Body Worship: The Billionaire and the BBW: Body Heat Series Book 3 Read Free Page B

eventually open to accept it. Before long, I’m sitting flat on the Sybian. Just when I think I can handle things, it jumps to life.
    I gasp with pleasure as the vibrations rumble through me. It shakes deep within my core. I lean forward and the nubs on the attachment flutter against my clit. I try to get my bearings, but then it begins to rotate within me, a torturously slow circle that massages the walls of my pussy. All my plans for looking dignified in front of this magnificent man — hold in your stomach, watch your posture, don’t sweat, don’t make any funny facial expression — are gone.
    I’m grinding against the Sybian so hard I’m afraid I’ll break it. But I can’t stop. I’m finally chasing what I’ve wanted for months and it’s not going to escape me now. I lean forward, rest the heels of my hands on the front of the machine, and double down. I ride that vibrating, mechanical cock like I’ve never ridden anything in my life. I feel beads of sweat collect at my collar bone and run down the channel between my heaving breasts. My moans sound barely human.
    Everything feels fucking fantastic, but I just can’t push myself over the edge. I just can’t get there. Oh my God. What if this doesn’t work either? What if something is totally messed up and broken inside of me and there’s no way to fix it? What if I never have another orgasm again?
    Then I remember, I’m not in this alone. I lift my chin and look at Nash.
    No one, in my entire life, has looked at me with such open desire and lust. I stare into his green eyes and I see so much. Longing, anger, jealousy, intensity. Maybe a little pain, too. There’s something else there. A raw hunger. He could have any woman in the world he wants, and right now he’s looking at me like I’m an icy cold beer on the hottest day of the year.
    The thought makes me smile and he smiles in return. It’s the naughtiest grin I’ve ever seen. Then he turns the dial and ramps up the power. My first impulse is panic; it’s just too strong. I want to stand up and get away from it. I push against the box and start to ease myself off.
    “Do I have to get out the restraints?” He asks.
    “It’s too much. I just can’t. I’m sorry.” He lowers the power to an idle.
    “We aren’t leaving this room until you come, beautiful. I don’t care if it takes all night.” He runs his hands along his thighs. “So, tell me what you need.”
    What do I need? I wish I knew. I can see the benefit of the restraints holding me helpless against the vibrating toy, but it sounds too cold and impersonal. Maybe there’s a different option. A warmer, more personal one.
    “I want you to hold me down on it,” I say.
    He sits there, silent, as if he’s weighing his options. And then he springs from his chair like a tiger and closes the distance between us in a second. He squats in front of me, so we’re eye to eye and his hands go to my hips. They’re massive and hot as the blacktop on a summer day. His touch practically burns. He moves one, only for a second, to turn up the power on his delicious toy, and then returns to holding me down.
    It’s too intense. I use my knees as leverage to try and pry myself off, but his strong hands keep my clasped to it like a vise. Still, I fight it as the sweat courses down my body. He shifts his grip and then leans in closer, until our lips are only inches apart. His brilliant eyes burn into mine.
    “Come for me, beautiful girl.”
    And with that, I’m cascading over the edge. My body twitches and shudders and my mouth opens for a soundless scream. He covers my mouth with his own and mashes our lips together with a bruising force. As the ripples of pleasure continue to course through me, he licks at my lips and sucks my tongue into his eager mouth. I moan against him and collapse against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me there while the aftershocks subside.
    We stay that way until I catch my breath and stop trembling. He