Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) Read Online Free Page B

with you. Perhaps I should please you now, eh?”
      Olivia looked into his bright blue eyes and was lost. “Whatever pleases you, Sir, will please me.”
      “Right answer, Olivia. I may let you be my little pet. I’m going to fuck you from behind, baby, fuck you hard and fast, in a few moments, when I’m ready. So, to inspire me to get hard again, I want you to stay kneeling, but now, I want you to move back, so that I’ve got a good view of you, kitten. Push your knees wider apart, and I want you to play with your clit, and plunge your fingers inside yourself, while I watch you…I want you wet, very, very wet, dripping wet. And look at me, Olivia. Don’t take your eyes off mine.”
      Olivia was very embarrassed. “I’ve never done this before, Sir, so you may have to instruct me…please forgive my ignorance, but I’ve never…played with myself…”
      “Really?” Graeme’s tone told her he didn’t believe her.
      “Really,” she replied earnestly. “My grandmother caught me once, touching myself when I was about fourteen, and she gave me such a beating, and told me I was evil…I’ve never done it since.”
      “Well your grandmother is not here, Olivia, and if you don’t do it, I shall beat you harder…” but Graeme was smiling.
      Olivia smiled back at him. “I’ll try, Sir, and if I’m not doing it right, perhaps you could take your hand and show me?”
      “Try on your own first, Olivia.”
      Olivia rubbed her little nub with her right hand, while she tentatively dipped her left forefinger in and out of her slit.  It felt so good, that soon she had two fingers plunging in and out, faster and faster. Her breathing became heavier, and her eyes half closed…
      “Open your eyes, Olivia, and look into my eyes…you’re doing well, pet, see, look down, my cock is almost hard enough now, ah, I see you like the look of that, Olivia…good…no, kitten, you can’t come, I’ll tell you when you can come, when I fuck you hard.”
      He pulled her up and leaned her over one or the sofa’s wide arms, pulled her legs wide apart. She heard foil tearing and then, without warning he grunted and drove straight into her, hard and fast. He stopped abruptly and pulled out.
      “Christ, Olivia, why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin? How bloody old are you anyway?”
      “Twenty, nearly twenty one. I started with the Bank when I was sixteen. Oh, please don’t stop, Sir, I want you so badly…”
      “Right,” he grunted. “If you want it girl, you’re going to get it …”
      He paused and smiled. A virgin. The girl was a virgin, pure, untouched, clean!
      “Yes!” he said to himself and yanked the condom off.
      Graeme pulled her up and flipped her around so she was facing him and sank to the floor with her. They were lying on the plush oriental rug in front of the fire now.
      “I can’t take your cherry without looking into your eyes, Olivia. Keep them open!”
      Olivia stopped breathing as she looked into those bright blue eyes looming above her. His knee pushed her legs apart, and then there he was, poised at her entrance…she gasped….
      He thrust back into her, and stilled, letting her body adjust to his girth, and when he decided she was ready he started to thrust harder and harder, deeper, faster.
      The first drive of his shaft broke through her membrane, and she felt sharp pain, but then...then her hips started to move with his, and her breath grew ragged and the quivering started in her belly…and she could feel her muscles grabbing him, pulling him deeper, deeper…it was heaven…
      “Come now, Olivia, come now, around me…” he ground deeper into her and filled her so completely. She felt herself convulse around his thick, long cock and shatter. Another thrust, and she felt him spurt into her womb…then she blacked out.
      She came to in his arms lying beside him as he stroked her face softly.   “Oh, baby, that was so good. I haven’t