His: A Claimed by the Billionaire novella (4 page)

He was lost in need. Completely overcome. And
it was because of me, what I was doing.

Feeling bolder, I closed my eyes and slid a
hand down between my legs. Through the crotch of my sodden cotton
panties, I fingered my warm tissues. I was wet, wetter than I’d
ever been. Wet and ready for that thick cock to shove inside and
take away my innocence.

“Oh yes, stroke yourself, Allison. But don’t
come. You can’t come until I tell you.” He fucked my face harder,
withdrawing and then slamming deep, over and over. With each
thrust, it became easier to take him. And with each stroke of my
finger over my clit, my body burned hotter for what would come
next.

I needed more. I needed something hard
gliding in and out of my channel, stroking me deep inside where it
ached the most. I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and stroked
my clit with my finger. Round and round. I drew circles, the
pressure just right. Ripples of pleasure spread through me,
building in intensity, growing in strength. Before I knew it, I was
moaning and whimpering around a mouth full of cock, on the verge of
orgasm. My body was tight all over. Hot. Trembling.

Just one more stroke.

“No!” Suddenly he jerked my head back,
forcing me to look up at him. “I said you may not come until I tell
you.”

I shuddered. My release was so close I could
feel it in every cell in my body. In my fingers and toes and
everywhere in between. I cried out as he pulled me up onto the seat
by my pigtails, but not because it hurt. I wanted to come so badly
I hurt.

“Please,” I begged.

“Not yet.” He smiled as he dragged his hand
across my face, smearing the drool that had come from my mouth over
my cheek. “You learn quickly, princess. I’m glad of that.”

I was too.

“Now, take off your clothes. I want to see
you.”

I glanced out the window. We were still
driving, on some freeway somewhere. Cars flanked both sides of the
limo. Could they see me? Probably not.

“I said, take off your clothes.” His voice
was sharp. “Or I’ll rip them off you.”

Rip them off? I kind of liked the sound of
that. But because I was a little flustered and unsure after what
we’d already done, I undressed myself. The shirt was first. His
eyes were glued to my chest as I unfastened each button, revealing
a little more skin. When I shrugged out of it, I shivered slightly,
both hot and cold from his smoldering look. If there was one word
to describe this man it was intense. He looked intense. He acted
intense. He was intense. And that thrilled me.

What thrilled me more, however, was the lust
I saw in his eyes. There I was, without a shirt, in broad daylight.
He could see the swell of my belly, the thickness of my arms. But
he looked genuinely appreciative, admiring me as if I were a
goddess.

I removed my skirt next, unzipping it and
lifting my hips off the seat to push it down over my thighs. Now he
could see my full hips, my thighs—thicker than I wished. The curve
of my ass. He licked his lips, as if he was looking upon a
feast.

Me? I was so delectable he was salivating? No
way!

“More. Take everything off,” he demanded.

I reached around my back to unfasten my bra.
As the back hook sprung open, the cups fell down, the straps
sliding over my shoulders. My nipples were hard little points,
jutting out to him, silently begging for his touch.

“Panties,” he said, sounding breathless.

Breathless myself, I set my bra on the seat,
along with my shirt and skirt.

Feet anchored on the floor, I lifted my hips
up and pushed my panties down over my thighs. They slid over my
calves and landed on the floor.

Now I was nude. In front of a strange man, a
strange, rich, powerful man…who was paying for my virginity. I was
naked. Nervous. Exhilarated.

Completely at his mercy.

What would he do next?

“Open your legs, Allison. Open them now. I
want to see what’s mine.”

His? I was
his
?

Oh my God.

My body was his. Even the parts
down
there
.

Especially the parts down there.

The authority in his voice was so sexy. This
was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Sure, I was a
virgin…who hadn’t ever sucked cock…or done a lot of other stuff
before. But I had made out with my share of boys.

Boys. That was what they were.

Mr. Sharpe was no boy. He was a
man
.
Strong. Domineering. Powerful. There was most definitely a
difference.

“Allison.”

I turned sideways so my body was angled
toward him and leaned back, knees bent, feet resting on the
seat.

His gaze was so hot it scalded my skin. “You
heard me.”

I nodded.

He grabbed my wrist, fingers clamped tightly
around it like a cuff. “On your knees. Lay over my lap.”

Shocked by the sharpness in his voice, I slid
to the floor then rested my upper body on his thighs.

What was he going to do? Spank me like a
naughty child?

His hand caressed my naked ass. “Silence.” I
heard the sharp smack of his hand striking my ass before I felt the
heat. “You will do as I ask without making me repeat myself.”
Stinging pain spread over my right ass cheek. I yelped, more
surprised than in pain. He struck me again, this time on the left.
My ass muscles clenched, and I jerked. He pushed on my back,
holding me down. Warmth rushed to my pussy.

Did he know how good this felt? He couldn’t.
Not if he was using it to discipline me.

“Now, let’s try this again. Get over there
and do what I asked.” He pointed at the seat facing him.

I took my position, body upright but angled
back so my ass was resting on the edge of the seat, my feet on the
floor. I slid my feet apart.

He could see me now. He could see parts that
no one but my doctor had seen before.

“What a pretty pussy.”

My insides thrummed with pleasure at the
velvety depth of his voice. I inched my feet another inch or two
apart.

“Yes, that’s it. Wider, Allison. Open
wide.”

I slid my feet as far apart as the seat
allowed.

“No, not wide enough. I want to see every
inch of you. Lift your legs up, knees back.”

I did as he asked.

Now I was so exposed there was no hiding
anything.

“Yes. Better.” Shifting forward, he ran a
fingertip along the inside of my thigh. My skin tingled. Tiny
electric charges zapped up to my burning pussy. I was empty,
achingly empty. Soon I wouldn’t be. Soon, that huge, thick shaft
would be stretching me, pushing through my hymen, stroking away the
need blazing deep inside. I couldn’t wait.

His fingertip meandered higher, to my outer
pussy lips. “Swollen. Wet. You’re so fucking responsive.”

Responsive wasn’t the word for it. Desperate.
Inflamed. Dying. Those fit better. I couldn’t believe it. Here, I’d
come, hoping it wouldn’t be torture having sex with him, and I was
enjoying the experience.
Really
enjoying it.

My folds unfurled, opening for him. I looked
at his handsome face. His silver-eyed gaze was locked on my pussy,
his cheeks slightly flushed. His lips were parted, begging for a
kiss. I wanted to lean forward and taste them, but I didn’t dare
move. He was so focused I didn’t dare interrupt.

Touch me. Deeper.

As if he heard my unspoken plea, he dipped
that fingertip into my slit.

“Damn,” he said on a groan.

Damn was right. My hips rocked upward,
bringing my throbbing tissues closer to his touch. Deeper. I wanted
him to stroke me deeper, harder.

“I can’t wait to cram you full of my cock.
You’re going to beg for it. You’re going to plead with me to fuck
you harder.”

I shuddered. Already a plea was sitting on
the tip of my tongue. If it weren’t for the fact that I was out of
my mind with need, I might have been able to spit it out.

He added a second finger, stretching my
tight, untried hole. It burned, but it was a good burn. It made me
want to stretch my legs wider apart so he could jam those fingers
all the way inside. Sunken deep inside my gripping tissues, they
scissored, stretching me. He was preparing me. Soon I would be full
of his cock. Very soon.

“So hot. So tight,” he murmured and he fucked
me with his fingers. My body eagerly accepted his strokes. Pleasure
pounded through my veins. My muscles tensed as whirling heat
spiraled through me. Already I was on the verge of coming. I could
feel my body soaring toward the pinnacle, tightening, heating up.
So close. Almost there.

He stopped, yanked his hand away just as my
pussy was about to spasm around his fingers.

I cried out in agony.

He was so cruel!

“You didn’t think I would let you come
without my cock buried inside you, did you?”

I was hoping.

“We’re here,” he said.

“What?” Confused by the sudden topic change,
I rocked my head to the side, peering out the window. We were
parked in a garage.

“Come with me.”

I reached for my clothes.

“Leave them.” He extended a hand. “This
way.”

The door opened and he led me out of the
vehicle and through a door into a magnificent house. The entry was
off the open kitchen area. Glossy. Modern. Sleek. Expensive. My
shoes tap-tapped on the wood floor as I followed his lead through
the kitchen, through the cozy family room space then down a hall.
He opened the last door at the end and led me inside.

The bedroom, like every other space in the
house I had seen, was gorgeous.

“On the bed,” he ordered.

I climbed up on the huge bed. I’d never seen
a bed so enormous. Its span was probably as big as my entire
bedroom. I could lay any direction, with my arms up over my head,
and not reach the ends of the mattress. But even more importantly,
it was soft. Luxurious. Heavenly. I could sleep for hours and hours
in this bed.

I doubted I would get the chance to sleep in
it.

Crawling on hands and knees, I made my way to
the center of the bed. He followed me, walking on his knees.

“Undress me,” he demanded.

My fingers were clumsy as I unfastened the
buttons of his shirt. But I kept going and tried not to get too
flustered or embarrassed. Once I had some of his skin exposed,
however, I forgot all about being embarrassed. His chest was
sculpted perfection. Smooth-skinned and muscular. I couldn’t help
tracing the line cutting down the center. I had never seen a man
this beautifully made up close before. More. I had to see more.
Once I ran out of skin, I went back to unbuttoning his shirt. His
abdomen was even more glorious. Deep lines cut across the plane of
his stomach. He was lean--not an ounce of fat--muscular
perfection.

I pushed the shirt over his shoulders and
down his arms before shuffling around to pull it completely off.
His back was as beautiful as his front. I couldn’t help leaning
into him. The heat coming off his skin seeped into my body and
swirled round and round in my center. I slid my arms around his
waist from behind and licked his shoulder. Salty. I nibbled and he
groaned. The vibration echoed through me, making my nerves
jangle.

My pussy pulsed.

“Finish the job, Allison.”

His pants were already unfastened, so all I
had to do was pull them down over his hips. He did the rest once
they hit his knees. And finally, I tugged down his underwear,
revealing the finest ass I had ever seen.

He turned around. His thick cock was jutting
out, hard, ready to claim my innocence. I could hardly believe this
was happening, that soon I would be impaled by that thick rod. My
heart galloped, and a big lump congealed in my throat. I knew it
was going to hurt. I’d heard about it from friends. Searing pain. I
was scared…no, make that terrified.

“Have you guessed why I insisted on verifying
you were a virgin?” he asked, as his gaze meandered over my naked
form.

“No.”

“Why do you suppose?” He caught my hands in
his fists and forced them behind my back. Then, tipping his head
down, he flicked his tongue over one of my hard little nipples. A
shiver quaked through my body as little blades of pleasure zinged
through me.

My head fell back. I whimpered.

“Is that your answer, Allison?”

What was the question?

“Why do you think,” he asked, “I would insist
on proof of your virginity?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but no sound
came out but a little mewling cry.

He pulled my aching nipple into his mouth and
suckled. Hard. His mouth was warm, moist. With every draw, pulses
of heat raced through me. Pleasure swirled round and round in my
belly.

He nipped, sharp pain made me gasp. “Answer
me, Allison.”

My brain was too foggy to think. “I don’t
know.”

“You can do better than that.” He laved my
nipple with his tongue. Gentle. Ah, it felt so good.

I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.
The pleasure was mounting, strengthening, intensifying. The tissues
between my legs were thrumming. I could feel my heartbeat down
there, pulsing as heat rushed to my pussy. “You want to be my
first.”

“Why?”

“Because it feels good?” I offered. “Or
because of the power.”

“Power is good. And I love to witness the
response of an innocent when she is touched for the first time,
when she is filled for the first time. When she comes for the first
time, her little cunt crammed full of my cock. But there’s more to
it than that.”

“What is it, then?”

“I am going to pump your womb full of my
seed. Over and over and over. That seed is going to take root. You
will have my child, Allison. You.”

Child?

Child!

I was too young to be a mother. I wasn’t
ready. And money…how would I afford to care for it?