Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance (9 page)

That wouldn’t be hard to accomplish. Not when the vibrator lingered on her clit before slipping halfway into her spread opening.

There are many layers of vulnerability, and Monica felt like she was experiencing all of them at once. Her open legs shook around Henry’s hips, inviting him to look deep within her, past her skin, past her hair, past the wetness spilling from her with every tiny, climatic convulsion.

Then there was how he drank her in, his hand rubbing her breast, lips curling in need – but laced in restraint – to suck her. When he finally succumbed, Henry wrapped both lips around her lace-covered nipple and lashed his tongue against it. Monica shook, trembled, and shuddered as the first hard wave of orgasm crashed into her.

“Oh,
God!
” The vibrations below and the sucking above combined to take her to a plane of reality that she didn’t even know existed yet. It was the power of machine, unrelenting and perpetual, and the passion of her Dom – almost as unrelenting and perpetual. Henry’s human limitations were nowhere to be seen right now.

Henry lifted his head and whispered into Monica’s ear as she began to ride out her orgasm. “Show me what I get if I choose to reward you.”

He wanted a show. Monica was hopped up enough on her orgasm to do that.

“Shit!” She didn’t usually curse during sex, but sometimes the situation called for it. Like when her whole body was being taken over by her desire to fuck this man and show him how worthy she was. “Henry! Please!”

“Please, what?’ The vibrator remained lodged inside her, forcing Monica to live through another orgasm as it instantly claimed her. “As hot as you are right now, I need better than that.”

“Please fuck me!” Monica wanted to clutch him, but her bound arms made that impossible. The chains dug into her back. The soreness spreading through her was exactly what she needed to know she had done well. “Fuck me with your cock!”

That was blunt. But Monica was crazed, and when she got that way, she came dangerously close to losing her manners in front of her Dom. The man liked it, though. Whether he said he would or not, he always rewarded it.

“And why do you want something like that, hm?” Henry drove the vibrator deeper into her, thumb and forefinger following. Monica cried out, legs jerking in the air as her frustration exploded. It was orgasmic, and yet it wasn’t good enough. She wanted to feel him fill her with
him. I spent this whole evening sitting with his seed drying all over me down there.
After washing it off in the bath, all she could think about was getting it back again. “Aren’t you getting all the pleasure you need right now?”

Monica tried to answer, but her words were a mess of pleasurable noises.

“I see. Fact of the matter is, you’re always hungry for more. Are you ever satisfied?”

Monica thought about the good feelings he had given her so far that day. Not just in the office, but right here, using his mouth and fingers to make her come multiple times.
Yes, I want more. I’m still not satisfied.

“No, sir!” The vibrator buzzed within her, threatening her inner walls with more stimulation. She was so wet by now that Henry struggled to keep his fingers and the toy inside her. “Please! Satisfy me!”

“You’re
loud.
” Henry pulled the vibrator out and tossed it onto the other end of the bed. When the vibrations finally subsided in Monica’s body, she realized so much of the tension in her core came from her undying need for her Dom to pleasure her with his body.
I think I might actually be dying.
“You want the whole house to hear us having sex?”

The words fell from her lips before she could control them .”Yes!”

“Very well.” Henry unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, thick and rigid. Monica continued to hold her legs open, counting all the prayers she uttered over the past five minutes. “Be loud so everyone knows how well I fuck the insatiable woman.”

The sound bursting from Monica’s throat when he effortlessly thrust into her sounded almost inhuman. Like a roar, but more feminine, the lioness succumbing to what she wanted all along. Henry hooked his hands beneath her knees and pushed them up, taking
her
with every drop of energy he had.

She held up her end of the bargain by being as loud as she dared. Feeling him fuck her, hard, deep, and thick enough to stretch her made that easy enough.
I’m the happiest woman in the world when I’m fucked by this man.
He knew how to angle into her. How to stroke her sensitive core. How to go at the right speed to see her breasts shake for him, but not so fast that he ran out of energy too soon.

Besides, there were other ways to send Monica Graham to the moon.

“Oh!” Henry lurched forward, shoving Monica halfway off the bed. He held her down by the abdomen with one hand, steadying her, keeping her safe as he thrust into her and watched her head dip toward the floor. “Holy shit, Henry!”

“Holy shit is right…” His hands grabbed her breasts, his cock continuing to reach deep within her. “You are so fucking hot.”

Those were the words he said, and yet Monica could barely parse them. The blood was rushing to her head, making her woozy to the point of heightening her senses while also threatening to knock her out.

She had to come. She had to come
now,
and hard.

“Take me, Henry! Please!” The more she begged, the more she wanted it.

“Oh, I am.”

He didn’t have to finish his thought. Monica knew what he was thinking.
Right now.

Feeling new pulsations, not from the vibrator, but from
him,
sent Monica through new experiences. The blood in her head, the man inside her, and the thoughts swarming her body conspired to make her come the hardest yet, her core swallowing Henry as deep as it dared. With what little sanity she had left, Monica concentrated on riding out her orgasm, channeling the climatic energy to her inner muscles that stroked Henry’s cock to his own release.

“Come for me, Henry…”

His hands snatched her shoulders, pulling her onto his cock as he groaned and came.

“Henry!”

No matter how many times she cried his name, it never felt wrong or too tired. How could it, when it only brought Monica closer to his heart? As he grunted, released himself, and left his fiancée full of his warm seed once more that day, Henry eased her back onto the bed and curled his arms around her.

“Monica.”

His effort to cry her name was instead a mere, breathless whisper. Monica snorted in amusement, her senses returning to her the longer she stayed in Henry’s arms.

“Do you think anyone heard us?”

Henry slapped his hand against his forehead. “I have no idea. I don’t care. I’m too satisfied to care.” He lowered his hand, looking at Monica through languid eyes. “Are
you
satisfied, Princess?”

Monica kissed his bare chest, feeling like a spoiled princess indeed as she remained tight in his embrace. “I am very satisfied, Mr. Warren. Probably too satisfied to keep going tonight.”

“Unfortunately, me too.”

“Unfortunately? Isn’t it a good thing if we agree on that?”

“I suppose so.”

The sound reappeared. Outside of the room, but penetrating enough to enter Monica’s ear.
What in the world is that?
It was starting to get on her nerves.

“I think you might be right, love,” Henry said, rubbing Monica’s arm. “I think this place might be haunted. And I don’t even believe in that sort of thing.”

“You know what I do believe in?” Monica turned against his body, inhaling his musky scent as her hand dipped into his trousers and lovingly touched his softening erection. “Moments like these. I don’t care if our plans were disrupted this weekend, Henry. We’re together, making love, and that’s all that matters.”

“Indeed. Besides, we have our whole lives to make plans. We’ve still got Christmas coming up, and then our honeymoon after the wedding…”

“Don’t skip over the wedding, Henry. That’s the most romantic thing of all!”

“I wouldn’t know much about it. I’ve never been married. And you’ve done the planning.”

“Oh, don’t remind me.” Monica squeezed his chest. “I’m loving this weekend just for getting me away from that. You think your sister is stressed out? At least she’s doing grad school and not planning a 500-person wedding.”

“Now, Monica… be fair.”

“Yes, sir.”

Henry was quiet, his body relaxing into a doze as Monica breathed on his skin. She was content with joining him… until she heard that strange sound again.

“Oooh.”

The moment she realized what it was, Henry also opened his eyes and cursed his blasted luck.

Chapter 8

Kathryn

There was definitely one way to beat the cold, especially in a guest room with a gas fireplace on the fritz. And that one way was to take a shower, put on pajamas, get under the covers, and give the boyfriend a blowjob.

Such was Kathryn’s lot at a quarter after ten that night.
Well, I told him I would earlier.
She wasn’t a woman to go back on her word unless she had a damn good reason .And, really, being so cold that she only wanted to get beneath the covers and fool around was a good reason.

It was supposed to be one of those relaxing moments together. Kathryn wasn’t in a hurry to get Ian off. If anything, she was looking to enjoy this evening as much as she could.
Didn’t we come up here with the intent of romance?
Some women would argue whether or not swallowing cock was
romantic,
but Kathryn didn’t care what those women thought. All she knew was that she got a huge kick out of bringing Ian to the edge and then pushing him back again.

Tonight wasn’t about edging, however. Kathryn’s tongue and lips only cared about bringing him relaxing pleasure. Meanwhile, she would enjoy it as well.

“You’re gorgeous down there,” Ian said, amazingly in control for a guy who had been getting head for going on ten minutes. Then again, his voice was laced in desire. He just wasn’t about to ram his cock down his girlfriend’s throat and make her choke on his cum. Thank God.
I need some warning for that, thanks.

Kathryn raised her brows and looked her boyfriend in the hazel eyes. The comforter covered the top of her head but let her eyes receive light – and the smug look radiating from Ian Mathers, the only man who would tell Kathryn she looked gorgeous sucking him off.

She eased her mouth off, taking a deep breath as she grinned and delicately massaged his shaft. “I’d like to think I look gorgeous no matter what I do for you.”

“Well, yes.”

His hand brushed hair out of her face. For a moment, they shared a level of intimacy that made Kathryn blush. She loved this man and told him as much all the time. He loved her and took good care of her, in and out of the bedroom – or office, she supposed. And yet having him brush hair out of her eyes like that while she rubbed her nose along his musky body made her feel like a silly girl again.
Some men have that power, I guess.
It could be such a pain in the ass.

“I’m serious.” Ian did an admirable job sounding serious while his cock hung outside his girlfriend’s mouth. “You look gorgeous all the time. Why would now be any different?”

Kathryn kissed his shaft. “Your mood sure has changed from earlier.”

‘Oh, that? You mean when I was doing exactly what you wanted? Excuse me.”

“No, excuse
me,
sir.”

“She’s calling me sir!”

“I do that all the time.”

“Not on whims like that.” Ian gathered a chunk of Kathryn’s hair into his hand and gave it a gentle tug. “After earlier, I didn’t think you would care to do things like that.”

“I was being facetious. Hm. And now you’re being mouthy, but not in the way that benefits me.

“Shut up.”

“Chop chop. Back to blowin’.”

Sometimes Ian could be so… so…
exasperating.
Kathryn knew he did it to purposely get on her nerves, but oftentimes he was too much.

At any rate, Kathryn knew how to get back at him.

She wrapped her mouth around him again, eyes never leaving his as her tongue danced circles around his tip and her hand worked the base of his shaft. Ian cursed in ecstasy. Yeah, he thought he liked this
now?

Kathryn took him as far into her throat as she could. A sizable amount, considering his wide tip that made her feel like she was on the verge of choking. But she wouldn’t be able to… dig in… unless she had almost his entire length nestled comfortably in her mouth.

Then she brought out her teeth and grazed the sensitive skin of Ian’s cock.

“
Fuck!
” He never admitted to loving her teeth on him. Ian was a man who had been taught any set of teeth coming for his dick should be avoided at all costs. Indeed, if Kathryn weren’t as experienced as she was in the art of pleasing a man who is lying back and enjoying his blowjob… she wouldn’t even dare.