The Wedding Rescue, Book Five (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) Read Free

pleasure, wanting only more of whatever he would to give me.
    This was it. This was what Dylan meant by trust. And I’d almost walked away from it. The last smack was harder than the rest, a flare of pain and pleasure so acute, it drove me to the edge of orgasm. Writhing over his legs, I heard myself moaning and gasping. He stroked his hand over my red ass with reverent care.
    “I think a little more and you’ll come for me,” he said. I quivered under his soothing touch. I would. I knew I would. “Maybe next time we’ll try that. I bet if I clamped these luscious nipples and spanked you, you’d come so fast your head would be spinning.”
    I shivered, knowing he was right. I would. I was close as it was, teetering on the edge of release, my body both wound tight and floating in space. Feeling myself move, I realized Dylan was turning me, lifting me into his arms. He carried me through the penthouse and a few seconds later he lay me down in the bed, positioning my bandaged arm out to the side. The soft sheets were cool on my heated backside, a momentary distraction before his body came over mine, his hard cock pressing into me in a long, slow thrust that stretched me open.
    Just minutes ago, I’d wanted to run from the way Dylan overwhelmed me. Now it was everything, his body over me, his cock inside me. Everything I could touch, hear, smell, was all Dylan. I raised my legs around his hips, clamping my thighs tight, rocking up into him. If he’d gone a little faster, I would have come right away. As it was, I didn’t last more than a few minutes, driving my fingernails into his shoulders as I came. Dylan kept going in the same steady pace, his mouth on mine as pleasure rose again.
    Each time my hips rolled down, the tender, pink skin on my ass burned. Dylan’s sheets couldn’t have been any softer, but my ass was too tender from the spanking. The sparks of pain made the pleasure sharper, more acute. The second orgasm grew slowly, the stretch of Dylan’s cock inside me a fraction better each time he filled me, until I was again on the edge of coming. This time, he was with me. Tearing his mouth from mine, he called out my name as he came, his pounding cock taking me along with him.
    Before I could get my bearings, he was up, disappearing into the bathroom. He came out a few seconds later holding a wet washcloth. Careful of my arm, Dylan grabbed my legs and slid me to the side of the bed, spreading my legs wide. He couldn’t possibly be ready again. I could barely move.
    The warm, damp cloth pressed between my legs, stroking my still sensitive flesh. I tried to slam my legs closed, the intimacy too much. I already felt vulnerable. Dylan blocked me with his body. Before I could form a verbal protest, he was done. Tossing the washcloth back onto the bathroom floor, he picked me up and set me on my feet.
    “Breakfast should be waiting for us. Do you want a robe?” His green eyes twinkled at the question. Did he think I was going to say no? Maybe I’d eat breakfast naked one of these days, but not today.
    “Please.” He settled a thin, white, french terry robe around my shoulders. I wondered what else I had hanging in that closet. I hoped I’d have time to explore it later. Maybe when I found out what ‘later’ would bring.

3
Leigha
    A wheeled room service cart waited just outside the front door of the penthouse. Dylan rolled it in to the table where we’d eaten the day before. I took a seat, the smell of coffee and food reminding me I was hungry. Dylan put the covered plates, cups, and coffee on the table, then pushed away the cart. Before I realized what he was up to, he’d picked me up out of my seat, sat down in his own, and arranged me in his lap.
    “This is better,” he said into my ear. I squirmed on his lap, feeling weird about sitting there to eat. Wasn’t I too heavy? Putting a voice to my thoughts, I said,
    “I’ll crush your legs. I can sit in my own seat.” His arm tightened around my