Page 16 of The Billionaire's Baby
"Thisisn’t going to help me get pregnant, asshole," she growls.
"Alphahole." I peel back my lips and she glowers back.
"Last chance," I snap. "Take me in your mouth or—"
She reaches up, curls her fingers around the base of my cock and wraps her lips around the head.
She holds my gaze as she licks around the rim. My stomach muscles clench. She presses her other palm to my thigh for balance and her touch sets off flickers of lust in my groin. She squeezes the fingers of her other hand around the base of my shaft and I widen my stance to support myself better.
She bobs her head, takes me in further, and I can’t stop the groan that rips from me. I dig my fingers into her hair, watch as more of the length of my cock disappears inside her mouth. She swallows and heat sears up my spine.
"Bloody hell." I cup the back of her head, pull her back, until I am balanced at the edge of her mouth. She stares up at me, her golden eyes daring me. She licks around the head of my dick, then releases the base of my dick to cup my balls. She squeezes and my adrenaline spikes. Fire laces my nerves and my groin tightens. I pull her forward so my cock slides down her throat. She gags; saliva drools from her lips and combines with the water from her shower.
"You’re so bloody hot, Sparks," I growl. "I am going to take your mouth."
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Karina
Blowjob, huh? I am going to suck his soul through his cock. I am going to blow him so hard he’s going to see stars for days. At least, that had been my intention... Until he takes control. With him, there’s no giving… Arpad f’ing Beauchamp always takes and takes… He tugs on my hair and pulls me away, "Breathe through your nose," he orders.
I draw in a breath, then another. He nods, then thrusts me forward so his cock hits the back of my throat again. He pulls back, then forward, again and again. His cock fills my mouth, my throat, the soft skin curved around the steel of his shaft. He digs his fingers into my hair and tugs. Pinpricks of pleasure sear my scalp.
Moisture pools between my legs and it’s not from the shower. I reach down to touch myself and he snaps, "Not until I let you."
I stare up at him, at the water that clings to his shoulders, the marks of some kind of friction burns now faded against his skin, the tendons of his throat that stand out in relief under his skin. His jaw tics, as he continues to tug me forward and back, and forward. My teeth graze across his shaft and he hisses. "Fuck." He slaps his other hand against the shower wall as if to keep his balance. He widens his stance, looms over me as I dig my fingertips into his thigh, continue to massage his balls with the other. "Bloody hell." His thighs twitch, his upper body shudders as his chest rises and falls. "I’m going to come," he growls, right before his balls contract and he shoots his load. The salty taste of his cum fills my palate, overflows down my chin as he seems to come and come. I swallow and his entire body shudders. He pulls out, only to haul me up to my toes. He closes his mouth around mine, drinks from me, sucks on my tongue and ravishes my mouth. My core clenches and my knees threaten to give way. Without breaking the kiss, he bends, grabs me under my thighs and hauls me up and against the wall.
He nudges his dick against my opening and I shiver. He pulls me to him and thrusts into me in one smooth move. Too much, too full, he stretches my channel, crammed into me with such precision that it feels like we are two halves of a puzzle. There’s so much of him, surely, he’ll consume me. He’ll split me open and I won’t be able to resist him. I want him, want this… This…crazy hunger that tears at my gut, that crawls inside me, urging me to thrust my breasts up and into his chest. I lock my ankles around him, fold my arms around his neck and try to hold on as he begins to fuck me in earnest. The planes of his back flex; his hips contract as he pulls out, then plunges deep into me. I can’t stop the howl that rips up my chest, but he swallows it. He cradles my head with his big palm, then he continues to plow into me again and again. My entire body jolts with the momentum. My tailbone smacks into the wall and pain sweeps up my spine. I moan and the sound coils in my core. His length throbs inside as he holds me pinned to the wall. "Arpad," I groan, "Goddam you."
He pulls out once more, then tips his hips forward and nails me with such force that my entire body jerks. Tendrils of pleasure curl in my core, I throw back my head and groan, "Ohmygod." My eyelids flutter down.
"Look at me, Sparks."
I snap my eyes open and stare into the depths of those grey-blue eyes.
"I am going to fuck you now."
"Wh… what?" I stutter.
He bares his teeth, in that primal look I am coming to classify as anArpad special. He brings his fingers down and rubs his thumb into my swollen nub. Shockwaves course through me. My pulse rate ratchets up and my blood pounds so hard in my chest that I am sure I am going to black out any moment.
"Don’t you dare," he growls. "Stay with me."
He holds my gaze, then he tilts his hips and drills into me again. He sinks so deep inside me that I am sure he’s cleaved me in half. "Ah!" I throw back my head and connect with his palm.
"Eyes on me, Sparks."
I crack open my eyes, stare into his blue-grey ones which seem to have turned almost colorless. A nerve throbs at his temple.
He lowers his hand to curve his fingers around the nape of my neck. "Come," he growls, and the orgasm sweeps up my spine, shatters behind my eyes. Flashes of light consume me as I scream. He fits his lips to mine, absorbs every last sound. The climax fades away and I slump into him. He pulls out of me, then reaches behind me to shut off the shower. He carries me out of the cubicle, and lowers me to my feet.
I press into him and he holds me with one big arm around my waist. He reaches for a towel, wipes me down, slides it about his big body then throws it in the direction of the laundry basket. He swoops me up in his arms, carries me back to the bed, and tucks me in.
I crack my eyes open, drag my gaze down to his semi-erect cock. How the hell had he come so much and still not gone flaccid? "You didn’t come inside me?" I mumble. "Why didn’t you? It would have been the perfect time."
"Not yet." He circles his thumb across the edge of my lips. "I need you to be completely rested for what I have in mind."
He straightens and I am about to ask him what he’s talking about. That’s when he turns to go and I see the marks on his back. Had he been whipped? The lines crisscross his skin, turning his back into a patchwork of scars. My guts twist. Shit, that must have hurt a lot.
