Page 37 of Beauty and the Billionaire

I pulled a pillow under my head and hugged it with both arms. Towering above me, Dominic lowered himself against my body, his front fitting perfectly on my back, and I felt his cock nestle between my cheeks.

My body thrummed with excitement. This was really happening. I felt him there with all his size. I felt the wetness ofmy saliva still on him and the heat of his breath as he brought his lips to the back of my neck. And then, he kissed me. He kissed me again and again, leaving a trail of kisses down my spine, inching lower and lower until his hands closed on my butt and pulled my cheeks apart.

If I had thought of this in detail, I never would have expected him to do this, but Dominic didn’t stop kissing me on the small of my back. His lips moved lower, trailing the middle between my cheeks until their heat touched my hole. It was so sensitive and unaccustomed to this that the contact made me clench my muscles. I pushed down the cry of surprise and pleasure that brimmed in me and threatened to spill uninvited. But Dominic was slow and careful, kissing me where I had never thought I would be kissed and licking me with all his gentleness.

I exhaled in a shudder. My restraints fell off, and all my preconceived notions of sex and dominance and submissiveness shattered. Dominic’s tongue worked me slowly, his hot breath sending waves of tingles rising along my back.

When the feelings grew so overpowering, I buried my face in the soft pillow and let out the cry that had been building up. It was a deep moan, rising as the constant sensation of Dominic’s hot, wet tongue rimming me intensified. I moaned and gasped for air and held the pillow tighter in my arms. Dominic, his face buried between my cheeks, moved his hands to my hips and yanked me higher, making me knees with my ass perched up for him like a delicious treat he meant to devour.

He licked me slowly and intensely, never stopping, and I soon learned how to relax and let myself enjoy it without worries. I couldn’t tell you what worried me most of the time, only that when the anxiety faded away, all that remained was glittering joy.

I could feel how wet I was. I could feel the wetness moving lower along my taint and balls. Even then, Dominic continuedhis passionate act. And when he pulled a little back, hands massaging my butt, I could feel the vibration of his voice in my entire body. “I’m going to push a finger inside of you,” he said softly, running a circle around my hole with his finger. “To get you used to it.”

I nodded, then managed a choked little sound of assent.

His finger was thin and long, I knew, but the pressure was such that all of me closed up instantly when he pressed it against my hole.

He didn’t push it in. Instead, he rubbed me gently and told me to relax.

I thought it was just something you said. That was how far my brain was burned with this searing lust. It took me an actual moment to realize that I could, in fact, relax and that it would make it so much easier for him to insert his finger freely.

When I did, he must have sensed it because the pressure increased again, and I exhaled roughly at the exact moment when his finger slipped into my body, marking some unexpected point in my life. After crossing it, I felt like I could do anything. I felt like the secrets of the universe, of joys and highs and ecstasies of sex, were no longer so secret. I was in on it. I also knew what it was like, just like everyone else.

My eyes rolled back, and I lifted my head to let the moans run away from me freely. The finger moved in and out with excruciating care, and Dominic’s tongue still worked the upper side of my hole while he probed me.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, barely holding myself together. My dick throbbed every once in a while, especially when Dominic reached around my left hip and took it in his hand. He didn’t stroke. He held me while he slid his index finger back and forth, stretching me for his cock. “Fuck, it feels so good,” I cried.

“You’re doing so well,” he told me. “You’re perfect.”

I hardly would have believed him had I had any sense left in me, but the moment was so wonderful that I accepted it as a fact. I was perfect. This was perfect.

“I’m going to put another finger in you, baby,” he said, making something click in me. That word. Wasn’t that word used for showing affection? Wasn’t it a word one spoke with sweetness and care and devotion?

My body opened to him. Perhaps not literally, but spiritually and emotionally. It surrendered to him so completely that when he pressed his middle finger together with the first, I was willing to endure a moment of sudden pain for the greater pressure.

His hand worked back and forth; his fingers reached deeper into me until they pressed something that made me moan louder. It was a sensation like no other, pushing me to the edge of something incredible. He repeated it after a heartbeat, letting out a soft chuckle full of pleasure. “There you are,” he said, although I had a feeling he wasn’t talking to me. Funny. But I felt strongly about it anyway. It was just that he kept doing something so madly good that I was no longer able to keep it all straight in my head.

His force increased with his pace as he stretched me wider and slicked me with his spit, touching this spot that sent waves upon waves of happiness into the deepest corners of my soul and furthest cells in my body.

“Dominic,” I cried. “Please…please…need you…”

If I made no sense to him, he didn’t show it. He understood my pleas and twisted his hand firmly, making sure I was slick and loose for him before he pulled his fingers out of me.

I huffed and breathed shallowly, lying down flat on the bed, while Dominic reached over to the nightstand and produced his supplies. I vaguely realized he was putting on a condom and then pouring a lubricant all over his fingers. He stroked himself, and Ilooked over my shoulder to remind myself just how big he really was.

Instead of positioning himself above me, Dominic poured more of his lubricant over his fingers and slipped his fingers inside of me again. They moved so smoothly in and out of me that my eyes rolled back in delicious pleasure. It made me feel slutty in all the best ways, a notion I had never considered before.I’m nice and loose for you, I thought.I’m wet and warm and precisely what your dick needs.

When Dominic pulled his fingers around, he put his other hand near my hand to give his torso support and held himself firmly as he navigated the tip of his cock into my hole. In the moment since pulling his fingers out, my body clenched and tightened with anticipation, and I tried to relax for him. The tip of his cock, slick with lube, massaged me softly, and Dominic slowly applied more and more pressure. “Relax, baby,” he purred huskily, making the command so easy to obey.

I wiggled my arms free of the pillow and placed my hands on my cheeks, pulling them wide for him, and I forced my muscles to relax at the precise moment when the pressure of his weight grew significantly. The pain, unexpected and swift, made me choke on empty air, and Dominic pulled back, telling me to breathe. His cock, touching me only lightly, pulsed against my hole, and he slowly sank into me again. And again, the pain made me grunt and wiggle away from him.

Panic filled me as abruptly as the pain had spread from my hole. What if I just couldn’t do it? What if I was just made in a way that it wouldn’t work?

Dominic must have sensed some of my worry. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “Easy, baby. Take it easy. I’m big, and you’re a virgin. It takes a minute.”

A minute? It felt to me like I had been failing him for an eternity. But I nodded and accepted his words. “Try again.”

He didn’t do it immediately. Instead, he rubbed himself against my hole slowly, feeling me relax before adding a little bit of extra pressure.

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