The Price of Scandal (Bluewater Billionaires) - Lucy Score Page 0,70

Derek had me skewered with an intense, fiery gaze. It was too late. I knew this wasn’t going to be some quick screw to blow off steam or just to get off.

This was something else entirely. Something I wasn’t prepared for.

He fed his cock into me inch by luxurious inch. Big. Too big, I realized. But there was something else besides the wicked burn as I struggled to accommodate him. Something so darkly satisfying about feeling every ridge and vein of this thick shaft.

Exquisitely full.

He groaned. Agony. Ecstasy. Both were delicately intertwined in the moment that Derek Price hit bottom inside me.

We trembled while he held there, my knees pinned wide open as his hips settled between my legs.

He was bare. There’d been no condom. And I wanted to regret it. I’d been conditioned to regret it. But this feeling. This sleek, wet slide as he slowly dragged himself out of my body was too good to regret.

“It’s so good it hurts,” I whispered.

“Exactly,” he answered, pressing his lips to my throat. “Exactly right.”

Slowly, he slid back in, this time lifting my hips and adjusting. I hadn’t taken him all before. But this time I did. The pain and inexplicable pleasure married in an experience I knew I’d never forget.

“I can’t tell you how good you feel, Emily.”

I dug my nails into his bare back, raking his skin. I urged him with my hips, encouraging him to go a little faster. Take me a little farther. Hurt me a little more.

“Show me,” I urged him.

I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down to kiss me, and then we were rolling. Shallow thrusts as we moved from back to side to back. I came out on top, and the sensation of sliding down his cock, of filling myself with him, made my eyes roll back in my head.

It was too much.

Derek reared up and wrapped his arms around me.

He closed his mouth on my breast, and I began to ride. Sweat glistened on our skin. Whispered words and hot breath. Hard mouths. Thirsty tongues met and tangled. I needed this. I needed him. He held my hips, helping me set a new pace, his cock piercing me every time I lowered onto it.

“So fucking good,” he groaned.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held on for dear life. We were intertwined, connected, united. The feel of his bare cock stretching my inner walls was too much.

“Derek. I’m coming,” I warned him.

“Give it over, love. Give it to me.”

He whispered dark, dirty promises and prayers in my ear as I rocked my hips into him. I whimpered when he pushed a little deeper, and that was it. That was enough. It exploded inside me.

His guttural grunt made me come harder. And then he was tensing, flexing into me, until he came. My orgasm forced his, taking it hostage. He quaked under me, and I felt the hot slickness of semen as he came inside me. Moaning softer even as his hands gripped my hips harder.

Never. I’d never allowed that to happen in my entire sexual career. I was so glad it was him. That we were sharing this moment of rawness. That we were as close as two people could physically be.

The tremors slowed and gentled, and we were left spent, still connected.

29

Derek

For the second morning in a row, I woke in Emily’s bed. However, this time I was alone between the sheets. It was still dark outside, and I could dimly make out a figure tiptoeing from the room.

I snapped on the bedside light. “Going somewhere?”

Emily, clutching a pair of trainers to her chest, looked guilty as she attempted to creep out of her own bedroom.

I lifted up on an elbow and shot her a judgmental raise of my eyebrow.

“I work out early,” she said, her voice husky even in its defensiveness. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tight, cropped tank over a power red sports bra.

“I’ll join you,” I said, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed. I had a gym bag in my car.

“Oh… Um.” Emily appeared to be hypnotized by my naked body. “You don’t have to.”

That was Emily Stanton code for “I’m feeling entirely too vulnerable right now, and I want to be alone to rebuild my walls.”

I wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Come now. I thought you’d be used to it by now,” I said smugly, gesturing toward my cock, which had decided it too was awake