Page 62 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

Needing to nuzzle that sound, I sink my face to her neck.

"Remember?" I ask softly as I begin nibbling her earlobe, letting my breath ease from my mouth and caress the sensitive skin surrounding it, then blowing bursts of air from my nostrils into the deep crevice.

When she starts to squirm, I know I've saturated her mind, and I move down her neck, sucking her soft skin and licking her sweetness.

I begin the complete seduction of her soul.

"Mmhmm." She moans as she freely gives herself to me.

Working my lips and my kisses over her skin, I feel the goosebumps rise with her excitement.

When my tongue teases the tips of her tits, rolling them around and around, I hear her little gasps of pleasure.

When I lick hard and long, laying my flat tongue on it and dragging it across the sensitive ridges, her fingers flex, then curl on my back.

I love her tits! They are perfection in motion.

When I suck it into my mouth and my tongue massages her areola, her moans are deep and long, her back arching as she pushes up for more. More of Moore's Heaven. Mmmm.

Continuing my kisses down to her little blue heart, I continue to excite her skin.

Loving the way her toned abs tighten under my lips, knowing her pussy is constricting, getting ready to cinch my cock.

As I nibble her symbol of pure, honest love, I run my hands down her arms, tickling her with feathery lightness, until they find hers.

I interlace our fingers together and grip them hard, bonding her to me.

Her response is immediate. She lifts her head to look me in the eye and her pussy for me to make love to.

My mouth kisses down to her sweetness, and I gorge myself on her goodness, making her writhe from her need for an orgasm that only I will ever give her.

I latch my mouth around her clit and suck gently, pulling it to the surface, then I lick it, wanting to make her lose her control.

She wraps her legs around me, lifts her head, grips my hair, and loses her shit for me.

Her passion is so explosive, and her need so driving, I marvel again how she managed to remain a virgin. But she did, and it only proves how strong she is and what willpower this petite thang has.

My Wild, Every Thang. My Wife.

Covered in her juices, working my magic, doing something I've been dreaming about doing to her perfect pussy causes my own driving need to escalate.

When she screams out for her Fucking Golden God to fuck her HARDCORE, I tower over her and smile, knowing I will never have to worry about fucking too hard ever again.

I've found a woman who is my equal. Not only can she take it, but she can also give it.

I smile as I give in to our lustful passion, knowing there is no need to hold back.

I can fuck her as long as I want, as often as I want, whenever I want and wherever I want, and she will do the same!

We have a lifetime of love quaking ahead, and it will be fucking heaven!

I stare down, poised to pound, at the most beautiful girl in the world with her long, thick mane of blonde hair fanning out around her head, framing those dark brows and light green eyes that are staring up at me with that hot look of desire on her face, with her beautiful flushed breasts, red and wet from my passionate kisses.

My voice is deep with dark desire when I ask one last time. "Do you remember when I promised you that trip to heaven?"

Her fingers flex on mine. She bites her bottom lip.

Fuck! I love when she does that. She's so needy right now. Her eyes bore into mine, saturated with lust. The whole package of passion staring up at me, then she taunts me. "Bring it, Bastard Son!"

Her words make me lose all control.

I aim and thrust the 'Bastard's Hammer of Thor' into her with my total weight. As I fall, she sucks air into her mouth, and when I crash into her, the force of the fuck purges it from her body.

I pin her down and maul her jugular; I love the feeling of her blood lust pumping through her and against my lips.

I grind my hips against her and massage her clit while hammering my cock in and out, going deep with each full hard thrust. All the while keeping her chest compressed, denying her breath.

When I push up on my arms and tower over her, she sucks in a deep breath, exhales it through her teeth, hissing her control, then she syncs her breath with mine.

"And remember when I said heaven was going to be so much more?"

"I do. Bring it again, Bastard Son!" She taunts again, biting her lip, and I hammer down, trapping her beneath me.

I fuck and thrust, owning her body until her eyes shoot open with desperation.

Needing a breath badly, I push her further, fucking harder, taking her to the brink, denying her the air she needs to finish.

Riding her, driving her hard. When she flexes her entire body, fighting me, I pile-drive her into the mattress, knowing I am taking her where she loves to go.

Force-fucking her, letting her struggle, letting her lose control, letting her be totally dominated, and allowing her the freedom to completely give herself up to my commanding and demanding passion.

"We are one beast, Baby! Give it up to me!"

My senses are on high alert, knowing the danger of breath-play.

When her eyes roll back into her head and her body racks, I cum, shooting her with everything I have.

Knowing in this moment, my thunder conquers her lightning, and that's when I see heaven literally explode, shaking with an involuntary convulsion.

Her body goes limp, and I release her. She takes a big gulping breath. The sound of her "Ah" as the fresh air brings her back makes me inhale a deep breath too. Her eyes close, and she rests. "I am your Good Girl Goddess."

I kiss her sweetness and whisper in response. "Welcome to Heaven, Mrs. Moore."

"Thank you, Mr. Moore."

"You're welcome."

"Heaven" by Julia Michaels serenades us.

* * *

Siri

* * *

"I love Heaven." I close my eyes, and I hear Aurei chuckle. I feel his fingers trying to release mine, and I squeeze them, keeping us bonded. Pulling them to my tits, I open one eye and peer up at him.

He chuckles again. "Fifteen-minute power nap. That's an order."

"Purr." I close my eyes again.

I hear his even breathing.

"Sugar Bare," I whisper.

"Shush." He says. "Rest. Then I'll let you explore Heaven."

I kiss his arm. "You make me so happy."

I feel his lips on my shoulder. "Ditto."

I wake to the sound of his voice. "Siri, it's playtime."

I smile, then my eyes fly open. He's not in bed with me. "Where are you?" I sit up.

"I'm right here."

The big bed is still lit, but nothing else is illuminated. I look into the darkness. "Where? I can't see you."

"Here. Are you ready to see what I built for you?"

"Yes."

"Then come here."

I crawl toward his voice. I can feel my tits swaying and know that if he can see me, he is enjoying the view.

When I'm at the edge of the bed, he appears in front of me with a big grin on his face.

He looks so damn cute. He steps up and extends his hand.

I reach out to take it, but he slaps it away and places it under my tit.

Cupping it, he lifts. My nipple slips between his fingers, and he closes them on it.

Pinching it gently, he pulls it down, then kneads it. "I love your tits so much."

"I know you do."

"The first time I saw them, they were wrapped in gold chains. Have I told you that before?"

"You told me you saw a birthday boy in Seary's Hot Chair, so yeah, they are always wrapped in chains for that."

He drops my tit and puts his fingers under my choker. "Those chains inspired this."

"Oh! I love that!" I reach up and touch it too.

"Know what else I've been inspired by?"

I look down at the floor. "My body paint."

He smiles. "That's hot as fuck. Burns itself forever on your brain!"

I laugh. "Apparently."

He steps back and offers his hand. "Come on. Let me give you the tour. I'm very proud of how it came out. Then you can pick where you want to start."

I listen and watch as he walks around the area, moving from bed to bed, explaining all the special features he has had installed.

From the intelligent, voice-activated sound system to the special mirror glass that hides the motion censored cameras that record everything that goes on.

From the various pieces of high-tech, hidden compartments that slide up from the flooring or out from the walls that hold all sorts of sex goodies, lotions and lubes, vibrators, cock rings, and candles to the closets that hold racks of dresses, short minis to formal gowns; costumes, including several latex; a vast array of lingerie, feathers, and boas; furs and minks; heels and boots; and even hats, cowboy, ball caps and hockey helmets.

From the simple BDSM equipment, floggers, riding crops, handcuffs, restraints to the more complex collars, spreader bars, and a cross.

When he finishes, he asks me, "Well? What do you think of Bare's Den?"

He looks so excited with his eyes crinkling and his tongue touching the corner of his mouth, waiting for me to answer.

"It's our very own fucking fantasy playroom!"

He grins. "Exactly!"

I turn my back to him and put one hand on my hip and tap my lips with the other. "Where to start? That's a tough one." I look over my shoulder at him. He's watching my ass. I lean forward, cup my butt cheeks and jiggle them for him. "Can I choose whatever I want?"

"Of course."