THREAT (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 5) (5 page)

Cullen was still kneeling between her
legs.
 
“Lie down,” he commanded
firmly.

She did as she was told, lying down again.
 
“Don’t talk about Lucas when you and I
are together like this,” she told him.
 
“I don’t want to think about him.”

“I’ll talk about whatever I like,” Cullen
replied brusquely.

Cullen forced her legs even further apart
and then pushed her nightgown up even further, exposing her hips and
stomach.
 
He leaned forward and this
time his hot mouth was sucking and kissing her lower belly.
 
 

Ivy cried out.
 
Cullen pressed his lips to her stomach,
torturing her so exquisitely that Ivy didn’t know if she could take another
second of it.

He growled as she tried to fight him, her
legs kicking, arms thrashing, belly rippling with excitement and pleasure while
Cullen kissed and sucked.

She could feel the brush of his five
o’clock shadow, those sexy whiskers caressing her soft skin.

“Oh God,” she moaned, practically
convulsing.

“You want to feel my tongue on your
clit,” he announced.
 
“Don’t you?”

“Please.
 
Please,” she begged.
 
“I need you so badly.”

“Then act like it,” he replied.
 
“And don’t ever disobey me again.”

She nodded fervently.
 
Anything to get him to do what he was
about to do.
 
“Yes,” she said.
 
“Yes.”

“And anything I want from you, you’ll
do.
 
You’ll let me tie you up, spank
your butt until it’s red, fuck your tight pussy, fuck your asshole, put my cock
in your mouth and cum down your throat.”

“All of it and more.”

“Anything I want.
 
And if I want to ask you questions about
a man, or a woman, or what you ate last week at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday, you’ll
answer me.
 
Won’t you, Ivy?”

She nodded desperately.
 
“Yes.
 
I will.”

“Good,” he said, and then his lips
hovered over her mound.
 
It shivered,
pulsating and ready for him.
 
He
stared down at her sex, and he spoke, his breath hot against her dripping
folds.
 
“Look at you,” he said.
 
“You’re so hot and ready, and nobody’s
ever had you before.
 
I’m the one to
possess you,” he told her.
 
“I’m the
one who will show you what your body is capable of.”

“Thank you,” she said, and meant it.
 
She wanted to cry for needing him so
badly.

And then his broad shoulders were working
and his head was dipping and his mouth finally made contact with her wet pussy,
and his amazing tongue was doing things to her she never could’ve imagined.

Ivy cried out again and again as his lips
and tongue did their work, opening her, making her wet, flicking her clit,
taking her to places she never knew existed.

Everything was forgotten.

All she knew was
him
.

All she wanted was this, forever and
ever.

“I’m coming,” she said, her voice
guttural, like an animal talking.
 
She’d lost all sense of decorum.
 
This man was ravishing her body and she didn’t care about it.

Didn’t care about right and wrong.

She let the climax rip through her every
fiber as Cullen Sharpe continued to suck her pussy, drink her gushing juices, slathering
her mound with his kisses and licks until she could hardly think in English.

Her body was bathed in sweat.
 
Every part of her was dripping.

“Oh,” she moaned, as he lifted his
head.
 
He started rubbing her mound
with his long, sultry fingers.
 

“Oh, shit,” she said.
 
She threw her head back.
 
“I’m—I’m going to come again,
Cullen.”

“Come for me,” he told her.
 
“Do it right now.”

He thrust his fingers knuckle deep into
her hole and she wrapped her legs over his strong shoulders, sucking his
fingers into her center place and wrapping herself around him like a glove.

She came again, intensely, her eyes
rolling back in her head.

When she was done climaxing, she was
breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
 

Cullen moved away from her, then stood up
and began disrobing, slowly, blatantly encouraging her to watch.

“Your body,” she sighed, as he took off
his shirt and bared his chiseled arms and chest, then took off his silk boxers
and showed off his perfectly hard dick.

His legs were smooth and muscular, his
thighs looked like those of an Olympic cyclist.
 
He had no tattoos, but he did have a
large white scar across his lower abdomen, reaching all the way to his hipbone.
 

“Take off your nightgown,” he said
softly.

Ivy did as he requested, pulling the
soft, sheer gown over her head and allowing it to fall off the side of the
bed.
 
She was completely nude, just
like him.
 
Her body was slick with
sweat,
her pussy wet from his licking and her multiple
orgasms.

Cullen slowly lowered himself onto the
bed, crawling on top of her, his warm, hard body enveloping her in a cocoon of
sexual ecstasy.
 
His cock was
already sliding lightly on the outside of her wet slit as his legs pressed
directly onto her legs, stomach to stomach, his chest on hers, his mouth
sucking her mouth.

He was heat.
 
Everything about him was warm
now—even those icy eyes had somehow melted, and they’d become pools of
gorgeous aquamarine water, staring into her and telling her this was all real.

Her entire body shivered as a wave of
excitement rolled through her, and the head of his cock slowly plunged into her
open mound.
 
She accepted his shaft,
suctioning around his throbbing dick as he insistently pushed, clenching his
buttocks and thrusting his hips.

“So tight,” he muttered into her mouth,
grabbing her hair with one hand and squeezing her breast with his other
hand.
 
“So tight and wet,” he
continued, his tongue sliding in between her parted lips.
 

“Fuck me, Cullen,” she moaned back at
him.

“You want me to fuck you just right?”

“God, yes.”

His hips swiveled first one way and then
the other, and she felt a shock of pleasure bursting inside her center.
 
She gushed, moaning, as she drenched his
dick with her juices.

“I’m going to make you come again and
again,” he said, watching her with his liquid eyes.
 
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded, her body greedy for his
attention.
 
She wrapped her arms
around him, grabbing his strong back, feeling his muscles working as he fucked
her so perfectly that she could hardly stand it.

His cock slid in and out, in and out, and
she got another burst of pleasure, another, and another.
 
It was becoming more rapid now, as he
stroked deeper and faster.

He watched her the entire time as he
fucked and fucked and fucked—making her pussy throb with painful
excitement.

How could he just keeping going like
this?
 
He was like a
machine,
perfect in that he knew everything her body wanted
and was able to deliver it effortlessly.

Ivy threw her head back, biting her lip
as another moan escaped her lips.
 

She was so drenched, and he was as well.

“Ivy,” he said softly.

She looked into his eyes.
 
“Cullen,” she whispered, and a powerful
wave of emotion rolled through her as she saw the pain in his eyes.
 
“I see you,” she said, and he nodded as
if acknowledging that she did see him, and then his lips met hers and his need
was palpable.

His hips pressed, and his cock went
somehow deeper.

He’s
making love to me.

Oh
God, Cullen Sharpe is making love to me.

Her hips lifted in time with his, and now
they were in perfect synchronicity together, meeting and parting, meeting and
parting, flesh on flesh, bodies in time, perfectly attuned.

“I’m going to come,” Cullen announced, as
his hips slapped into hers more furiously, speeding up.

“Come inside me,” she told him, knowing
it was wrong.

But then again, everything they’d done
tonight had been wrong.
 
Everything.

“I’m going to shoot everything into your
tight little cunt,” he told her, pulling his enormous cock out, holding it at
its base and slapping it quickly against her pussy lips.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming too!” she cried
out, surprised at what he was doing to her.

She saw a spurt of his semen shoot
against her bare mound.
 
And he
groaned, shooting yet another rope of cum across her lower belly before
plunging the engorged head of his cock just beneath the surface of her folds,
stimulating her clit as she climaxed.

Her legs spread as if she’d relieved a
jolt of electricity, and she yelled out in pleasure, but it could’ve passed for
pain.

Cullen’s member gushed again, as he
pushed it deeper into her now.
 

He went deeper and then withdrew
completely, then crammed it back in again.
 
“Damn, look at that,” he murmured.
 
He did this again and again, while Ivy climaxed, crying out each time as
he forced his way into her opening.

Finally, Cullen seemed to collapse.
 
His entire body weight landed on her and
he was kissing her again, slow and long.

She wrapped her legs around him, locking
her ankles and holding him so tightly against her, keeping him inside her.

They lay that way for a long, long time.

***

Drifting in and out.

Cullen
Sharpe is in my bed.

Cullen
Sharpe is in my head.

I
can feel his breath on my cheek.
 
His hand on my belly.
 
One of his legs is wrapped across my body.
 
I feel his cock pressed behind me.
 
I remember what it did to me just hours
ago.

Please
let us be like this forever.

Drifting out.

Drifting in again.

Ivy turned over and looked at
Cullen.
 
He was sleeping soundly, a
little square of moonlight reflected from the window onto his face.
 
He looked so peaceful, so beautiful,
like an angel king.

Too
beautiful for this world.
 
How can a man like this ever exist here on Earth with us mere mortals?

She wanted to stroke him, to touch his
skin, but didn’t want to wake him and ruin the peaceful sleep he seemed to be
experiencing.
 
His chest was slowly
rising and falling, and he looked like he might even smile in his slumber.

Which made her smile in turn.
 

Is
it possible we’re falling in love?
 
He claims he isn’t capable, but the way he touched me tonight…the way we
looked at each other…

She didn’t know anything.
 
She only knew that this felt right and
she wanted to prolong it forever.

Eventually, she grew drowsy and drifted
back to sleep once more.

The next time her eyes opened, early morning
light was filtering into her window and Cullen was no longer beside her in bed.

She sat up, feeling almost panicky.
 
Had he left without so much as a
word?
 
Sitting up, she clambered out
of bed and slid on her nightgown quickly, then strode to the bedroom door and
opened it.

The moment she opened her door, her
senses were greeted with the familiar smells and sounds of breakfast being
prepared.

She could hear the frying of a pan, and
smell bacon and fresh toast.
 
Ivy
couldn’t believe it.
 
She walked down
the hallway and found Cullen Sharpe in her kitchen, making bacon and eggs on
her tiny little stove.

He turned around as she came into the
room.

He was wearing just his baggy pants and
no shirt.
 
He looked relaxed, casual
and sexy.
 
“Morning, beautiful,” he
said, giving her a wry smile.