My Billionaire Boss (Book 2)(Erotic Romance) Read Online Free

wherever
they land.
     
    “ Shut up,” he says, pushing me down on the love seat and lifting my
bra to expose my breasts. His mouth takes no time in finding my most tender
nipple and enveloping it. Before I can register my surprise, his hand is
between my legs, diving under my skirt and yanking my panties down. I feel the
pressure of his palm against my labia then his finger diving in the folds of my
body, rubbing up and down. Each time his calloused fingertip rubs over my
clitoral hood I jump a bit and he suckles me harder, pain and pleasure mixing.
     
    He attempts to
mount me on the love seat but at his height it is impossible. Sighing, he takes
his mouth away from my breasts, pausing to look at the bruises he managed to
leave. Marcus puts his hands on my hips as if he is going to pick me up like a
cheerleader being elevated to the top of the pyramid. I start to shift so he
can get his arm around me to pick me up, but he just laughs and lifts me from
the hip twisting my body as I rise.
    My head is spinning
with the combination of arousal, confusion, desire and pleasure/pain. I feel
pressure against my tummy and realize he has bent me over the arm of the love
seat, my legs dangling down.  He gets up and I hear the buckle of his belt
jangling. Ice water fills my veins. Chloe wasn’t kidding! He is going to spank
me. 
     
    “ Wait, a minute…” I say, then I hear his zipper go down. Turning my
head, I notice his belt is on the floor, with his pants and underwear soon to
follow. I give a heavy sigh of relief until I feel the head of his cock running
up and down my slit the same way his finger did. My clit has risen from the
hood and registers sweet arousal as it rubs against the arm of the chair.
     
    “ Be quiet,” he commands, his voice the same harsh and stern one he
used in the meeting. His fingers make forward progress and soon they are in my
body, plunging back and forth drawing the attention of my entire being. I
realize I’ve been moving my hips up and down all along. I want him, and he
knows it. He reaches out with his other hand and pushes my head down against
the cushion.  I feel his penis at the opening of my channel, the head
stretching my vaginal opening. He stops at the entry, both of us aware my body
is rocking back and forth attempting to impale itself on his cock.
     
    He leans over my
body, his cock still bedeviling me and the weight of his strength pushing down
my back. I feel his hot breath as it tickles my ear.
     
    “ Say one word,” he hisses.  I am about to release at the
sensation of his breath against my ear and his tongue now running down the nape
of my neck. I attempt to imagine what the right thing to say might be, but
surrender to the reality that all I can think about is my throbbing swollen
clit begging for more.
     
    “ Please,” I gasp, and he plunges into me, his shaft pumping back
and forth as he holds my shoulders. The rough thrusts also press my pelvis
against the chair, the velvet fabric rubbing my clitoris into happy
oblivion.  He lifts his body off mine and continues thrusting, both hands
now holding my hips and pulling me back and forth as he pounds me.
     
    I feel myself
climbing quickly, the tone of his voice, the confidence of his approach and the
raw, beast-like thrusts taking me to the top faster than I have ever
been.  The sound of his balls slapping against my pussy echo through the
room (and probably all over Boston), as low moans and grunts issue from his
throat.
     
    “ I’m there, I’m there, I...ooooooooooooooooo.” My mind shatters
into a million fragments as the orgasm explodes in my mid-section. I grip the
cushion with both hands and shove my mouth down over the cover to mute the
scream tearing out of me without my consent or control. I’ve never been very
dramatic about sex and always thought screamers were just women playing a role.
But now, with the convulsions rocking the chair back and forth and my whole
body responding to my pulsing release,