Free Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Obsession (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) by Kaycee Kline Page B

wanting, moving over every inch of my body. In a way, I felt empowered and invigorated. This was a feeling I had never known and part of me welcomed it.
                  My body was his and he knew it, knew there was nothing that I could do about it, even if I wanted to. I could tell that the sense of power turned him on and I felt his breath run over my neck, grazing gently with his lips.
                  I moaned softly under his touch and I could feel his lips contort into a smile against my breast, revealing his sharp teeth as he took my erect nipple into the warmth of his mouth. “Mmm,” I breathed as I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to bury his face even deeper into my chest. He continued to suck and lick both of my nipples, giving them equal attention, when suddenly I felt his long fingers caressing my wet slit. “Oooh, yes!” I gasped, unable to control myself as I writhed my wet bare mound against his fingers.
                  I could feel him grin as he pulled his head away from my chest, “You like that, baby?” he asked and I shook my head yes, biting my lower lip in embarrassment. “Mm. I thought so. No need to be embarrassed. It's okay to feel good,” he said then he pulled his fingers away, leaving me wanting more.
                  “But now it's my turn. Bend over you little slut,” he commanded as he spun me around and shoved me face first, down onto what felt like a glass table—much like the one that I sat at during my interview. The coldness of the glass against my cheek took me by surprise and I gasped at the sensation. Spencer laughed, “I want to make good use of that wet slit of yours.”
                  I felt the head of his cock probing the entrance to my hole, then suddenly it was deep inside of me with no room to spare. I let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure as he shoved it deeper and deeper until I felt like I was about to be ripped in half. Spencer leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I know you love it, you little slut. Don't you?” I winced in pain, but he insisted, “Tell me that you love it when I fuck you.”
                  He pulled my hair back so hard that my face came off the table as he rammed himself inside of me, using my hair as leverage to shove his cock deeper. “I love it when you fuck me,” I cried, gasping for air—and in that moment I was telling the truth. Every thrust massaged me deep inside, in all the right places and I couldn't help but match his movements with a counter-thrust. This seemed to get him worked up because he started panting and moaning, “Yes, baby. Mmm. I know you love it when I fuck you. And I'm going to shoot my load up inside your tight little pussy and there's nothing you can do about it,” he panted as he kissed the back of my neck.
                  “Oooh, Spencer. Yes! Please. I want it so bad,” I squealed with pleasure as he pumped his cock deep inside of me. And then before I could say or do anything else, with one final thrust, he let all of himself go. I felt the hot load dripping down around his cock, overflowing at my entrance and then suddenly he pulled out and I could hear him gathering his clothes, getting himself dressed again.
                  “Don't move,” he commanded gruffly.
                  “Okay,” I laughed nervously and bit my lip, “That was amazing, Spencer.”
                  “Yeah, I didn't mind it,” he said dismissively. “Keep your blindfold on. I’ve got another surprise for you.”
                  “What kind of surprise?” I asked, still lying over the table with my ass up in the air. “I mean, honestly I expected our first time to be a bit more..romantic, but that...well, it wasn't disappointing,” I giggled.
                  All of a sudden I heard him walk over to the door and open it, then heard it shut behind