Bound to Her: Three Dates With a Billionaire Read Free

and her sweet heat bathed my fingers. “You’re so wet.”
    “Yes.” She sounded breathless. I’d make her even more breathless. I’d make her fucking scream for mercy.
    Hastily I sheathed my cock and notched it in her. Just inside. My body eased a trifle. I rolled my shoulders, enjoying the sensation. Then I put my hands on her breasts, filled them with her glorious, soft silkiness, with the little button of her erect nipples nuzzling my palms. I used them to steady myself as I pushed inside her.
    Cassie surrounded me, embraced me and took me in. When my balls nuzzled the unbelievably soft skin at the top of her thighs, that was when I relaxed for the first time in days. I needed this. For the first time in my life I got it, why one woman would be so special and how she could mean so much. Only Cassie felt like this, and only she would satisfy what I needed. Greed took over. Why should anybody else have this? Nobody else deserved it. God knew I didn’t, but she accepted me, and that would work for me right now.
    She sighed. I didn’t hear the sound so much as feel it when the breath left her chest. “You too?” I murmured, and I kissed her nape, moving her hair aside with my nose because I didn’t want to stop touching her breasts.
    She made a sound which could have been agreement.
    I started to thrust. Once I’d pulled out and pushed in once, I couldn’t have stopped doing it again if I’d tried. My hips pistoned as I slammed into her the second time. She groaned. I squeezed her breasts, almost dragging her up as I drove into her again. As she rose, she spread her hands, as if searching for something to hold. “Don’t touch me,” I warned her.
    She gave a strangled cry and dropped her hands to her sides as I drew her up against me. We knelt upright, and I fucked her. I slid one hand down to her stomach, gently rounded, instead of concave like so many women I’d been with. Her pubic hair tickled the edge of my hand, another sensation I was unused to. I nuzzled her ear. “Never shave or wax,” I  said.
    She flinched, as if unused to the intimacy, but she grew wetter, juices flowing over my cock and balls.
    I jerked her hard against me. “Promise me.”
    “Yes.”
    I murmured to her while I fucked her. “You’re beautiful, Cassie. Never let anybody say you aren’t. I want you like this, just like this.”
    “In a bodycon dress?”
    “Is that what that bandage is called? Not that, definitely not that. You’re mine, you hear?”
    “Anything you say.”
    If she called me Master, I’d spank her cute butt. In fact, that wasn’t a bad idea at all, but I didn’t want to push her too far, not tonight. “No, baby, anything we say.”
    “I thought you were into—” I stopped her talking the best way I knew how. I hammered her. Shoving her forward, I grabbed her hips and went for it. Oh fuck, she felt so good. Every time I powered into her she made a sound, a whimper, or a groan, and eventually I had her crying out.
    I shouted too, a grunt of effort as I sweated out, my groin connecting with her backside, making it quiver. Her breasts bounced now I’d set them free, and she didn’t care. I’d made her not care, forced her to want nothing except me. As I wanted her. Every stroke sensitized my cock a bit more, thrumming through my body, spreading and increasing until I could barely hold on. But she hadn’t come. I needed her to come, longed to feel her body take mine as deep as it could. I reached around her, leaning forward to kiss the knobs of her spine and I touched her clit.
    It was like lighting a fuse. She came, her inner channel contracting around my cock, milking me. Every pulse point in my body stopped, then started again with a throb that I felt to the depths of my soul.
    I came, unable to stop my body taking the satisfaction it needed more than my next breath. I held myself deep, my finger pressed hard against her clit, gasping for breath. My heart pounded so hard I was sure she could feel