Page 49 of The Billionaire Submissive
“I want to make you come so hard you look like you’ve just won a pie-eating contest.”
Startled, she laughed and rolled back on her stomach. “All right, lover boy. In this, your wish is my command. Just remember the consequences if you take me that high.”
Once she came, she’d be out of control, taking whatever she wanted. His voice cracked when he said, “That’s why I put down a tarp, so to speak.”
“Good thinking. I wouldn’t want to have to explain to Annette why you needed new carpet yet again.”
He flattened his palm in the small of her back, rubbed down the full curve of her ass and down to cup her pussy in his hand. He didn’t rub or slide his fingers—he just wanted to hold her. To feel the surge of her desire as he kissed one cheek and then the other. Maybe she didn’t know how wondrous it made him feel to know she was already wet. It hadn’t taken foreplay or even a scene. She’d only come out of the bathroom minutes ago. Yet she was so wet he could slide deep now without hesitation or worry that she wasn’t ready to take him despite his size. Her desire floored him.She wants me as badly as I want her.
Light and soft, he dipped his tongue into the hollows at the small of her back and teased along the ridges of her spine. When he grazed with his teeth in a playful bite, she arched her back and purred. Bolder, he pressed tiny nips along the bottom of her cheek, his sweet spot. When the crop came down there where his ass joined his thigh, it sent him higher than any blow on any other part of his body. Evidently she liked it too because she squirmed against his hand, demanding more.
He licked deeper until he tasted the whipped cream and she writhed against his tongue. Groaning, she pushed back against him, lifting up to put him right where she wanted. Kneading her hips, he pulled her apart, widening access to her core. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste, her heat, the reckless way she rubbed on him, taking what she wanted. He pressed his teeth into the delicate outer lips, sharp little bites that drove her insane. She rocked in his grasp, forcing him to grip her hips harder to keep her still. Yet she still managed to twist and work enough to get his fingers inside her.
Then she started to ride him in earnest, lifting her ass, rocking back on him. He’d joked about putting her face in the pie plate, but he was the one with his face buried. He didn’t even try to control his movements let alone attempt to torment her. Instead, he just offered up his tongue, his lips, his entire face available for her. Her moan rose in intensity and she shuddered against him. He locked onto her flesh, sucking whatever he could get into his mouth. Fighting not to come himself, he almost didn’t hear the whispered sigh of his name.
Donovan.
That brought him up in a hurry. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he intended to hold her until she calmed, hugging her against his chest. However, she had other ideas. Her back humped and she almost managed to toss him off. When that failed, she reached back and dug her nails into his hamstrings. He ended up dropping his weight against her, pinning her beneath him. She had cheesecake on her chin and chocolate in her hair, but the pie was mostly gone. Just chocolate smears and a few crumbs left. Arching beneath him, she heaved up against him, but she didn’t have a prayer of throwing him off.
Panting, she finally quieted beneath him. “Sorry. I forgot I told you this was your night.”
Surprised she’d even think she had to apologize, he lifted up to his hands and knees on top of her. “I thought you were going to peel my hide off for pressing you down.”
“Hardly.” She kept her head low but rose up on her knees, pressing up against his groin. “If I wanted you off of me, I’d have gotten a grip on your dick that would bring you under control in a heartbeat.”
He couldn’t quite picture what she meant, until she shoved her hand down between her legs and managed to get the head of his cock between her thumb and index finger.
“See?” She gave him a tug, pulling him tight against her, and broke sweat out on his forehead. “Any man is guided by his little head.”
He’d never realized she’d be able to dominate him even if he had the upper hand so to speak. Bigger, stronger and heavier, he ought to have been the one taking her. Doggie style with her head low, ass high, she ought to have been somewhat submissive.Not my Lilly.“So I see. And where do you want to guide me?”
“Here.” She rubbed just the head of his cock in the tantalizing moisture before pushing him inside. “Now it’s your job to make me scream.”
He buried to the hilt in one hard lunge that made her gasp and throw her head back against his shoulder. “Your wish ismycommand.”
With long, slow thrusts, he tried to make it last as long as possible. He didn’t want this night to ever end. Even if it meant he never came again. But she was so tight, rocking with him, her low, hoarse cries lighting a fire in him. Harder, deeper, he couldn’t stop driving into her. Drunk on her sounds of pleasure, he gripped her hips and flexed his buttocks, driving as deep as she could physically take him.
Twisting her hands in the blanket, she growled out, “There. Hit that spot again.”
Sweat trickled down his back, but he fought to rein himself in enough to give her the slow, deep rub inside again. It wasn’t a thrust, not exactly. He was barely moving, every inch of him encased in her sweet, tight body. Her muscles clamped down on him and he was almost gone, almost lost in the mad haze of release, but he fought it off. Panting, he gripped her hips, back arched, and groaned.
“Let go,” she whispered. “Just let go. I want to feel you in all your wild glory.”
A tremor racked him, dragging another rough sound from his throat.Not yet. I want her to know what she means to me.
Leaning down, he laid his cheek against her shoulder and slid his hands along her arms to entwine his fingers with hers. Ever so slowly, he drew back, an agonizing withdrawal that made her quiver and squeeze his hands. He pushed back inside just as slowly, driving back as deeply as before. Again. She twisted beneath him, arching and pushing back against him to try and get him to go faster.
“You feel so good,” she groaned. “So big. You’re hitting me deeper than anyone ever has. Such a big, thick dick, Donovan. I want to feel it pumping in and out of me, hard and fast and long.”
“Not fair,” he ground out.
She let out a ragged laugh. “Everything’s fair when I’m trying to get lover boy to turn into sexy beast. Where’s your roar and growl?”
He couldn’t resist letting out a rough growl against her ear. “Like this?”
“Harder. Try to pound me through the floor.”
Again, he couldn’t refuse to give her what she wanted. The thud of flesh, the desperate edge of her voice, the tight, hot grip of her body. He couldn’t hold back. Even if it meant he roared before she finally gave him the scream of release he’d been trying to earn.
