Page 18 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

She knew he wished to bend her to his will, mold her needs to his. But she couldn’t – wouldn’t – give in so absolutely. That would be madness.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, when later he had her naked and spread on the bed beneath him. “Putting up resistance, whetting my appetite, keeping me strung out on you. Well, it’s working. You’re fast becoming my new obsession, Sheri.”

How could he think I am playing a game? Does he really believe I have the confidence or smarts to keep him hooked on me? If it was that easy, she’d have taken the plunge sooner. But she could say nothing in response and simply waited for passion’s wings to lift her away, to be kissed, touched, and claimed by him in all the ways she’d only imagined and wished for, never believing any of it could come true. Now, Dean was about to spark her fantasies into vivid life.

She just didn’t expect him to surprise her as he stared deeply into her face. That intense gaze got to her every time, the way he seemed to love looking at her, making her feel her most beautiful and sexy. Then, came the forehead kiss – oh wow, now that was sure to get any woman melting. Next, were her eyelids, her nose, and then her mouth felt the gentle kindling sensation of his lips. Sheri whispered his name as his lips shifted to her neck, kissing her there, too. He hummed in response to let her know he could hear her, and there was a half-smile in his tone which made her suspect he was enjoying this, bringing her to the edge with his tantalizing little pecks.

Her midnight-dark eyes gleaming, she cupped his head and made him face her again. “We have barely an hour. No more teasing – just take me.”

She bit down hard on her bottom lip when she heard him swear roughly before grabbing her legs on either side of him as he sat back on his heels. This had her exposed and spread before his line of vision and his hand instantly reached between her thighs.

“You need this?” He stroked softly over her wet folds, watching her face play with different emotions. “Or this?” He thrust two wedged fingers inside her slit, while his thumb stamped down firmly on her throbbing clit. With his other hand, he captured a breast and fondled possessively, pinching the dark nub between his fingers.

Sheri couldn’t stop moaning, her body writhing and bucking as she dug her fingers into the pillows above her head. His fingers shoved in and out of her, hard and fast, but never enough to give her what her body craved.

“What I need is for you to stop messing with me,” she panted, shuddering as he pinched harder on her sensitive nipple and ground that knowing thumb into her swollen clit. He took her just there, right on the plateau of ecstasy. She couldn’t take the teasing for much longer.

“You know I’m a freak, right?” Dean clashed his gaze with hers as he pulled his fingers from her channel and then reached for his pants zipper. In moments, he’d freed himself, bending down to give her a raw, open-mouthed kiss. Sheri felt him align his member with her dripping entrance, and she gasped in excited anticipation as he added, “I’m going to fucking ruin you for anyone else, princess.”

“Someone’s talking big,” she commented somewhat unsteadily the very moment before Dean thrust home, stealing her breath.

That first thrust made her see stars. She was shocked how deep he went, how wet and receptive her quivering walls were for that hard, monumental invasion. She arched her spine off the bed, grabbing for the headboard this time as he slammed the next thrust even deeper.

“Ahh, baby, not just talk, but action, I promise,” growled Dean, eyes gleaming. His hips lunged against hers, again and again. Knocking the wind out of her body, he edged his way into the very neck of her tunnel with each stroke. He made her shake with the force and exactness of his lovemaking. She’d never have imagined rough sex would feel this good. Letting Dean take her this way, giving in to him simply felt right.

Their surroundings drifted away and Sheri felt they could easily be adrift on the puffy clouds. As if from far away, she heard Dean’s fervent whispers in her ear as he drummed himself deep into her core. How beautiful she looked and how tight she was, so wet and hot. How she drove him crazy, made him want to keep being inside her till everything else ceased to exist.

Most of the time, it seemed incredible it was Dean saying these things – even more incredible was the fact she could hear own breathless responses, telling him he was so big and so hard, that her body belonged to him, and how he drove her just as crazy as he was over her.

There was so much else she couldn’t say, things her heart held back from voicing for fear she’d give herself completely away. This was just sex. She couldn’t be dumb enough to make more out of it than there was. But even if her common sense kept her in check, her body was a different matter. Everything Dean did to her, she felt with an intensity that was almost a health hazard. Like she could actually pass out from too much pleasure, too much Dean.

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