The Tycoon's Secret
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She was speaking quickly, obviously becoming more nervous with each calculated move he made in her direction.
His excitement grew. He’d never force a woman to have sex with him – there was no need for that. If she was fearful or disgusted by his advances, he’d easily walk away – but no, that wasn’t what she was expressing at all.
Each step he took closer to her, caused her breath to hitch, her eyes to widen. Her body was just as on fire as his, her gown hiding nothing from his view. He saw the way her nipples beaded underneath the revealing fabric. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He lifted his hands as he slowly and carefully began undoing his tie, his eyes never leaving hers. He deliberately ran the expensive silk through his fingers as he undid the knot, then left the ends hanging down the front of his shirt.
Her eyes moved from his to the base of his throat where his fingers were starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, deliberately, one by one. He watched as she swallowed, her lips then parting as her breaths began coming out in shallow pants.
“I’m sorry I’ve neglected you this week, Sierra. I’ll make sure to not do that again. From this second on, I’ll give you plenty of…work… to do,” he crooned, his lips turning up in a satisfied grin. Oh yes, he could think of many, many ways Sierra could work on him.
He was starting to forget all about revenge as he began focusing solely on pleasure. Before he had a chance to worry about that thought, Sierra spoke again.
“That’s really great. We’ll definitely come up with a game plan tomorrow. Night, Damien,” she whispered as she reached her room. She pushed her hand against the door, trying to shut it in his face. He slid his foot out, stopping it from closing.
“We aren’t done speaking, Sierra, not by a long shot,” he said as he easily pushed the door back open, steadily hunting her as she looked around the room for an escape route.
“I’m really tired, Damien,” she said as she covered her mouth and imitated an impressively fake yawn.
“You don’t look tired, Sierra. You look hungry, in need, wanting…” he countered as he reached his last button. “I can help with all of that.”
She stopped at his words, her chest heaving as he seduced her with nothing more than a few sentences. He stepped up to her, his shirt falling to the ground before he reached out his arms and placed both hands on either side of the small indent of her waist.
She craned her neck back, her wide eyes meeting his desire filled depths. He was holding back by not immediately capturing her lips. He knew he could make her submit with nothing more than one kiss, but he wanted her to ask.
He needed her to quiver with desire for him, beg him to take her. He had to have her – but he had to have her shaking with need.
“What do you want, Sierra? What do you need?”
He pulled against her body, bringing her soft curves into contact with his heated skin. A soft moan escaped his throat at the pleasure of feeling her pressed up against him for the first time.
She was about ten inches shorter than him, her breasts rubbing against the lower part of his chest, her hot core just out of reach.
He moved his hands lower, slid them over the slick satin of her gown, his fingers skimming the round curve of her butt, as he pulled her even more tightly against him.
Sierra’s breathing quickened while in his arms, but she didn’t say anything, her head falling forward so he could no longer see her eyes. She didn’t try to pull away, but she hadn’t reached for him yet.
It wasn’t good enough.
He slowly backed her up, his leg sliding between her sweet thighs with each small step they took, as if they were slowly dancing in the dim room.
“As soon as you admit you want this, want me, I’m going to take your mouth, slide my tongue inside your lush lips, then taste your sweetness. After I have you begging me for air, I’ll move down the column of your throat, find every sensitive point in your body, before I cup your soft breasts in my hands and devour them with my mouth,” he whispered, his tongue sliding out and caressing the edge of her earlobe.
His already throbbing arousal jumped when she groaned from deep within her throat.
He reached up and gripped her hair, slowly pulling her face back from his chest so he could look into her half-opened, desire-filled eyes.
“Tell me you want me, Sierra. Say you want me to make you scream,” he commanded, his lips lightly brushing hers as he spoke, getting just the barest of her taste on him, making him regret his power game.
She shook her head a very minuscule amount as her lips opened in invitation. She wanted him, she just didn’t want to say the words.
He needed her to admit it out loud. He wouldn’t allow her to come back with regrets or accusations later.
“I’m going to take you tonight, Sierra. I’m going to pleasure you over and over again, make your body burn for hours, make you come so long, you’ll beg for it to stop. When you think you can’t take any more, I’m going to start all over again, rekindle the burning embers inside you. You’ll cry my name all night long. All of this will start as soon as you say a few simple words,” he promised.
She again was silent. He smiled. He wouldn’t enjoy this so much if she submitted too easily. If he wanted a submissive woman, he could’ve taken his ex home, or any number of the women in the downstairs lounge.
No.
He wanted Sierra, her fire, her spunk, the yearning desire dancing off of her. Just the feel of her in his arms was both a relief and a burning sensation. The touch of his sold arousal against the soft smoothness of her stomach was pleasurable in a way he couldn’t ever remember feeling before.
With the slightest touch of her small fingers wrapping around his stiff erection, he’d be done. She had no clue how much power she held at that moment. Heaven help him if she figured it out.
He took a step back, triumph racing through him at the look of lust-filled panic in her face. He didn’t retreat far, just enough to begin undoing his pants. He watched her body quiver as he quickly unhooked his belt, then slid his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, his thick shaft standing up on his body.
Without pausing, he reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulled out a foil wrapper, setting it aside. He didn’t want to lose his mind later and forget to use protection once she was calling out his name.
Her eyes moved down his now completely naked torso and widened at the sight of his erection. Her look made him throb, need burning through him. He watched as her small fingers clenched at her sides, as if she was fighting the desire to reach out and touch him.
He wanted those fingers clenched around his most sensitive body part, wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything. He needed the pleasure her grip would bring him.
“Do you like what you see? A few words and the hunger burning through you will be sated…repeatedly,” he promised as he moved up to her again, his body twisting so his arousal was touching her hip, close to where her hand was clenched.
She moaned again as his naked body came in contact with her, the satin robe not much of a barrier between them. The feel of the slick material against his naked body was exquisite. He shifted his body, gently rubbing against her, and it was his turn to moan.
“Yes,” she finally whispered – the word barely audible over the pounding in his ears.
“More, Sierra, I need more,” he growled, his hunger making him grow impatient.
He moved his hands back around her, his fingers swiftly moving to the bottom of her nightgown, lifting it upward, sliding along her silky smooth thighs.
A shudder racked through her, the movement echoing in him, as well. Her highly aroused state was beginning to make him shake with longing. He was only seconds from devouring her, spreading her milky thighs apart so he could plunge deep inside, ride her luscious body hard, and make her shatter into a million pieces of pleasure.
She’d be his then – his to pleasure until neither of them could walk. Each time she cried out in ecstasy, he’d fall with her, relieve the almost constant pain inside him since their long jet ride together.
“Take me, Damien, please,” she cried, anger and desire fighting for dominance in her voice. Her hand reached out and gripped him, her fingers tightening around his arousal, causing moisture to escape its head as her thumb rubbed across the sensitive tip.
“Oh, I’m too far gone for you to do that,” he groaned, trying to pull from her tight grasp. She gripped tighter, rubbing her thumb across his peak again, causing more moisture to spill, then using it to lubricate her hand, sliding it quickly up and down his erection.
“Enough,” he cried before gripping her butt in his hands. When he felt that she indeed wasn’t wearing panties, a guttural cry escaped his throat. He lifted her, thrilled when her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.
With her face lined up with his, he bent forward, his lips taking hers in an urgent kiss. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to her as she tilted her head to allow him better access. He tasted her lips, consumed her mouth as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the slick heat of her smooth core resting against his hard staff.
He moved back and forth, his erection easily sliding along the outside of her heat, her moisture coating him, heating him, sending him over the edge of sanity.
“You’re so wet, so hot,” he groaned as he pulled back from her mouth, taking in a breath of needed air.
“Take me, Damien. I’m wet for you. I need you. Please. I need you to end the ache,” she begged.
Her words stripped him of the last of his control. He lost all sanity as he felt her heat drip onto his shaft, naturally lubricating him.
He sheathed himself, then stepped toward the wall, pushing her back against it, anchoring her body in place. He held tightly to her hips as he brought his body back, poising the head of his thick shaft at her entrance. He leaned back, her hands still gripping his shoulders, her head thrown back against the wall with her mouth open and her eyes closed.
The sight of her smooth, wet opening nearly made him explode before he could slide inside her. With slow precision, he positioned himself at her entrance, circling the head of his erection against her lubricated opening and then finally started sliding inside.
“So unbelievably hot,” he groaned as her heat enveloped him.
“Yes, more,” she demanded, trying to buck her hips forward.
“Yes,” he cried as he moved his hand back to her hip and surged forward, his desire causing him to thrust hard.
Sierra’s eyes snapped open, her body immediately tensing as she cried out – not in pleasure. He felt the tight resistance of her body as his iron hardness plunged through her innocence.
“You’re a virgin?” he gasped, his mind barely able to grasp the reality of what he’d just done.
“No,” she lied as her face grimaced and she moved her hips, trying to accommodate his girth.
He was too large to have taken her like that for the first time. He should’ve worked the area, eased into her, taken his time. He shouldn’t even be doing what he was doing. He’d only been with one virgin before and he’d been eighteen and stupid.