Billionaire's Captive Complete Trilogy - Stasia Black Page 0,46
and I fuck her ass cheeks even more fervently. I curve my fingers back in a come-hither gesture, teasing at her g-spot even as my thumb keeps at her clit.
She thrusts back into me like a bucking bronco, a wild animal in the height of her pleasure. I jack my hips forward as my spine lights up, my balls tighten, and—
I cum so fucking hard that I own the entire fucking universe, everything I ever, ever fucking wanted complete in this moment, clutching this beautiful woman to my body and sharing the apex of pleasure with her.
But even as the world blinks back in, I know—this is only the beginning. If it felt that good to cum outside her, what would it be like to be face to face, that pussy that’s clenching like a vice around my fingers sucking the cum from my cock, her lips on my lips, looking into her eyes as we draw the pleasure from each other and share it—
But would we really be sharing it if she doesn’t even know the real me?
Can it ever be anything more than a mirage, like the mask I wear?
I bow my forehead to her spine again, not willing to lose this moment just yet. If I clutch her to me tight enough, she’ll never leave, right?
I release her right then.
Because that’s not a man’s logic, it’s a boy’s. The point of all of this was to make her crave me and be unable to live without me.
So why do I feel like she’s the one who’s mastering me instead?
Twenty
Daphne
I blink my eyes lazily awake. I’m still in the Beast’s arms. He’s running his fingers through my hair. I lick my lips. I couldn’t have been asleep more than half an hour.
We have a habit of falling asleep like this for naps in the afternoon. In front of the fire, me curled into his big, warm body. Usually after some sort of festivity that leaves me naked, and him still clothed, like always. But both of us well-sated.
I don’t move even though I’m awake, wanting to hold onto the moment for a little while longer. Today over lunch, he stripped me and set me on the table, feasting on me instead of lunch before our afternoon nap. Gods, he makes my body absolutely electric, and after I cum, I turn into a limp rag, liquid in his arms, and become quickly sleepy. I’d always heard it was guys who fall asleep after sex but I swear I’ve never found a more effective sleep aid.
The last few days have been…indescribable. When I’m with him, everything else disappears. Our ‘date’ last night was so sweet, him teaching me how to bowl. Then it turned so hot, feeling him skin to skin against me.
I’ve never in my whole life let go like this. Taken a time out from the world and…and…done, well, anything like this. I mean, I never even took vacation days! And now to hide up here like at a spa—the Beast certainly likes giving me hot baths often enough—and to experience so much pleasure…
My cheeks spike with heat just thinking about all the things we’ve done together. Which reminds me of the one big thing we haven’t done.
I’m still a virgin.
He holds back. For some reason I can’t understand and he won’t explain. Then again, he’s not big on explanations, is he?
Whenever I do stop and think about it, I start freaking out a little—he seems to know everything about me, but what do I know about him? I want to know everything. I want to understand. I want to feel like he’s in this as deep as I am.
But how long can I continue investing myself…investing my heart, without answers? We’re becoming so close. Surely it’s time. I just want to understand.
And he’s in a good mood. He’s cum. I’ve cum.
It’s now or never.
“We’ve never talked about what I found in the basement that day.”
He jerks back, his eyes flashing a warning, but I forge on. “What are you doing down there? Why are you working on Battleman’s? Why did you really buy the patents from my father?”
His nostrils flare. He pushes me off his lap. “On your knees.”
He’s so frustrating! “Why can’t you just be honest with me? Haven’t I earned that? I’ve given you everything. Trusted you with everything. My body. My spirit.” I pound my chest with my fist. “With my soul.”
“On. Your. Knees.” He points a meaty finger towards the floor.