Money Shot (53 page)

I savor the feel of her in my arms, relishing how right it feels to have her against me.

She is exquisitely beautiful, and I will own her before long.

“Have you ever had a man’s cock inside of you, Nicole?” I ask gently.

She looks startled again as her eyes widen, and she looks away when she shakes her head, still trapped to me.

She looks embarrassed and I can tell she is blushing, even through her brown cheeks.

I gently stroke her warm face with my finger, and she shudders at the contact, her eyes closing again, her head leaning toward my touch.

Yes, my love…

I take her lips in mine.

That sweet mouth has haunted me since I first captured it, but what has haunted me more is the feel of her feminine folds, slick with moisture and ready for me as my fingers caressed her and probed her. I was haunted by the way she panted in my ear and whispered my name, the suction of her body on my intruding finger. The way she felt when her body’s pleasure reached a crescendo, tightening and then exploding, pulsing all around me.

And I sure as hell remember the way my cock raged at me for not burying it in her.

I must have her. Now.

I start to lift up her skirt, but she slips away from me, lowering herself to the ground.

I realize she wants to service me, and while I would love to have her kneeled before me, her sensual lips around my throbbing cock, I fear the moment her lips touch me could send me over the edge, and I’d pull her up on the desk and rip her open with my need, taking her roughly, and pounding her relentlessly with my stiff cock.

Besides, there will be plenty of time for her to service me, and to walk her through various positions.

I pull her up and spin her around, sitting her on my desk. Then, I pull down her hosiery and underwear, tossing her shoes to the side.

She hoists her skirt up, and when I catch sight of her bare nether lips, I have a hard time not slipping my throbbing cock inside of her right away, but I have a plan; I must not mess this up.

I get down before her, bury my face between her legs, and acquaint my tongue and nose with her delicate middle. I relish the sound of her crying out.

Chapter Three

Nicole

My head jerks backward as Alan’s face gets between my legs and his tongue flickers over my dewy core. This is as far as I’ve gotten with any guy, and when it first happened, I was in my teens and curious, and the guy said that’s all he wanted to do. Since then, I have kept my head down and focused on my work and life goals—no sexual distractions.

But my head is up now, facing the ceiling, and nothing is more distracting than having a gorgeous hunk of a man feast on your pussy.

His lips gently pull at my delicate parts, his tongue trails its way over my bud, each time making me jump, and his mouth makes its way over all my peaks and valleys.

He licks me until a ball of pleasure rises in me and explodes, yet it is still not enough. I need all of him; I feel greedy for every single part of him.

“Beg me for it,” he says, and I happily oblige.

“Please,” I say, aching for that stiff, long part of him I felt myself pressed against earlier. I needed to feel what it was like to have it in me, and I needed him to use it to massage my aching, hungry parts.

Finally, I hear the sound of a belt as he loosens his slacks, and I glance down to see the huge head of his penis staring up at me.

“Oh God,” I whisper, bracing for his entry, but instead, he uses the tip of his rod to tease me, rubbing it over my already tortured sensitive parts, and making them tingle even more.

“Please, Alan, give it to me,” I say, unable to take it anymore, and ready to try to wrap my little hand around the huge thing and stuff it in myself.

“Tell me you’ll take everything I have to give you,” he says, and I have no idea what he means but I say yes because what other answer is there?

I feel him start to slide his rod inside me, and my body sings in joy.

As he eases the rigid length in, I am grateful for the beginning of relief, yet worked up at this different kind of tease—having him there, filling me. I need him to move inside of me, rocking in and out of me, rubbing my hot, wet parts until they explode in ecstatic relief.

He lets me get used to him for a moment before he starts ramming his shaft in me, and all I can do is gasp and cry at the size of him, the pleasure and the pain of his hard cock pushing into me. I hold on to him for dear life as he takes me on the desk, and feeling his parts line up with mine as he squeezes us together is far beyond anything I’ve felt, beyond the pleasure I try to give myself alone.

“Say you’ll be mine, Nicole,” his voice rumbles in my ear, sending other nerves firing as I feel his masculine face so near, the beginnings of his five-o-clock shadow, the raw maleness of that growled, possessive command.

“I’m yours,” I say, and his thrusting increases.

He pushes into me hard and deep, claiming me.

I am, no doubt, his.

But soon, I start to worry at his new pace and I realize we are not using protection and he is probably close to the edge.

What will he do? Will he come inside me or pull out?

But the way he is hitting my body whisks me away until I am on the verge of orgasm myself, and my brain no longer processes logic.

His body slapping against mine, his stiff organ probing me and relieving my throbbing desires as he kneads my insides, the masculine grunts escaping him, and the knowledge of how much pleasure I am giving him shuts down everything but physical sensations, sensations that have fully taken over my body so that all I can do is surrender to this ride to ecstasy.

“Will you accept my seed?” he whispers, and locked in his strong arms and the intensity of his gray gaze while still on the wave of dominating pleasure, all I can do is whimper, “Yes…”

My body reaches a peak, and I feel like he is there with me as I scream “yes” over and over as he works me, my body tightening until I explode, and orgasm takes over me once again.

He comes hard inside of me, milking himself with several powerful final thrusts, and I take every single one of them greedily, for even though I have reached my peak, those final swinging movements from him give me pleasure too.

We stay there coming down together, panting, with him over me, his arms on either side of me as he leans on the desk, his large organ still trapped between my legs.

I feel possessed by him, and all I want to do is wrap my arms around him and keep him there, so I do.

Soon, my senses come to me and I realize what I’ve done.

“Don’t,” he says, stopping me before I start to move. “I can feel you pulling away, but you can’t get away from me now. You’re mine, Nicole, do you understand?”

I don’t, really—why does he keep saying that?

Yes, I was his at the moment, and lord knows he can take me anytime, but I feel a weight to his words that I’m having trouble deciphering.

“You agreed to take everything I give you,” he says.

“Well, that was in the heat of the moment. I don’t think one can trust what anyone says in the heat of the moment.”

He sort of chuckles. “Spoken like a woman who has been with one man. You will find, Nicole, that people quite often say exactly what they mean in the heat of the moment. Sure, sometimes people will say anything to get what they want, but you promised me, Nicole.”

My confusion deepens. “Promised you what?”

“To accept my seed. You agreed to have my baby.”

Alarm shoots through me, and I search my memory for evidence of this agreement.

“Need I remind you?” he says, still holding me in place. “You agreed to take everything I have to give you; you agreed to accept my seed, and you have,” he says, looking down pointedly at the way our bodies are still joined.

My mind reels. I wouldn’t take back any of what we did, and I will certainly let him have his way with my body again, but this is insane.

“B-but I didn’t mean…”

“Shhh,” he says gently. “Don’t worry—I’ll take care of you both. The two of you will have everything you need and more than you can ever want. Everything your heart desires is yours, Nicole.”

Then he kisses me on the forehead.

He holds me firmly until my panic dissipates, and I am relaxed into the strong, gentle comfort of his capable, protective arms.

END OF PART ONE

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Anita Snowflake writes steamy BWWM billionaire romance.

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