Jessa James - Billionaire Bad Boys

Our breaths mingled as he slowly pushed into me, stretching me open, all the while watching me. God, he was big and I was tight. He'd said it and I knew it. I could feel how much I had to open for him to get that huge head into me. I could feel my eyes widen as he slowly claimed me.

This wasn't a quick fuck in the restroom. Carter was being gentle and thoughtful, considerate. He'd already had me come twice so far and he'd yet to come once. I was glad he'd prepared me because I hadn't been ready before.

I couldn't help but stiffen beneath him and winced with a hint of pain. It wasn't horrible but I had to wonder if he'd been lying. His cock was a monster.

“Carter—”

He didn't let me say more, for he took my mouth in a searing kiss as he cupped my breast, played with the nipple. I felt it go hard once again and I knew he was doing it to distract me, to make me feel good as I adjusted to his girth.

He sank in a little more, then pulled back. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he filled me. At least until he hit my barrier. It was going to hurt, I knew it. Carter's kiss went deeper, more carnal and I could only whimper. But then he surprised me by pinching my nipple. Hard.

I cried out against his mouth and he pushed all the way into me, breaking through that stupid hymen.

He lifted his head so I could catch my breath, panting at the feel of him. God, I was so filled. Yes, it had hurt, but not any longer. Now I just felt… breached. Open. Claimed. And my nipple tingled.

Leaning down, he took my abused nipple into his mouth and laved it, gently suckled. Clenching down on him, my inner walls pulsed and adjusted to being opened.

“Shh, just give it a minute,” he murmured, kissing up my body to my neck, my ear.

I realized my fingers were like claws in his biceps. Slowly, I relaxed, took another deep breath and loosened all my muscles.

God, it was perfect. H e was perfect. He could have rammed into me and made it just an experience. A quick fuck. This was so much more than that. He was making it a memory.

It was becoming impossible to lay still beneath him and so I shifted my hips ever so slightly to see what it was like.

“Give it a minute. You took eight inches on your first go and need time to adjust.” I could hear the tenderness in his voice, but also a rough bite that came with his restraint. I knew he wanted to move, needed it. Holding still was costing him. Sweat dotted his brow and his body was rigid.

Eight inches? Fuck.

His hand roamed my body, from face to breast, waist to hip, sliding down my leg to bend it up by his side. I'd completely forgotten I still wore my stockings and fuck-me heels.

Letting out a deep breath, I relaxed beneath him.

“Better?” he asked, stroking my hair back from my face. His dark gaze roved over my face.

“Better.”

It was. I just felt… filled now. It didn't hurt. In fact, I wanted him to move.

He pulled back about an inch and I could feel my eyes widen. I couldn't miss his grin. “Liked that?”

“Yes,” I breathed. Holy crap, that felt good. It was as if his cock stroked every nerve ending to life. Nerve endings I had no idea I even had.

“How about this?” He pulled out even more until just the flared head was held within me by my parted folds.

“Don't leave!” I cried, grabbing hold of his shoulders.

“Shh, I'm not going anywhere.” He pushed in slowly until I was filled again. “See?”

I tilted my head back and groaned. That felt so good. So fucking good I was going to come. His cock was that good. “Again.”

He pulled almost out, then filled me again, a little harder this time.

“Yes!”

I brought my other leg up by his hip.

“Wrap your legs around my waist and hang on.”

I did as he said and he started moving then. With my legs up, he somehow went in even deeper, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. There was no pain now. Nothing but pleasure.

His restraint was gone.

“You feel like heaven wrapped around my dick, wrapped around me. This is where I've wanted to be for the past year.”

Holy fucking hell. He was a talker during sex and I loved it. It was like word porn.

It was incredible.

He was incredible.

My breathing picked up as I moved, shifting my hips into his thrusts to learn what made it even better.

“You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you, sweetheart?”

Oh yes.

I nodded, licked my lips. I was just about there. His dick was magical and I couldn't resist. “Yes. I'm going to come. Oh. My. God. I'm going to—”

My inner walls clenched down on his cock, squeezing, milking, pulling him into me, never wanting to let him go. I rippled around him as I came. Sweat bloomed on my skin and I felt myself get even wetter. Really wet, so that when he fucked me, the sound of it filled the room. It was dark and carnal and dirty and yet… perfect. I was a naughty girl.

I couldn't hold back the scream. It was so good. Better than his fingers at the club, better than his mouth.

“Shit, your little pussy spasms are my undoing. And those heels in my ass. Fuck.”

He growled against my neck as I felt him swell within me, then stiffen. I knew he was coming, that his cum was filling the condom. It was right then I wished he was bare, that I could feel every inch of him, his hot seed coating me. Claiming me. I wanted to belong to Carter Buchanan.

He’d offered me just one night, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.

Emma

I woke on my side with Carter plastered to my back, his arm around my waist. The smile on my face was automatic and I laid perfectly still, staring at the wall, at the designer curtains, heavy mahogany furniture and cream colored carpet that looked thick enough to swim in.

Last night, I hadn’t noticed anything but the man I was with. Listening carefully to his steady, even breathing, I felt free to enjoy a few more minutes in this fantasy. Me, in bed, with Carter. If I closed my eyes and dismissed all logic, I might actually convince myself that I belonged here.

Way to get rid of the V-card with style. I mentally patted myself on the back and prepared for the pain I knew was coming.

I had to leave. The only thing more pathetic than having a one night stand with your billionaire boss was sticking around the next morning hoping for more than sex.

And there was no way in hell I was turning into that girl, no matter how much I wanted him. Sure, I’d been a virgin, but I wasn’t naïve enough to think it was anything more than hot, recreational sex between two consenting adults.

If I hadn’t already given my notice, I’d be freaking out right about now. But I had a nine o’clock meeting with my new financial team and only five more days in the Buchanan office. Which meant I would need to survive two more meetings between Carter and Ford. Two hours in Carter’s presence. And then? A new job. New people.

New life.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Seven, and I still had to get home, shower, and change into something respectable for my meeting.

With a sigh, I pulled free of Carter’s hold and slid out of bed. First thing I did was use my phone’s app to call a car. I watched the little dot work its way around the streets a few miles away. Six minutes. I had six minutes to be out front.

It didn’t take long to get dressed, because I hadn’t been wearing much. My panties were gone, nowhere to be seen. I still had on the garters and stockings, and my bra was on the floor next to Carter’s dress shirt. Unhooking the snagged and ruined stockings, I stripped them off and dropped them on the corner of the bed. I shimmied into my skirt and had the little pearl buttons done up on my blouse in record time. I was hopping on one foot, trying to get my heels on when I felt the energy in the room shift.