Page 25 of Christmas with the Billionaire
I choke on my next breath, my pussy already fluttering at the promise in his voice. He’s testing the waters, all while flooding the surface with his confidence.
Nodding my head, my toes curl into the duvet.
He lets out a soft laugh, one of disbelief. “You’ll always be the one I choose, just know that. There isn’t any competition, won’t ever be. If it’s what you want, Ellie, I’ll take. I’ll takeeverything.”
And he does. He shoves my thighs apart and doesn’t take the time to appreciate my glistening pussy lips. Not this time. Instead, he buries his fingers deep. Two at first, and then a third. All to prepare me for his cock. But he won’t give it just yet. Not until he has me forgetting every word but his name.
His fingers are a perfect, stretching fullness that makes my back arch. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low enough to reach only my ears. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already going to come before I can try to free my cock. Greedy, little thing.”
His fingers continue to push, continue to stretch, working me open. The burn is there as he makes his way deeper, mixing pain with pleasure.
“Charles—” A whimper is torn from my throat when I feel his thumb against my clit. Adding a little pressure goes a long way.
I rock my hips, meeting his thrusts, the slick sound obscene and perfect. My hand flies to his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold him there, to feel the muscles in his forearm work as he fucks me with his hand.
“Look at you,” he says, his breath warm against my temple. “So greedy for it. Taking everything I give you. You’re going to come now, baby. I can feel it. Your tight little cunt is clenching around my fingers, begging for release.”
Every word that leaves his lips is the right one, stroking something deep within me. I’m not used to these kinds of words, but they’re raising the temp of the room, of my body.
A broken sob escapes me. He’s right. The pressure is coiling, unbearably tighter. My vision blurs at the edges, little white dots dancing around as he curls his fingers and hooks me just right.
“Do it,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. “Come.”
I don’t have a choice. Pleasure comes crashing down, taking me out like an ocean wave.
My body convulses around his hand, my grip on his wrist turning vicelike as I ride the violent, exquisite crest. Through it all, his eyes hold mine, and his voice is a steady, praising murmur. “Good girl. That’s my girl. Just like that.”
His girl. A title I’m going to be clinging to with pride. No one else’s. Just his.
The sensations slowly ebb, leaving my limbs boneless and my mind floating in a warm, syrupy sea. I am utterly spent, adrift.
His fingers withdraw carefully, and the loss is a dull, empty ache. He shifts, his body a solid, warm presence beside me. I feel the hard ridge of his erection press against my hip, a firm, insistent promise.
“You look tired, Ellie.” His chest swells with his next breath, his voice deepening a notch lower as he reaches for the leather of his belt. “Just keep those pretty thighs open, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Biting my lip hard, the tingles don’t stop. My legs feel like jello.
I tell Charles what I want, and he goes all out. Has he always been an overachiever? Succeeding at what he does best, I nod my head and let him take full lead.
15
Charles
I’m so full of myself, it’s laughable.
Seeing Ellie like this, melting in a puddle because of me, has to be the hottest thing in my life.
I’m afraid to look to see what damage she’s done behind my boxes. Watching her ride my hand to get herself off may have mademecome.
While she’s still enjoying the waves of pleasure rolling through her, I’m working on steadying my fingers so she can’t tell how much she’s affecting me.
She needs this powerful man to take her. I’ve got a role to play. Can’t do that if I come before I get anywhere near her pussy.
Undoing my jeans, a hiss slips between my teeth as I draw my cock out.
One squeeze and I can feel my pulse racing. I have to keep my breathing even and my head clear if I want Ellie to get the most out of this.
Releasing myself, my hands find the delicate bones of her knees. They’re still trembling.Good. I cup them, pressing her legs back, folding her up until she’s open and exposed. The sight of her, glistening and utterly defenseless, punches the air from my lungs.
