Fucking hell.” He squeezes my cheeks as if to prove his point. “But can you take more?”

“More?” I question, my voice raised in alarm, because no, I don’t think I can take more. What the fuck is more than this? If he has more planned, I fear for my vagina because I already know she’s going to be sore tomorrow.

He slaps my ass, one cheek and then other, the sound a loud clap against the night.

He groans and does it again as if the sight alone is enough to get him off.

Still, he hasn’t slowed. Not even a bit.

He’s slamming me down on his cock over and over again.

The sound of skin slapping skin mixes with the sound of our ragged breaths and water splashing everywhere.

“This,” he groans, and I feel something—his thumb maybe?—press against my asshole. I squeal and rock forward. “Is this a virgin hole, Keegan?” he asks between panting breaths. “Has no one ever fucked you here?”

“No.”

His lips trail kisses up my back until he reaches my ear. He pulls me upright, holding me tight by my tits and dropping his foot onto a step so he can change the angle and fuck me like this.

“Not tonight, darling, but I want it. I want it so fucking badly. Will you give it to me?”

My eyes pinch shut. I’m worried about giving him too much.

We’re already doing this and doing it without a condom, and we’re living together right now.

We’re a unit. A fake couple. And I have a tendency to fall quickly and hard and always pay the price for it.

I don’t want to fall for Loomis, and if I give him that piece of me… I don’t know if I can do that.

It might not seem like much to him, but it’ll be a lot for me.

I don’t answer, and he doesn’t push it. He’s too busy fucking my brains out.

“You’re going to make me come,” I cry out, leaning heavily into him because I’m having trouble holding myself up, especially with my wrist.

“You like how I fuck you?”

“Yes. It’s so good I can hardly take it. Please. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

One hand is on my hip. His other slides up around my neck, and he holds me, collars me. His possessiveness drives me crazy. There’s no way I can stop myself from loving it. My orgasm builds, coiling tight in my stomach as he pounds me harder and faster until I’m so fucking close?—

“Come,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding. “Come for me.”

And I do. My body convulses as the orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of pure pleasure. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up for a second as he drives into me relentlessly until he finally comes with a roar, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he fills me with his cum.

Even then he continues to press into me, lazier now, but it’s as if he’s fucking his cum back in, not letting it leak out. He did that this afternoon with his fingers, and something about it makes me clench.

“Sex with you is better than any drug. I think I may be addicted.” He kisses my neck and finally pulls out of me, turning me around so he can hold me against his chest. We stay like that for what feels like forever, clinging to each other as the water laps around us.

His lips find mine in a slow, sweet kiss, and I know this is just the beginning.

With Loomis, it will always be like this—raw, primal, passionate, and utterly perfect. And that’s what scares me the most. The way I could so easily become addicted too.