Page 189 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"Are your parents wealthy?"
Jesus Christ. I sighed. "Yes. But everything I have is because of the choices I've made. I don't want a cent from them."
She looked a little frightened.
"Penny, do you enjoy pushing all my buttons?"
"You're always so in control. It's a little fun to see you squirm."
I raised my left eyebrow.
"I just feel like you're hiding something from me. And I don't understand why. I told you that I trusted you. Don't you trust me?"
I stared at her. Had she looked me up online? Did she already know everything I was trying so hard to hide? If she did…wouldn’t she just say it?No. She doesn’t know. Or else she wouldn’t be here.And that wasn’t why she was asking. As Dr. Clark liked to remind me, relationships were built on trust. And I wanted to build a relationship with Penny. Desperately. "I do trust you," I finally said.
"So what happened with your parents? Why are you so mad at them?"
Breathe."It's complicated."
"Well, you're a professor. You should be good at explaining things. Make me understand."
Fair point.And for the first time since this conversation started, I almost smiled. I sighed. "My whole life they put so much pressure on me. To the point where I felt like I didn't get to make any of my own choices. It took me far too long to realize. And when I finally did, my life was no longer mine at all. I felt like I was drowning. Becoming a professor was the first thing that I decided for myself in a long time."
"So screw them," she said.
I laughed. "Penny, being here, with you...I finally feel like I can breathe again." I didn’t want to talk about my past because I just wanted to be here with her right now.
"I feel the same way. You make me feel alive."
That.That right there was what I wanted. It made me feel like I was enough, even though I was so fucking broken. I wasn’t good at talking about my emotions. But I could show her. The best way I knew how. "Come with me." I got up and pulled her to her feet. She followed me to my bedroom. My heart was racing. I slowly peeled off my shirt, then my jeans, and boxers.
"Professor Hunter. I'm a little sore."
"Penny, you'd be surprised to find out how many times you can orgasm in a day. Your body can take it. And I want to show you that this is more than just fucking for me too. So I promise to be gentle." I didn’t want her to remember that harsh comment I made. I needed to show her this was more.
She lifted the shirt over her head. She was even better than my dreams.
I lifted her into my arms and placed her down on the bed. This was going to be the opposite of the golf course. I was going to worship her body. I’d show her exactly what she deserved.
I kissed the inside of her ankle and traced kisses up the inside of her leg. I lightly nipped her inner thigh and then moved to her other ankle, repeating the process. When I nipped her inner thigh this time, she moaned.
That sound.I wanted her. I needed to be inside of her, filling her, claiming her body. I slowly circled my tongue around her clit. Her hips rose to meet me. Even though she was sore, she wanted me just as desperately.
But this wasn’t going to be fast and rough. Not this time. I moved my head and kissed the palm of her left hand. I trailed kisses up her arm, slowly across her shoulder and clavicle, and then down her other arm. My lips landed against her other palm. Teasing her was making me so hard. Each moan from her mouth. Each time her hips moved.God.I kissed between her breasts and slowly went down her stomach.
My lips gently sucked on her clit while my hands massaged her inner thighs. When my fingers finally touched her, she wassoaking wet. And even though I could have fucked her hard with my fingers, I entered her slowly, lovingly. The moan that fell from her lips was worth the restraint.
I leaned over top of her and kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her mouth. I hitched my fingers, making sure to rub her g-spot. She practically whimpered beneath me and the sound went straight to my dick, hardening it even more. She was panting when I pulled back from our heated kiss. I wanted her to always look at me like that. Like I was everything. I could get high on that look. And I couldn’t wait another second to be inside of her. I moved one hand under her ass, lifted her hips, and slowly filled her.
"Oh!"
I bit my lip as I looked down at her, trying hard not to lose control. I liked when I was rough with her. I loved fucking her. But this? I hadn’t expected this to feel so good. I pushed firmly against her, the angle letting me go deep.Jesus.Was it possible that this was even better than fucking? I felt so connected to her. And the stars in her eyes made me feel like a god.
There was a moment at the golf course that I’d felt this tightness in my chest. And again at the beach today. I felt it again now. This wasn’t just fucking. God, this was so much more than that. And I needed her to understand. I needed her to feel it too. Because I couldn’t be the only one falling here. I couldn’t be the only one losing control. Because if I was…it would be that much harder when I hit rock bottom again.
Her fingers were tentative as they wandered along the muscles in my back. I never loved the feeling of someone’s hands on meso much. Like the warmth of her skin could somehow save the darkness in my heart. Like she gave me life.
I kissed her as I began to thrust in and out of her wetness. Slow. So fucking slow. Her fingertips dug into my flesh.
