Free Pawn of the Billionaire by Kristin Frasier, Abigail Moore

A tiny gasp, and then I found myself yielding, my mouth opening to his probing demand, and an answering throbbing from my pussy lips and a gush of dampness. I was so ready for this.
    In the background my mind was telling me that this was too soon, it couldn’t possibly last, and I was setting myself up for heartbreak later on. But the foreground of my mind was screaming to continue, to take what happiness and closeness I could get, and that this opportunity was too good to miss.
    A slight, far-distant fear of being interrupted by one of his staff lent a delicious forbidden frisson of excitement down my spine and I was almost ready to come, much too soon. His tongue traced my teeth, pushed, demanded, controlled and his hand tangled in my hair, drawing my head closer to his demanding kiss.
    His other hand touched me, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb sliding over the fabric hiding my nipple and I couldn’t contain my moan as my body twisted closer to his.
    And then he drew his mouth away, and I was in his arms, all of me, being carried as if I weighed nothing at all, and he took me through to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He laid me down on the bed, and I stared up at him standing above me, his eyes raking the length of my body, and I let my eyes drift down him too, almost shocked to see the bulge in his pants. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands beginning to unbutton my shirt.
    Slowly, so slowly, he stripped me, his hands everywhere, not allowing me to help, sitting beside me as I lay there, his head bent over mine, his lips exploring each part of me as he bared it. His sexy scruff of stubble tantalized my skin and very soon my over sensitized nerve endings had me writhing beneath his hands.
    “James!” I heard my pleading, begging gasp and wondered at the new me. I’d never, never felt this way before, and I wondered if I could survive feeling like this for long.
    Then his hand smoothed its way down my body, tracing a fiery path along my skin, and his hand slipped between my thighs, slick with my juices. My hips thrust upwards, pushing closer to him and his invading hand, and his smile reached his eyes.
    “Are you ready for me, my sweet Antonia?” His finger parted my folds and his thumb found the center of my throbbing need.
    As he pinched my clit, I jerked in response “Ah!!” And his hand explored deeper, his finger pushing in, into my waiting core. I couldn’t control my breathing, loud and ragged in my own ears, and my heart raced out of control. “Please, please, James.” I begged. I wanted him, wanted to be fucked, needed release more than anything else.
    He shifted around to face my body as, still fully dressed, he continued to explore my secret places. His thumb was still circling and pressing my clit while his fingers were deep inside me, thrusting and rubbing my G-spot. His other hand slipped upwards, circled my nipple, pinched the pebbled erect nub, and I arched my body, throwing my head back at the overload of sensation.
    “Come for me, Toni. Let me see you fall apart, come now.” His voice was soft and gentle, though the sense of command was still there, and I was so ready, I felt my thighs clench around his hand, and my pussy began to convulse around his fingers. The embarrassment I felt at losing control in front of him was overruled by my body and as the spasms spread down my limbs I clenched my eyes shut, watching the stars spread behind my clenched lids. His soft laugh was almost drowned out by the roaring tide in my ears as I came, lost control and knew that my life would never be the same.
    James’ hands smoothed over my tender, swollen flesh as I came back to Earth. “There, Toni. You’re beautiful when you come.” His hands stroked, pleasured, explored me, and my sensitive skin was teased into beginning to become aroused all over again.
    Then he was standing above me, and he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His lean, toned shoulders and abs made my insides