Dirty bastard.
Without warning, he grabs a handful of my hair and tears my head back. He slides three fingers deep into my sex. My knees go weak.
Crack.
He slaps me across the behind. “Keep your fucking legs straight.”
Jeez.
I try to focus on keeping my legs straight. In high heels it isn’t an easy task.
His fingers plunge deep into my sex as he fucks me with them. The grip he has on my hair is painful, and I screw up my face.
I don’t know what kind of fucking this is . . . but holy hell, it’s good.
My arousal hits a new level. The sound of my wet body sucking him echoes throughout the room. He’s fucking me so deep with his fingers that I can hardly breathe.
I shudder.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he moans.
“What?”
“You wait for me. You understand?” His voice is deep and husky, deeply aroused.
My eyes roll back in my head at the sound of his voice.
Okay . . . Billionaire Miles is fucking hot.
He fucks me again with his fingers, and I shudder hard.
Crack.
He slaps my behind, and I let out an unexpected giggle. The fact that I’m loving this is fucked up.
He walks around the front of me, and I stare at his immaculate expensive black shoes. His breath is quivering, and I know he’s hanging on to control by a thread.
He runs his hand down my spine and walks behind me again. He rubs his hand over my skin in a circle, as if slowing himself down. Trying to regain control.
I hear his pants unzip.
I close my eyes and wait. Yes.
Fuck me.
He grabs a handful of my hair and winds it around his hand, giving him full control over my body.
I peer through my legs to see his thick, hard cock hanging heavily between his legs.
Pulsating and angry, engorged with veins, dripping with preejaculate.
Dear lord.
He swipes it through my wet lips, and he chuckles darkly.
I smile. I love that sound.
Then he slams in hard, so hard that the air is knocked from my lungs.
My body begins to spiral out of control.
The painful grip on my hair, the stretch of his large cock. The piston pace of his hard pumps.
My body is at his disposal. The master and his domain.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Oh . . . fuck.
I see stars, and I fall hard into a subspace I’ve never been before. I cry out as I come hard, shuddering out of control.
He pulls out and throws me on the bed onto my back and spreads my legs open.
I lie there quivering like a puppet, and his dark eyes hold mine as he takes his shirt off over his head. His broad shoulders come into view, his thick chest with a scattering of dark hair. The ripples in his stomach, the perfect V of muscle that leads to his perfect package.
He kicks his jeans off, and I hold my breath.
What’s he doing now?
He drops between my legs, and with his fingers he spreads me open and licks me.
His dark eyes hold mine as he takes his time. His arousal hits another level, and he’s all in, whiskers, face. Rough as hell in my most intimate area.