The Tycoon's Secret - Baby for the Billionaire - Book Four (Baby for the Billionare) (13 page)

Without pausing, he reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulled out a foil wrapper, setting it aside. He didn’t want to lose his mind later and forget to use protection once she was calling out his name.

Her eyes moved down his now completely naked torso and widened at the sight of his erection. Her look made him throb, need burning through him. He watched as her small fingers clenched at her sides, as if she was fighting the desire to reach out and touch him.

He wanted those fingers clenched around his most sensitive body part, wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything. He needed the pleasure her grip would bring him.

“Do you like what you see? A few words and the hunger burning through you will be sated…repeatedly,” he promised as he moved up to her again, his body twisting so his arousal was touching her hip, close to where her hand was clenched.

She moaned again as his naked body came in contact with her, the satin robe not much of a barrier between them. The feel of the slick material against his naked body was exquisite. He shifted his body, gently rubbing against her, and it was his turn to moan.

“Yes,” she finally whispered – the word barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

“More, Sierra, I need more,” he growled, his hunger making him grow impatient.

He moved his hands back around her, his fingers swiftly moving to the bottom of her nightgown, lifting it upward, sliding along her silky smooth thighs.

A shudder racked through her, the movement echoing in him, as well. Her highly aroused state was beginning to make him shake with longing. He was only seconds from devouring her, spreading her milky thighs apart so he could plunge deep inside, ride her luscious body hard, and make her shatter into a million pieces of pleasure.

She’d be his then – his to pleasure until neither of them could walk. Each time she cried out in ecstasy, he’d fall with her, relieve the almost constant pain inside him since their long jet ride together.

“Take me, Damien, please,” she cried, anger and desire fighting for dominance in her voice. Her hand reached out and gripped him, her fingers tightening around his arousal, causing moisture to escape its head as her thumb rubbed across the sensitive tip.

“Oh, I’m too far gone for you to do that,” he groaned, trying to pull from her tight grasp. She gripped tighter, rubbing her thumb across his peak again, causing more moisture to spill, then using it to lubricate her hand, sliding it quickly up and down his erection.

“Enough,” he cried before gripping her butt in his hands. When he felt that she indeed wasn’t wearing panties, a guttural cry escaped his throat. He lifted her, thrilled when her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

With her face lined up with his, he bent forward, his lips taking hers in an urgent kiss. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to her as she tilted her head to allow him better access. He tasted her lips, consumed her mouth as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the slick heat of her smooth core resting against his hard staff.

He moved back and forth, his erection easily sliding along the outside of her heat, her moisture coating him, heating him, sending him over the edge of sanity.

“You’re so wet, so hot,” he groaned as he pulled back from her mouth, taking in a breath of needed air.

“Take me, Damien. I’m wet for you. I need you. Please. I need you to end the ache,” she begged.

Her words stripped him of the last of his control. He lost all sanity as he felt her heat drip onto his shaft, naturally lubricating him.

He sheathed himself, then stepped toward the wall, pushing her back against it, anchoring her body in place. He held tightly to her hips as he brought his body back, poising the head of his thick shaft at her entrance. He leaned back, her hands still gripping his shoulders, her head thrown back against the wall with her mouth open and her eyes closed.

The sight of her smooth, wet opening nearly made him explode bef
ore he could slide inside her. With slow precision, he positioned himself at her entrance, circling the head of his erection against her lubricated opening and then finally started sliding inside.

“So unbelievably hot,” he groaned as her heat enveloped him.

“Yes, more,” she demanded, trying to buck her hips forward.

“Yes,” he cried as he moved his hand back to her hip and surged forward, his desire causing him to thrust hard.

Sierra’s eyes snapped open, her body immediately tensing as she cried out – not in pleasure. He felt the tight resistance of her body as his iron hardness plunged through her innocence.

“You’re a virgin?” he gasped, his mind barely able to grasp the reality of what he’d just done.

“No,” she lied as her face grimaced and she moved her hips, trying to accommodate his girth.

He was too large to have taken her like that for the first time. He should’ve worked the area, eased into her, taken his time. He shouldn’t even be doing what he was doing. He’d only been with one virgin before and he’d been eighteen and stupid.

This was different. She was twenty-five, far too old and experienced to have never had sex.

“Why? How?” he uttered, his body throbbing with the need for release, but his horror at the situation refusing to let him move.

“Finish. Please. I need…it hurts…” she cried, frustration, pain and confusion mingled in her voice.

“Of course it hurts. I’m too big. I shouldn’t –” he started to say as he began pulling out of her.

“No!” she cried in panic. “No. My body. It hurts. It’s burning. Please, please don’t leave me like this,” she finished, her voice breaking as her eyes started to fill with tears. “Please.”

She moved her hips again as she tried to find her release.

Still almost senseless with his burning desire, he couldn’t resist her pleas, though he knew he should. He knew the right thing would be to pull from her and stop.
It’s too late, anyway. You’ve already taken her innocence,
his body taunted.

He pulled her tightly against him and moved away from the wall, taking gentle steps across the room, back to the bed. He wasn’t making love to her for the first time against a wall. He’d make sure her first time was perfect, and pleasurable.

He sat down on the bed, their bodies still flush, then he moved them both backward until he was on his back with her sitting on top of him. She looked down at him with confusion.

“You set the pace, Sierra. I don’t want to hurt you,” he uttered, the words passing through his clenched teeth. It was taking everything in him not to grip her tight, thrust hard inside her and relieve the pressure making him feel like he was going to explode.

“I…I don’t know what to do,” she uttered, her face flushing.

He reached his hand up and caressed her warm skin, his eyes gentling as he looked into her frightened eyes.

“Just do what feels good to you. Slide up and down me, listen to your body. When the pressure builds, move faster. Your desire will lead you.”

She looked deeply into his eyes, hers filled with trust as she tentatively began moving. She flexed her hips, adjusted her knees, then moved off his body a couple inches before dropping back down.

She did this a few more times, her tight heat gripping him as her expression turned from insecurity to wonder. She shifted, allowing her to move further up and down his shaft, her body almost releasing him before she pushed back down, taking him fully inside her again.

He wasn’t going to make it through her exploration. He felt like he’d pass out from the intensity of the pleasure. From the eroticism of watching her feel new sensations, and the tight grip of her body, he was doing everything in his power to keep from exploding.

Her face brightened with pleasure at the feelings surging inside her. He could practically read the emotions flickering through her eyes.

She began moving faster – up and then quickly down –
over and over. As she became more confident, she started moving in a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out, and sometimes only a few inches.

He felt the pressure building, felt his orgasm reaching higher and higher, just barely able to hold it back as she searched for her release.

She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs, unknowingly exposing her incredible breasts, flat stomach, and pink core to his view. The sight of her wet folds moving up and down his throbbing staff was too much.

She was stunning.

Sweat glistened on her body as she exerted herself, her breasts bounced with each thrust, and her pleasure center was wide-open for him to see.

Reaching his hand forward, his fingers quickly found her swollen womanhood. She cried out as he began circling the sensitive skin, coordinating his movements with each of her thrusts.

She moved faster, her body taking over, knowing what she needed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she called with each rotation. He sped his fingers up, knowing her release was rising.

“Oh!” she screamed in pleasure, her head thrown back as she pushed down hard against his body, her tight core flexing, squeezing his staff in wave after wave of contractions. He continued circling her flesh with one hand while he gripped her hip with his other.

He moved his hips up, taking over the movements as he thrust deep inside of her a few more times, making her cry out as he prolonged her orgasm. Her cries of pleasure led him to his own. He rose up into her, buried himself as deep as he could, and then exploded.

His body released, monumental tremors overtaking him as his erection pumped over and over again, his shaft releasing inside her.

By the time he stopped pumping, the last of her tremors settled. With a sigh of pleasure, she collapsed against him, obviously drained of every last ounce of energy.

Damien knew they should discuss what had just happened, knew they had to talk, but he couldn’t even open his eyes, much less speak.

With the very last ounce of energy he possessed, he pulled out of her, then grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over them. She was already asleep before he even covered
their bodies. He soon followed her.

“You have one week.”

“What?” Sierra mumbled as she woke up and stretched her sore muscles. She felt aches in places she didn’t know possible to feel
pain. She’d lost track of the number of times Damien had woken her during the night with his hands sliding over her body.

They made love once more in the night, though after that he’d continued to use his hands and mouth to do things to her she hadn’t known were possible.

A shudder racked her as she remembered her last orgasm. She’d literally blacked out afterward. The man knew his way around the female anatomy.

“I called the board and told them everything’s on hold for one week so I can take you exploring,” Damien said.

Sierra looked at him in awe. Was this the same man she’d arrived on the jet with? He was actually smiling at her. She’d never seen him looking so carefree and happy.

“You called who?” she asked, her brain still foggy from lack of sleep. She glanced at the clock, noticing it was almost ten. She never slept that late. Of course, she hadn’t slept much at all last night, so it didn’t really count.

“I called my board of directors, here. I told them to put everything on hold – that something important came up.”

“Really?” She grinned, starting to feel excitement.

“Really. Now, I have a hot bath ready for you to ease your aches, and room service will be here in forty minutes. I told them to send up double of whatever they’ve been sending all week.”

At the thought of feeling so completely taken care of, Sierra couldn’t help but pull his head close to her, kissing him good-morning. His arms quickly wrapped around her as he deepened the kiss. She forgot all about the bath and food.

“No,” he said with a chuckle as he untangled them and jumped from the bed. She was disappointed to see he was already dressed.

“We could stay in bed a while longer,” she offered shyly.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he groaned as he took another step back.

Sierra felt instantly self-conscious. Maybe she’d been horrible
at sex and he was taking her on a tour of the island to avoid sleeping with her again. Her good mood instantly vanished.

“Hey,” he said as he quickly bent down and lifted her naked body into his arms. “What’s with the face?”

“I…guess it wasn’t that great for you,” she mumbled, feeling her face flush – her humiliation was complete.

“Are you kidding me? It was fantastic!” he exclaimed, his eyes rounding in shock.

“Then…uh…why don’t you…” she trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

“Oh, I want to, I really, really want to, but the reality is that last night was your first time, Sierra. You’re sorer than you
realize which is why I drew a bath for you. I had some special salts sent up to help with the soreness. You’ll feel it soon, believe me,” he said as he started walking to the bathroom.