PIERCE : A Billionaire Romance Book Series (The Complete Van Doren Series) (4 page)

              “Tell me how much you want me, Pierce,” she says, her voice low.  He visibly shivers, and a soft moan resonates in his throat. Christina deftly unfastens his belt and pulls it open, her fingers pausing on the clasp of his fly as she looks up into his eyes and waits for his response. 

              “Fuck,” he breathes, his expression practically tortured as he watches her face.  “So much, Christina… so much.  More than ever before. I want…” he pauses, lifting both hands to gently and almost worshipfully cup her breasts.  His fingers splay across the cushy swells and his thumbs tease over her still-covered nipples, making them tighten and pucker.  “…I need you.  I’ll do anything.”  He lets his hands drift upwards to cradle her skull, and he leans in to kiss her almost reverently on the lips.  “Anything.”

              Christina feels a flood of something new, something raw.  She is taken back by this, but she also feels a new sensation… something she’s never really known first-hand, before.  She feels powerful.  Here she is, standing in this gorgeous man’s kitchen, and he’s basically at her mercy.  He wants her to take the lead.   She would almost suspect it’s a trick – but the earnest want in his eyes is evidence to the contrary. 

              Her hands get back to work on his fly, and she unfastens it and unzips his pants with a new surge of urgency.  Pierce is wearing silk boxers, His cock immediately presses forward, straining at the thin material.  He groans, his hands sliding behind her to unfasten her bra.  He makes quick work of the clasps there, and she shrugs out of the undergarment, letting it fall where it may amongst the random articles of clothing strewn around the kitchen.

              With his pants unfastened and drooping around his waist, Pierce drops to his knees in front of Christina.  His hands slide up her legs, tracing the lean lines, the smooth skin of her calves.  His hands seem to almost worship her, tenderly stroking her outer thighs, then slipping around to cup the firm swell of her ass.  Christina feels positively silly with her skirt still bunched up around her hips. So she twists free of his hands long enough to unzip and step out of the pesky thing.  Kicking it aside, she smiles down at the man kneeling before her.  He simply stares, mouth slightly agape and eyes hungry as they drink in the stunning view she has offered.

              Christina is quite lovely.  While small, she is built lusciously. She works out enough to stay fit, but still maintains elegant, feminine curves.  Her belly is flat but soft, and her rump is full and ripe.  Lean legs are wrapped in thigh-high sheer stockings, and her underwear consists of a pair of blue bikini-cut satin panties.  Her breasts, bare and pert, are pale and capped with faint pink, now-erect nipples.  She smiles down at him, then reaches up to cup her own tits in both hands.  Squeezing them, she watches Pierce squirm with unchecked need.  His hand slips down to absently squeeze and stroke his erection through his underwear.  She knows he could simply stand up and take her – and she wouldn’t stop him – but she loves how he is staying put, waiting, wanting, aching for her.  She enjoys watching him, seeing how his stomach is twitching with pent up desire, how his legs are flexed in preparation to pounce, should she give the word.

              “You should take off your pants.”  Christina says this matter-of-factly, her hands still idly squeezing and massaging her breasts.  She arches a brow at Pierce, and almost chuckles when he gets to his feet in a flash and immediately strips out of his pants.  He starts to take off his underwear as well, but pauses and looks towards Christina at the last moment. 

              “These, too?” he asks, his tone strangely subservient.  She feels a swell of hot arousal claim her gut, and then she nods.

              “Yes, Pierce.  Those too.”  Christina grins, knowing she likely looks like a giddy girl, but she can’t help it.  This is fun.

              Pierce strips out of his underwear, and then stands in front of her, fully nude.  His cock is impressively large – thick, proud, and hard – and he has a patch of dark, neatly maintained pubic hair.  He once again grips and squeezes his cock, this time looking directly at her.  He smiles a bit. He enjoys the game as much as she does, and it’s also clear that he feels confident that he can turn the tables if he sees fit.

              Christina decides not to give him the chance.  Stepping forward, she reaches down to put her own hand over the one he currently has wrapped around his shaft.  She squeezes, making him groan, then reaches up to press her free hand against the back of his neck.  Standing up on her tiptoes, she presses a firm kiss against his jaw, then another on his throat, and yet another on his collarbone.  The sharp gasp he lets out makes her already wet pussy quiver with anticipation.  Pierce wraps his free arm around her, tugging her close, then leans down and growls in her ear.

              “Come upstairs with me.”

              Christina nods, and suddenly finds her perspective shifting as Pierce scoops her up and cradles her against him like a child.  She wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his shoulder.  He smells amazing.  Heady masculinity and faint cologne mingled with his strong arousal almost make her light-headed.  She is carried without further ado towards a back staircase, and she simply breathes him in until she finds herself toppled onto an expansive king-sized bed.  The bedspread is chilly and perfect, but she feels it rumple underneath her as Pierce immediately climbs onto the mattress with her and pushes up between her legs.

              “Tell me what you want, Christina.”  Pierce rumbles this against her temple. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head.  He looms over her like a jungle beast, his bare prick grinding in slow undulations against her still-covered sex.  Christina arches and writhes, wanting to feel his skin against hers… but she also wants to prolong this delicious exchange.  It’s fantastic, this slow build of desire.  She’s never felt anything like it before.  Her hands reach up to grip his skull, and she draws her fingers in to tug at his hair, making him growl again and thrust his hips more purposefully towards her own.  Her body rises to meet him.  Christina wraps her legs around Pierce’s hips and digs her heels into his ass.

              “Someone wants to get fucked,” he says, his previously needy tone shifting to something more commanding.  “You’re so wet.”  His hips roll, and she can feel his thick girth straining against her uncomfortably damp panties, now. 

              “Someone does,” Christina responds, nodding and smiling up at his hovering face.  She licks her lips and lifts her head upwards to claim his mouth, but Pierce dodges her, pulling himself up and grinning down at her.  He straddles her, now – his impressive physique dramatically lit by the sun as it filters through the room’s curtains.  She can’t help but reach up and brush her fingers over the lines of his torso – each muscle in his abdomen and chest stands out in sharp relief.  Pierce indulges her exploration happily, watching her hands and watching her face.  He knows he’s beautiful, and he’s happy she thinks so, too.

              Christina reaches down, suddenly.  Her hand wraps firm around his cock, and she gives it a rather aggressive squeeze, followed by a slow, almost tormenting stroke.  Pierce gasps and shivers.  He drops down again, seeking a kiss, but Christina shakes her head and turns away from his mouth.  Her hand tugs at his dick again, and she pushes at his shoulder with her free hand, urging him to roll over onto his back.   “Come on…” she says, feigning impatience.  “Be a good boy.”

              His brow knits a bit at that, but Pierce does as he’s told.  Rolling over onto his back, he tugs Christina with him, shifting their position until she is straddling him.  He looks down at her panties and grumbles a little, then slips his fingers into the upper edge of them and gives them an impatient tug. “These are in my way,” he says petulantly. His lower lip actually protrudes in a little pout, and Christina bursts out laughing.  She can’t help it.

              “What?” Pierce asks, laughter welling up in his own throat as he watches this stunner of a blonde giggle on top of him. “They are!” He yanks at them again, jostling Christina a little bit.  She laughs some more, then smacks him lightly on the chest and shifts up onto her knees.  Reaching down, she pushes the gusset of her panties aside, baring her pussy and letting him feel the promise of her moist heat against his now-desperate erection. The laughter melts away as desire takes hold once again. 

              Pierce’s hands firmly settle on Christina’s hips.  She slides down again, this time angling herself so she can press her slick sex against Pierce’s anxious cock.  He shivers as the crown kisses her open folds, and when she reaches down to grasp him and guide him into her heat, they both let out a sigh of ecstatic relief.  She squeaks breathlessly as she feels herself stretching around him, and he grunts as he is squeezed by her tight, perfect body.  Pierce reaches down a bit, seeking the plush curve of Christina’s ass, and his fingers dig in her hips hard enough to leave faint bruises. 

              All playful teasing is over now.  Their bodies finally joined, they find themselves pulled into a new realm of raw hunger.   Her body quivers, her breathing grows ragged.  His hands roam over her pretty body as she rides him, feeling every curve, every swell, and every valley of her sexy little form.  He bucks up into her, immediately finding a rhythm, and her thighs flex as she rides him in perfect sync.  Christina’s tits bounce delightfully as she is soundly fucked, and Pierce watches her with open, unabashed admiration.  His fingers knead her ass, and soon he finds himself shifting up so she can continue to straddle him, but so he can also feast on her perfect breasts.  He sucks her nipples into his mouth with near desperation, making her gasp.  She holds his head tightly, digging her nails into his scalp, making his eyes water with the sharp sensations.  Soon, she feels his teeth – nipping and nibbling the undersides of her breasts.               

              Rapt with pleasure, Christina rides Pierce with abandon. She pushes at his chest, urging him onto his back again, and when he obliges, she leans back and braces her hands on his thick, strong thighs.  Her body is slick with sweat, her breasts shiny and sleek.  Her skin is marked up with whisker burn and faint bite marks, and Pierce feels himself rapidly being pushed towards release as he watches this impossible creature enjoy his body so completely.  He watches himself disappear into her soaked, smooth pussy over and over, and the lewd sight drives him inevitably to the brink.

              “Christina…” he gasps, trying to sit up but failing as she continues to use him so thoroughly, so perfectly.  “I’m going to…”  Christina shifts forward then, her hands landing hard on either side of his head.  He feels the mattress bounce with her weight, and a heavy fall of her hair slaps him softly in the face.  Shaking himself free of that sweet-smelling assault, he blinks up at her, barely managing to hold himself back from exploding.

              “Not yet.” Christina orders.  She doubles her efforts, now. Her body thrashes, her hips and back working with rapid, urgent desperation as she fucks him into herself over and over and over.  Pierce holds on to her waist, feeling her body flex, feeling her tension grow.  Soon, she reaches her own edge, and she goes rigid.  Taking her cue, Pierce lets himself go.

              They cum together, hard and messily.  Christina cries out, her would-be scream strangled by the harsh spasms that claim her entire body.  She bites down on her lip hard enough to leave it swollen and bruised. Her hands clench up into fists, drawing the expensive bedspread into wads alongside Pierce’s head.  He feels himself swell and ache deep inside her, the spasms of her orgasm milking his cock and urging a harsh torrent of seed from deep inside his twitching balls.  For a moment, he feels like he won’t be able to stop – he honestly thinks he may just lose himself in her entirely - but then he begins to relax, his breath coming back in harsh whooping gulps of air and rough exhales. 

              Christina collapses on top of him.  Pierce throws one arm over her, the other flopping out to his side.  As they lay there, letting their racing hearts calm, the pair drifts to sleep still bound together, still dripping on the lovely, now hopelessly mussed bed.

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              Morning fades into afternoon, and when Christina wakes up, she is momentarily confused about where she is.  The slow, even rhythm of Pierce’s breath beneath her head quickly reminds her, and she smiles languidly, closing her eyes and relaxing for a few moments before turning her attention to the man she’s still tangled with.  She is on her side, one leg draped over Pierce’s thighs, and her head rests on his chest, just above the even pulse of his heartbeat.   He seems to be deeply asleep, and even as she begins to disentangle herself from him, he only reacts with an incoherent murmur and a roll to his right. 

              Christina can’t help but grin.  She is pleasantly tired, deliciously achy, and knows she’s going to find sore spots and abrasions when she showers – and she loves it.  Stretching a bit, she carefully slides off the bed, enjoying the feel of the plush carpet under her still-stockinged feet.  Curling her toes she shivers with delight.  “Shhhh…” she says to herself, tiptoeing across the big room towards the door, which is left slightly ajar.

              Given that she’s not completely familiar with the massive house, she takes a moment to get her bearings.  After a moment’s consideration, Christina finds the stairs she assumes Pierce ascended on his trip to their final destination.  She listens to see if she can hear anyone else in the house, and when she doesn’t, she pads down the stairs and back into the kitchen.  The sight of their hastily discarded clothing scattered around makes her chuckle, and a warm feeling of contented arousal spreads in her tummy.