Victoria The Billionaires Maid

He grabbed my ankle and widened my legs before fitting his shoulders between my thighs. “Oh, there’s no way we’re going fast.” He grinned up at me and I was relieved to see the thrill in his eyes again.

Challenge accepted.

I could see the change building inside of him. I was pretty sure I was in a lot of damn trouble.

When he lowered his head and slipped two fingers along my slit, I fell back against the pillows with a groan.

He looked up from between my thighs. “Let’s just make sure you’re ready for me. Now that I know I need to be a little more careful.”

“Not too careful.”

“It’s not supposed to hurt.”

“How many virgins have you deflowered, buddy?”

He twirled his tongue around my clit. “Just one.”

When I tensed, he grinned. “This one.”

“Oh.”

“So it’s technically a first time for both of us.” He rolled his hips into the mattress and I was suddenly very jealous of the high thread count sheets and his cotton underwear.

I wanted him to roll those hips against me, dammit.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m a big guy. I’m used to having to get a woman ready for me.”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you.”

He grinned then dragged the flat of his tongue over my center. “Jealous?”

“How would you like it if I was talking about another cock inside me right now?”

His nostrils flared again. “I’ll be the only one inside this pussy from now on.”

“You don’t own me or my pussy.”

He dragged in a breath and slipped those two fingers in further. I arched under him and groaned when he stretched me further. He went at my clit as a man possessed. I slapped the mattress and bowed up and pushed pillows out of the way as he drove me up and through another orgasm.

Not sweetly.

No, I’d asked for the sweet Seth to step aside and it seemed like that was exactly what I was getting.

Part of me wanted to tweak the demon out again, but I couldn’t quite breathe yet. The lights in the bedroom were sparking and my thighs wouldn’t stop quivering.

“Mine,” he muttered and went in for another round

I was weak and my elbow collapsed beneath me as I giggled my way through the band of hysteria around my chest. How many orgasms were too many?

He blew over my clit and I shuddered and tried to roll away from him. “Seth, please.”

“I like when you say that word.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

He inched up my body finally and settled his hips between my thighs. He pressed his cock against my pussy and I cried out. Christ, I might just come from that little touch.

Every nerve ending was firing and my synapses had crossed and recrossed until I was so wrung out, I was ready to flip him over and take care of things myself.

Too bad he was so goddamn tall. And the endless flexing muscles of his shoulders and thighs were deceptively heavy.

A perfect kind of heavy.

One I could become addicted to.

No. Don’t go there, girl.

I sifted my fingers through his sweaty hair and gave him a long lazy kiss. He groaned against my lips and his hips shifted. God, yes. Finally.

“I need you inside me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s not like you have a damn python in your pants.” I stroked my fingers down the intricate tattoo along his left arm. I rarely got to see it since he was almost always dressed for business, but the white snow leopard was stunning. Using his skin tone and a deft hand, the artist created a stunning animal that climbed up his arm and over part of his shoulder. I leaned over and licked the muscles that twitched and flowed under the art.

The cat’s blue eyes were sharp and assessing, and the claws and jaw were in mid-attack. Just like him. Sleek and panther-like, with a bite that could surprise you when you weren’t paying attention.

He finally lowered his boxer briefs and butted the head of his cock along my pussy. He leaned down and tugged at my lower lip. “Someday I want to watch these full lips widen around me. Take me deep.”

I swallowed a shuddering breath. I wanted that too. I wanted everything.

He reached for the bedside table and a black wrapper sitting on the corner.

My eyebrows shot up. Everyone, even a virgin, knew what a black-labeled condom meant. He slid the length of his cock along the outside of my lips until the flared head rested right above my slit.

Good grief, he wasn’t being boastful with the Magnum condom.

I was a dead woman.

He leaned back until he was kneeling between my legs and I was suddenly worried that maybe I wasn’t ready for this. As he rolled the condom over his length, the almost angry hue of his cock made me wonder just how on edge he was.

I looked a little closer at his face. Because, seriously, I needed to not look at that monster between his damn legs. Sweet merciful heaven. There was a tension around his eyes and his lips were pinched. He’d been giving me the royal treatment to make sure this night was amazing for me.

Now I’d have to figure out how to give some of that back.

I reached up to cover his hand at the base of his cock and pulled him back down over me. The tension I’d been trying to avoid suddenly didn’t seem to be so overwhelming. I guided him between my legs and he slowly slid inside. My body was never going to be ready for him, not to this level.

Not until he stretched me and made me his.

He paused and blew out a slow breath. I reached around him and gripped his ass to pull him deeper.

“Ally-” But he groaned and his head tipped back. His neck rippled with each swallow and the tendons raised in reaction.

I let out my slow breath as I took him deeper, stretching, opening. But then he was just mine.

Just everything.

I wrapped myself around him and my hips lifted to meet him as he slowly withdrew and pushed forward. “God,” he muttered against my neck.

I tightened my grip around his shoulders and my legs around his hips until we were moving as one. I wanted more. I wanted it harder. Some part of me was craving the stretch, but he kept each stroke measured.

He reached between us and suddenly, with a few flicks of his talented fingers, he tripped me back into the whirling pleasure. He’d truly primed me for this moment. He pumped inside of me a few more times, his rough movements just what I needed, and I cried out.

I wasn’t ready to be done. But the orgasm slammed into me just the same, and the chain reaction seemed to pull him under too.

My name was a prayer on his tongue as he kissed me through the end of his release. I encircled his shoulders and held on as he shook over me, and there was an overwhelming sense of peace that flowed through his muscles.

He rolled off of me and disposed of the condom with tissues from the bedside table. His eyes were so heavy, I wasn’t sure he was still awake.

When he rolled me under him and threw a thigh over me, I knew he was half asleep. The actual confirmation came a moment later when he softly snored in my ear.

“Seriously?”

I tried to move him, but I was utterly pinned.

Afterglow, my ass. He had tapped out.