Free His Secret Muse: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Linnea May Page A

what you want, huh," he says.
    His grip around me tightens. He pulls me against his body, deliberately pushing his hips forward so that I can feel it. I can feel his hard erection poking against my lower belly through the fabric of his pants.
    Fuck, he feels enormous.
    "Yes," I hiss. "Please, fuck me."
    "Well, we'll see about that," he says. "But you're right, you deserve something."
    Before I get a chance to ask what this something might be, he lifts his arms and gently pushes me backward towards the couch behind me.
    "Sit down," he orders. "If you can."
    He winks at me, suggesting that my behind might still hurt too much to be able to sit down on it. I know it will sting a little, but this thought is not what makes me hesitate as I try to process his command.
    And again he is reading my mind.
    "I don't care if you leave a wet spot and drool all over it," he adds. "It's mine."
    I blush. Geez, why does he have to be so... direct?
    "Yes, Sir," I whisper and sit down on the sofa as he told me to.
    He places himself in front of me so that his crotch is directly in front of my face.
    My eyes widen with excitement when he unzips his slacks. With one quick move, he has moved his boxer briefs aside, and his erection springs free only inches from my nose.
    My eyes widen with excitement at the sight of it. It is as big as I suspected, straight and erect with considerable girth. The tip glistens with precum.
    I look up at him, unsure if I am allowed to act on my own behalf.
    He nods. "Good girl. You may play with it."
    I smile and wrap my right hand around him. My fingertips barely touch as they reach around it, and my hands aren't really that small to begin with.
    We both moan when I take him between my lips, gently licking and sucking at his wet tip.
    I did this.
    This man, Cedric Crow, the famous and stupidly rich writer that so many women admire and lust after is rock hard because of me. I never thought that a blowjob could ever make me feel this powerful. 
    I take him in deeper, sucking and craving his cock as if I would starve without it. His deep moans spur me on to give him my best. I have always enjoyed giving blowjobs, and I know that I am not bad at them, especially when I am in a state of crazy arousal as I am right now.
    I want him to be where I am. Dizzy, craving, desperate for more.
    I succeed.
    He suddenly withdraws himself, leaving me with saliva running down my cheeks as I look up at him.
    "Turn around," he orders, pushing me by the shoulder.
    I quickly do as I am bidden and hear him rip a plastic package, probably of a condom that he produced from god knows where.
    He is quick. I gasp as he enters me from behind with one deep shove, just moments after I turned my back to him. He feels amazing, but big, so freakishly big. I know that the position doesn't help matters, since doggy style does make every man feel a lot bigger than missionary would. But I don't think anyone has ever stretched me as much as he is right now.
    He grabs me by the hair at the back of my head and pushes my face down into the cushions. My moans are suffocated when he starts fucking me, truly fucking me. His thrusts are just as brutal and merciless as his spanking.
    He keeps me pinned down. I am unable to move while my ass is sticking up in the air, and he adds thrust after thrust, pushing inside me with such force that the stretching sensation of his cock is unfurling through my entire body.
    I am so tense and ready after all this build-up that I can feel my orgasm approach with eerie certainty.
    I flinch and cry out when he leans over and starts playing with my clit without continuing his sweet, sweet shoves inside me.
    "No, no!" I protest. "I'm gonna come-"
    "Good," he pants. "I want you to. Now!"
    I explode on command. My vision blurs as my climax takes over, finally giving me the release I craved so much.
    My muscles clench around his hard cock as waves of pleasure run through my body. The tensions are so strong and violent that I know he