Chapter Sixteen #2
“Jaak, please.” There was no need for foreplay, and she knew he knew that, too. They had more than enough foreplay with the way they teased and seduced each other from the very first day they met.
Her eyes drifted open at his silence. “Jaak.” His name took on an unconsciously pleading note.
A groan tore out of his throat at the sound, and he gritted out, “I’m trying to be good here, dammit, and you’re just—”
“Don’t make me wait, please.”
Fuck being good, fuck being gentle, if Ilse wanted him to be bad—-
Then he would fuck her as bad as she wanted.
The billionaire suddenly yanked her close to him, and she gasped. His hands began pushing her legs to open wider and wider, and she couldn’t help tensing even as her heart hammered faster and harder against her chest.
“This is going to hurt,” the billionaire warned tightly.
“I don’t care.” And she meant it. Right now, the billionaire hurting her sounded so, so good. Right now, all she wanted was—-
Oh God.
The head of the billionaire’s cock pushed inside her, and she moaned.
It was happening.
It was finally happening.
Inch by inch, he pushed more of his cock in, and she could feel her pussy desperately trying to accommodate the unbelievable girth of his erection, stretching in the most achingly exquisite way.
His fingers wrapped around her thighs, pressing her legs flat against his clothes as he kept pushing his cock inside of her, and even knowing nothing was actually happening yet, the excruciating beauty of it already felt more than what she might be able to bear.
“Jaak.”
Their eyes collided, and the hard lines of arousal on the billionaire’s face made her shudder. Oh, that she was the one to make him look like that—-
“Jaak.”
The billionaire growled, and his cock suddenly plunged all the way in, and Ilse gasped, her body arching as his erection finally tore past her hymen.
It was done.
Her virginity was his.
She was his.
“Ilse?” The billionaire’s tone was harsh. “Does it hurt?”
“Not enough,” she managed to say, “to make you want to stop.”
“Good.” The billionaire’s hands moved down to cup her ass. “Then you won’t mind if I do this.” And slowly, he started to move, withdrawing his cock in one steady stroke before plunging back in, and God, oh God, even knowing that sex could and would be this good with the billionaire—-
Knowing was just so different from actually feeling it.
“Jaak.” She couldn’t stop herself from crying his name out, and when he continued to move in that devastatingly arousing way of his, she couldn’t stop crying it out over and over.
He started with an agonizingly steady pace, and her nails scratched down his arms.
“Jaak.”
He started to move faster, started to pound into her hard, and the erotic sound of their slapping bodies had her clutching him as her eyes rolled back.
Too much...this pleasure was too, too much.
And yet it wouldn’t stop.
He wouldn’t stop, his hips pumping faster, his cock seemingly growing thicker and longer with every stroke—-
“Oh God, Jaak.” She could feel her body straining for the release his cock promised, but the damn billionaire would slow down just when she was about to reach it, and oh God, it would start all over again.
The tortuously slow climb of pleasure—-
The way her body tightened bit by bit—-
Her hips began to move on its own, desperate to keep his cock deep inside her so she could finally have her pleasure.
“Please.” The word came out a sob. “Oh God, please.”
“Please what?” the billionaire panted out.
“You know.” Her nails dug into his back. “Oh Jaak, please—-” She ended up gasping as the billionaire began shoving his cock into her in wildly furious strokes, and heat curled and tightened into a ball inside her body. With each stroke, the ball of heat inside of her began to stretch and expand—-
“Oh God, Jaak.” She could barely breathe, could barely think—-
The billionaire’s fingers dug into her ass just as he angled his cock to thrust all the way down, its head brushing the edge of her womb—-
Heat exploded into mind-numbing pleasure, and she screamed, her body arching against his.
A second later, and the billionaire growled, and his thrusts became completely uncontrollable.
And she loved it.
Even as wave after wave of pleasure struck her body, she couldn’t stop meeting his thrusts with similar abandon, her nails clawing his back as her hips rocked against his every thrust with clumsy desperation.
The most terrifying need to say the words swept over her, but she managed to keep them down, her teeth sinking hard into her lower lip.
Not yet.
Not yet.
And as the pleasure started to fade, and as her body gradually stopped trembling, Ilse wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, thinking painfully, Not just yet.
Because she knew, even without him saying a word, that he didn’t want her to need him just yet.
Time waltzed past them ever so slowly, their mingled breaths steadying and their heartbeats evening out. When the billionaire’s weight pressed down on her, her arms around his neck tightened.
She could sense him waiting for her to speak, could sense him waiting for the recriminations to start, and she almost, almost laughed. How blind the billionaire was, not to have realized that regrets were impossible for the two of them.
“Jaak...”
The billionaire stilled.
“This is exactly what I wanted, and it’s...” Her voice caught. “It’s more beautiful than I ever let myself hope for.”
Ah. His own arms tightened around her. “I hope you still mean that,” he whispered into her ear, “once you realize that we’re under CCTV surveillance.”
Ilse stiffened under him.
“I’m joking.”
“Oh my God, you jackass.” She punched his shoulder hard even as a relieved laugh escaped her. She started to speak, but then he kissed her forehead, and the feather-soft touch of his lips spoke a multitude of words.
I love you...even if...
“Oh, Jaak.” She raised her eyes to his, willing him to see his reflection in her gaze. Oh, how she wished she could give him her eyes so he would know how she and his family saw him.
“You mean so much to so many people, Jaak...” She chose her words carefully, a part of her terrified that she would say too much, and she would end up making him walk away from her again.
But the billionaire only looked at her, quietly, his handsome face unreadable.
“M-more than you think possible, and it won’t ever change so...” She swallowed hard at his continued silence. “Just don’t disappear on us.”
He saw terror flash in her eyes as she spoke, and a sharp pain seized the billionaire’s chest, his heart hearing what she truly wanted to say.
Don’t disappear on me.
He knew she was thinking about how despite loving his family, he had managed to turn his back on them.
He knew she was thinking he could do the same to her, too, eventually.
And he knew there was only one way to make the terror go away.
“Ilse.” Her gaze lifted to his, and he said softly, “Come live with me.”