Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance Read Online Free Page A

to access Monica’s breasts. “Why are you wearing this blasted thing?”
    “Because you liked it, sir. Don’t you remember?” One of the many items he picked up for her over the months on various shopping trips. “You said it accentuated my figure.”
    “It does, but I would like to get closer to your figure, and this thing won’t let me.”
    Finally, after much muttering and pulling on Monica’s dress, he had pulled the hem all the way up over her breasts. He laughed to find her braless; he cursed to find her wearing underwear. How dare she keep certain things the way they were supposed to be outside of sex?
    Yet Monica knew how this worked… understood how her relationship functioned. Unless she was ill or otherwise disinterested in sex, she had to be ready to go. That meant she wore a pair of underwear that was easy to pull aside and expose her wet slit.
    “Look at you,” Henry growled, his index finger lazily rubbing her clit between two inviting folds. Monica shuddered, whimpered, and melted against the wall. “All that for me. I don’t dare let you have all of it.”
    “I would never,” Monica said between gasps of delight. Henry’s finger came precariously close to entering her more than once. “It’s all for you, sir. You did it, so it’s only right that you get to take it as your spoils.”
    “My spoils?” Henry pulled his hand up and touched the corner of Monica’s mouth. “Taking the princess metaphor a bit too far. You’re making me think you’re locked in a tower, lustful as hell and without a man’s touch for years…”
    “And then you come along, raid my kingdom, break in, and fuck me hard in my bed just as I’ve been praying for all these years. Yes, Henry. Yes. Fuck me.”
    “What do we say?”
    Monica’s lip twitched. “Fuck me, please, sir. ”
    Henry hoisted her legs into the air, wrapping both around his waist as he rubbed his cock in her wetness. “No, Princess. Beg for it.”
    There were voices out in the hallway. Had a half hour passed already? Was everyone heading to dinner? Did James show up with a huge gotcha to his guests? Did Monica give a shit?
    Certainly not. She was needy, she was pinned against a wall with her Dom between her legs, and she had a cock the size of her dreams begging to enter her.
    “Please, sir,” she whimpered, trying to sound as vulnerable as possible. She imagined herself that princess in the tower, watching her kingdom burn miles away while the general knocked down her door and stood before her bed. Her core ached to be touched. Her breasts begged for attention. Her mouth wanted to be kissed again and again. She imagined herself, as this princess, possibly looking at her death, but also looking at many ways to salvation. I would strip myself bare and beg to be taken by him, the worthy man who has won my kingdom and my body. Even if this princess weren’t made a queen under the regime, she would still gladly give up everything if it meant sexual relief for the first time in years. “Fuck me now.”
    “I will.” Henry’s tip pushed into her, making Monica groan into his shoulder. “But you have to be quiet. Can’t have the other guests hearing what you sound like when taking my cock. That’s only for me to enjoy.”
    “Yes, sir.” Monica tried to keep her eyes open, but they were rolling far into the back of her head from the relief Henry offered. Even though only his tip was inside her, she opened, her arousal spilling down her skin and down his shaft. “I’ll be quiet, Mr. Warren.”
    “Good. Because if you make a sound loud enough for them to hear, I will pull out whether you’ve climaxed or not. Do you understand?”
    Monica nodded. She no longer had any words.
    She also had no more bearings… for Henry thrust into her, filling every crevice of her being with his cock.
    The man told her to be quiet, so she was quiet… but they weren’t quiet. Henry grunted into Monica’s throat, and every thrust of his hips slammed