The Billionaire's Touch (BDSM Erotic Romance) (His Submissive, Part Two) (7 page)

His hand dropped to the crotch of his pants and I watched him tug at his erection as he poured over every inch
of me
. I wanted to touch myself t
o
o, to drop my hands to the center of me, but he hadn't said so.

"Get on the bed,” he said thickly. “O
n your stomach, ass in the air."

The curse on his tongue sent pangs of lust ricocheting over me and something as simple as walking became laborious, but I made it to the bed, only clenching my butt muscles once before I decided to relax.

He wants you. All of you.

I moved onto the bed, the friction of the sheets against my heated flesh making me all but writhe for release. I could feel his eyes and it sent heat rippling over my body. When I peeked over my shoulder, I saw him unbuckling his pants. My eyes d
oubled in size as I took in
every part of him. From his broa
d, muscular shoulders, down his
chiseled abs to the sight of him in all his glory.

Glory didn’t do it justice. He had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. It was thick and veiny,
protruding from a mass of ebony curls.

"Oh my,
”
I whispered, an uncontrollable moan rattling in my throat.

He gave me a grin that was pure lust and danger. "You like what you see?"

God yes
. I could only manage another moan as he joined me on the bed. He moved his fingers along my spine and I arched into the sensation.

"Up,” he barked.

I rose
up on my arms and legs, on all fours. When I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my cheeks, my limbs
turned to
jello. I didn't know if I could wait much longer. I needed him as badly as my next breath.

I rocked backward, feeling one hand
on my hip, his other thumping his erection again
st my rear. Already I felt
myself teetering close to the edge, like the smallest movement would send me falling into bliss.

Somewhere in the jumbled fog of arousal my brain put two and two together and I pleaded with him. "Please, Jacob."

As if he was waiting for me to beg him, he punched inside me with a guttural moan that I echoed. My muscles strained to take him on, sparks of pain swirling about waves of ecstasy. My heart was no longer roaring in
my chest or my ears but instead,
beating in the place between my legs. It beat for Jacob.

His hands dug into my hips as he rowed in and out of me, the sound of skin and bodies colliding the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard.

"Sweetheart," he murmured. "
Leila
."

The sound of my
name was enough to push me into bliss,
but I gripped my climax with both hands, remembering.
You do nothing without my permission.

"Please, Jacob. Let me come. Let me
come
."

He kept pounding, strong and sure, and when I felt him trembling, I worried that I couldn't wait any longer. Not with him filling me so completely and struggling to hold tight to his own
self-control
.

"Come," he said, his
voice betraying his own nearness. "Come with me."

I released everything and I felt my body contracting, holding onto h
im for dear life. He was coming too;
I could tell from his wild thrusts,
from
the way he held me as if I was the only thing keeping him grounded. I cried out his name, over and ov
er and he said mine. Both of us;
together,
lost and found in each other.

I felt hollow
when he pulled from me, but eagerly dropped down to the mattress with exhaustion
. I scooted to one side, wanting him to join me. The only way this wouldn't be a dream was if I felt his arms wrapped around me.
He didn’t disappoint.

"Can I ask you a question?
"
I said softly,
hating myself for knowing it was something that would sour what we’d just done together. But I couldn’t ignore it. It was killing me.

He kissed my shoulder. "Mmhm."

"What happened between
you and Rachel?"

He let out an annoyed sigh. "Leila, I'm with you. Why ruin a good thing?"

"But-"

"Not right now." There was a finality that shut the book and I tried to let it go.

He's with you
, I thought, snuggling closer. That's all that matters. With his arms tight around me,
feeling the rise and fall of his chest,
I almost believed it.

###

About the Author

Ava Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever afters. When not putting pen to paper or glued to her Kindle, Ava likes road tripping, karaoke, vintage fashion, and searching for her own brooding billionaire.

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Series:

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