Chapter Fourteen #2
She found herself straddling him, and the billionaire clasped her hips just as he began to move her over his throbbing erection. It rubbed against her pussy with the most incredible fiction, and as her eyes started to glaze, she felt him slip one finger inside her.
“Jaak!”
He began to fuck her hard with his finger, and when she fell against him with a cry, he used his free hand to plump one breast and take her nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it as his finger thrust in and out, and the multiple streams of pleasure were just...too...much.
The moment she stiffened, the billionaire released her nipple, and his mouth caught her sob of release in time. His kiss swallowed her cries even as he continued to shove his finger in and out of her, and she continued to desperately meet each plunge with the thrust of her hips.
As soon as they made it to her bed, she pushed the billionaire on his back, whispering, “Let me pleasure you.”
He didn’t demur, only watched her with beautiful, hooded blue eyes as she shakily reached for his cock. It felt silky hard between her fingers, larger and bigger than she imagined.
Bending down, she tentatively tasted the tip with a flick of her tongue, and the billionaire jerked. The reaction made her feel heady, and drawing courage from it, she began licking the head of his cock more leisurely.
His fingers threaded through her hair. “Ilse...” Her lips slowly closed over the head of his cock. “God.” When her lips only continued to play with the head of his erection, his grip on her hair tightened, and he laughed hoarsely. “Beautiful, wonderful tease...”
She only laughed, and the sound – seductive and throaty – made the billionaire shudder anew.
She tortured him as he had tortured her, making him wait, making him wonder just when she would make her move.
Her fingers stroked his cock up and down, causing blood to rush to his head, but it was her mouth that was infinitely frustrating, closing over the head of his erection over and over, but never beyond it—-
“Suck it,” he grated out. “Let me fuck your mouth, babe.”
And that seemed to be what Ilse was waiting for.
Her mouth drew his cock inside, inch by inch, and the billionaire groaned.
She started to suck him, and by the time the entire length of his cock was lodged inside her mouth, he had lost all control.
Gripping her head, he began to fuck her mouth. He tried to take it slowly, tried to be gentle, but it was as if she didn’t want it like that at all.
Her fingers dug into the muscled cheeks of his ass—-
Fuck.
His hips began to pump furiously, his cock plunging in and out of her mouth with greater force.
He could feel his balls tightening with every thrust, and knowing he was about to come any second, he rasped, “Let go.”
But her fingers only dug deeper into his ass, Ilse silently urging him to do with her exactly what he wanted.
FUCK.
Clutching her head tightly, he thrust into her one last time and spilled his cum into her. He groaned as she continued to suck at his cock while he unloaded himself, and looking down at her, seeing her swallow his cum—-
FUCK.
His cock shot out one last heavy load of cum into her mouth.
It took him some time to recover his breath, even more time to make his body move and finally pull his cock out from her mouth.
“That,” he panted out, “was more than I bargained for.”
“Jaak!” Ilse’s cheeks turned red. “You don’t need to tell me things like that.”
“But I want to.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “I think it’s both the coolest and hottest thing in the world, having a girlfriend who rocks in bed.”
“Jaak!”
He carried her back into her bathroom, and as he cleaned himself, she stared at him unabashedly while brushing her teeth.
They finished at the same time, and as he swept her up in his arms, Ilse said cheekily, “Are you ready for Round Two?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he grated out just before kissing her hard.
Joining Ilse in her bed, he drew the covers over them, and she turned to him, whispering his name. The odd note in it made the billionaire go still, and he asked quietly, “What is it?”
Her soft brown eyes searched his. “We’re not going to...”
Ah. He reached out to trace her lips ever so gently, and his heart clenched at the sight of her lips trembling at his touch.
This beautiful, strong woman was his.
His.
And it was more than he deserved.
“There’s nothing in this world,” he said softly, “that I want more than to possess you.”
“But?” Ilse’s jaw was clenched. “Because...there’s a but, isn’t it?”
“But...” His tone was mockingly obedient, his lips curving in a smile that was the complete contrast of the state of his heart.
And it seemed like Ilse knew that because she only stared at him without returning his smile.
Ah, Ilse.
So damn beautiful, so damn smart, so damn strong.
Was it right to have her when love was the only thing he could offer?
When the billionaire reached for her, Ilse didn’t even think of resisting. He let his arms enfold her, let him tuck her head under his chin, and when he spoke of words that threatened to break her heart, she let him.
“It’s not the right time yet.” He spoke quietly, heavily, and with so much love that she almost wished she were still the type of girl who could live a lie.
“You know that, don’t you?”