Page 44 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

"Mmhmm." I tease him. I grab my tits and push them together, then pull my nipples, and they bounce soft, then harden. I hang my head then fling my hair. When our eyes meet, it is settling softly around my shoulders.

"Damn! You're a Wild Thang!"

"Mmhmm!" I tease him. I turn around, bend over and slap my ass hard. "Pow!" The sound pops the air. "Would you like to try to tame my tail?" I challenge him.

"Try?" He says, convinced that won't be a problem.

"Mmhmm!" I stand back up and give him a Wonder Woman pose. Hands on my hips, chest pushed out.

"Damn! You're hot!"

"I am hot." I touch my pussy with my hand and make a sizzling sound. "Tssssst!"

He takes a step toward me. "Don't!"

"Don't what?" I ask as I retreat, circling to my right towards the desk.

He advances slowly, following my trail. Not inserting my finger in my pussy, but tapping it, I grin at him with a truly wicked face and lick my lips.

When my ass hits the desk, I pull the small chair out and spin it around between us.

He stops, watching. "Would you like a lap dance now?

" I ask as I lift my leg high and dramatically swing it wide, over the back of the chair, and gently sit my toes down in the seat.

"Or later?" I ask as I put my hands under my hair, lift my massive mane up and arch my back, pushing my tits towards him.

"Later." His voice is husky. He advances, closing the distance, and I pick my foot up and place it on his chest, and push. He stops but doesn't retreat.

"You're not naked," I tell him.

"And you're being a brat." He smiles as he pulls his shirt over his head in a move as swift as mine and drops it on the floor at my feet.

I grin as I push off him and scoot my ass onto the desk and bring my knees up to my chin. He removes the chair from between us and advances to me. "Unless you intend to dry hump my pussy those have got to go." I point to his pants.

He grins and starts taking them off. "Unless you want a spanking, lose the bratty attitude."

I mash my lips together, giving that some thought. Would I like to be spanked? I don't know, but I do like being a brat.

When he puts his hands on his ass, I lean back on the desk and place my feet on his chest. "That's better." Kneading his pecs with my toes, I purr like a kitten. His thunder flashes across his face, as he pushes his pants off his perfect fucking muscle, and my mouth waters.

"Nice ass." I wink at him, and he grins.

He takes a step back, and my feet fall back to the desk.

As he looks down, pushing his pants to his ankles, I spread my legs wide.

He glances up and sees my inviting pussy.

He stands up, ready to fuck with his cock pointing right at my target.

I close my legs and wag my finger at him.

"No, no, no. All the way off. I want you completely naked too. Your body should never wear clothes."

We smile at each other. When he bends over to step out of his jeans, I do a middle split on the desk and roll my pussy flat on the surface.

I lean over the edge and smack his perfect ass.

"Pow!" The sound pops the air. I'm not sure why I did that.

Perhaps it was the thought of getting a spanking, but… he growls, and it sounds like a threat.

He cuts his eyes at me, and the blood drains from my face. "Oh!" I say, as my eyes grow big as saucers, watching his jaw harden as his teeth clench. That's a button I don't want to push again. If there is any spanking to be done. He'll be the one doing it. He is dangerous.

"Careful, Wild Thang." He breathes the words.

"Sorry!" I whisper. "I ...."

He lifts his face to look at me. When he sees my torso exposed over the edge of the desk with my tits dangling down for him, he rocks back and squats.

He reaches up and grabs hold of my tits.

He strokes the nipples, and they draw up, pushing out into his hands.

He rolls the buttons around his palm, playing, teasing, then he pinches them and pulls.

"Oui," I exclaim.

He releases them, and they bounce back into place. My eyes water as I blink through the pain.

"I don't play fair." He warns me.

"How do you play?" I whisper.

"I don't get even. I get ahead. Always." He holds my nipples hostage. "Be warned. Don't push me too far."

I pause, catching my breath from the panic I felt and now the pain. "Or else?" I whisper.

"Something like that." He stands, still holding my nipple, and I watch his perfect body ripple and flex as it passes inches from my face.

I can feel his magnetism turned on high.

His body is radiating heat and musk as he stands tall over me.

He puts his other hand on my back, spreading his fingers wide between my shoulder blades, and he runs it down to my ass with a soft, caressing stroke.

His hand feels large, dominating, and controlling.

At my ass, he slides his middle finger down into my crack.

When the tip touches my pussy, he teases me, then backs it out and smacks my ass.

Hard. Much harder that I hit him. The pain surges through me and I flex against it.

My nipple breaks free, and another wave of pain surges through me.

His finger slides back to my pussy and he teases my clit.

A bolt of pure pleasure bursts through the pain and I gasp with the sensation.

He drags his big hand up to my red ass, and it feels cool on my hot skin. He grips my throat, then lifts my face to his.

The feeling of being dominated by a Master is overwhelming, and I'm in awe that this simple exhibition produces such a strong feeling of submission over me.

But when he puts his hand in my hair, wraps his fingers in it, and then jerks my head back.

Instead of relinquishing control of myself to him, which I know he wants and is expecting and which I just wanted to, it has the opposite effect on me.

It makes my wild flame burn hot, and I'm ready to combust! My pussy soaks the desk, and a bead of sweat breaks out on my lip. I desperately fight the urge to flex on the hard surface and massage my throbbing clit to climax. My wildness flashes him.

"You are such a tease." He whispers as he flexes his fingers in my hair, caressing the thickness. "Such a beautiful, naughty tease. I have a feeling I have my work cut out for me taming your tail."

He smacks my ass again, and again, the pain shoots through me, spreading as my ass burns hot, but this time he yanks my hair, pulling it hard.

"Look at me." He commands, forcing my face to stare into his dominant gaze. I feel his breath on my face as my clit throbs on the desk. He whispers, "You may cum, baby," giving me permission.

Gazing into his green emerald pools of control, I see a man who takes me as I am and treats me like his angel. My wild eyes fill with tears, and they run down my face, knowing that if I will obey him, he will treat me like a goddess.

I smile and submit, exploding on the desk with an intense orgasm that takes my breath away.

Staring into his face, his beautiful smile accepts my submission. His hand closes over my throat, and he gently forces my face back to his. He kisses me, speaking with his mouth what words cannot say.

I try to be passive, but his touch, his mouth, his acceptance, his dominance brings my passion for him roaring to the surface, and I seize his head, holding him to me, kissing him as wildly as I feel.

He moans as his gentle kiss changes to match mine, and as he starts to stand, I squeeze my legs together, coming out of the split.

With our lips locked, he steps to me and picks my ass off the desk as I wrap my legs around him.

The dancer in me pulls my body to his, and I glide onto his cock with perfect union.

Releasing our kiss as I lean my head back, I gasp, "Ah."

His cock hardens and throbs in me. My pussy screams for movement, and my clit demands to explode again.

I open my eyes and stare into his. The intensity I see boring into mine tells my heart and soul that he will never let me go.

Regardless of submission, regardless of taming my tail or not, I am his. I belong to him.

I hear him singing his own words to Lionel Richie's song telling me, 'Do you know you set me free?'

We share an insatiable need to fuck. How haunted he must have felt for so many years with the need to be fulfilled by it, but never finding it ... until now ... until he found me.

The thunderous intensity in his eyes tells me I am right, and more tears slide down my cheeks.

He kisses them away, and calls my name. "Siri...."

"Mmm. My name sounds so sensual and sexy the way it rolls off your tongue." I purr then whisper in his ear. "Fuck me into forever, Aurelius."

His throat moans that sound he doesn't know he does, and I latch my hands behind his neck. I lick him, over and over again, while I tease him and purr like a kitten. "Come on, baby. Make me sing."

He lifts my body up and down, sliding his cock in and out, long and deep, slow and steady, savoring the feeling.

"Come on, baby." I encourage him. "I want to purr for you." I lick him over and over, and suckle him. Mauling his pec, I stalk him.

He moans, "Siri."

"Come on, baby." My wildness stalks him. I arch away, shoving my tits into his face. When his magical lips touch them, I purr loud and long. The sound is not like a kitten but like a tiger.

His growl matches, and he sucks as much as he can into his mouth, mauling my tit, and it drives me fucking wild. I dig my claws into his back and scratch him. His head jerks up from the pain, and a stifled roar threatens!

He body slams me into the wall. The force pushes his cock deeper, and we both moan, long and loud. He pins me against the wall and lifts our hands over my head. I get a whiff of his musk, and my mind screams.

My stalking starts again. I hear my husky voice taunting him. "Come on, baby. Do that again."

His jaw sets hard, and his eyes bore into mine. Pinned perfectly, I hang, waiting, wanting, needing him.

His eyes are so full of thunder. I moan at the sight. "Ah! Thunder fuck me!"

He grunts as he rears back, withdrawing, then he slams forward, burying his cock to the hilt. He holds me there and stares into my eyes.

"Again!" I urge him on.

And again, he grunts as he rears back, withdrawing, then slams forward, thrusting ruthlessly into me. All the way to the glorious hilt.

"Fuck yeah! More!"

He holds me against the wall, and I feel his breath panting on my face. He takes both my arms into one of his. Then he traces my jugular vein down my throat.

My passion ignites into blue fire. I didn't know I could be this turned on.

His eyes bore into mine, and I see both a threat and a promise there—his thunder rumbling like sound waves to my heart. I whimper from the complete and total need to be dominated by him. When he hears it, his mouth goes to my ear, and I hear his low hum as he bites my ear lobe.

It turns into a growl as he moves to my neck and the sound makes me quiver. I try to hunch his cock, but I'm trapped against the wall. I can't move. He nibbles and bites my neck As the quivers turn to shivers that rake my body.

My pussy clenches and tightens on him, and I can feel him throbbing in me. I draw in a breath to speak, but his mouth clamps over mine again. His tongue fucks it, in and out and in and out. While I fight against him, not to stop but to GO! I groan, frustrated and he releases the kiss.

He puts his mouth on my ear again. "Shhh! Wild Thang. I know what you want."

Then he is nibbling again, and I bite my lip hard, holding all thoughts and sounds, concentrating on him. As he nibbles down my throat, I struggle against him again.

He says just loud enough I can hear him. "Don't move." He puts his hand on my hip and pins my pussy to the wall. His eyes look down, and he watches as his cock withdraws. My eyes follow his.

The feeling... The need... The longing...

I look back up into his face.

THE BELONGING...

When he lifts his eyes to mine, the unique chemical electricity we share jumps between us, and it jolts us! Without words, we both know what we want! My tail totally tamed!

As his eyes bore into mine deep in my soul where the wildness lives, I feel his hand close around my throat.

My mind smiles at my soul as my heart thumps hard.

My clit matches it, thump for thump. As he squeezes gently but firmly, he slams his cock to my core, pounding me, bouncing my body off the wall.

There are no thoughts in my mind. None! There are only feelings.

Feelings of ... dominance.

He pounds again and again, and I bounce and moan.

His grip tightens. He stares into my eyes, watching me like a hawk.

Feelings of ... power. My wild hunger flashes him.

He pounds again, and again, faster and faster, as I bounce off the wall.

Feelings of ... control.

He pounds. He pounds. He pounds. The most incredible orgasm starts to build.

Feelings of ... release.

He pounds again, and again, and again—my body, rebounding from the force of his thrust, following him. I'm moaning loud with each satisfying thrust.

His grip tightens. My breath stops, but my blood throbs hard against his hand.

Feelings of ... of ... freedom!

He pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds. The sensory overload is incredible!

For the first time in my life ... I know ... feelings of ... of ... sweet surrender!

He kisses me, cutting off my air. With one last forceful thrust, I reach the edge of heaven.

Feelings of ... LOVE!

My orgasm explodes. I convulse, over and over, and over, and over. Then I hang limp, and weak, barely conscious, nearly lifeless, but I am aware of everything going on.

I feel ... EVERYTHING!

Aurei is releasing my lips. He is kissing my face, over and over, all over. His lips are soft, sensual, delicious, divine, firm, sweet, gentle, heavenly... and they love me. My whole being smiles with the knowledge, and my soul shines as bright as the sun. He is mine. I feel pure happiness.

He is releasing me and eases me down the wall. He is quiet. His breath blows on my skin. The tickling sensation is the most delicate, exquisite feeling I have ever known.

My soul sings as my heartbeat returns to normal.