While I did, Tempest followed close behind with her hand, moving down the midline of her body, gliding across her feminine softness until at last, she reached her clit. Wasting no time, she started to circle it, grinding her hips up at the same time. With her other hand, she covered a breast, groping and kneading her flesh.
Her fingers started to flick, dancing with furious strokes across her pink, exposed flesh. Tempest began to gulp for air, gasping and rasping, her stomach rising and falling with the approach of her release.
I plowed into her. The sight of her touching herself swelled my erection to new levels, bordering on painful. Every muscle in my body fired, fusing together for the purpose of satisfying her need and quenching my desire. Nothing would stand in my way of making both those fucking things happen.
Nothing.
29
Making It Official (Tempest)
The soreness of having Dorian’s huge cock inside of me faded into a kind of numb bliss hours ago. The truth was I’d probably never get used to it. I didn’t care.
I opened my eyes, filling my gaze with the spectacular vision of his rock hard torso, thrusting against me. My nerve endings burned, transferring the heat between my thighs and focusing it on my clit.
“I’m coming.” I moaned. “I’m coming, baby.”
Dorian drove inside, filling me completely. I knew from the way his body moved, from the way his cock thickened inside of me, he was on the verge as well.
“Come with me,” I hissed. “Come inside of me.”
“Shit!” he yelled.
Dorian tightened his grip on the crease in my hips, pulling me against his pelvis and holding me there. That was enough to send me right to the brink. I rubbed my clit with ferocity, every tick of the clock bringing me closer and closer.
And then… it happened.
I arched my lower back. “It’s… I’m coming! Baby! Baby!”
“Yeah, yes!” Dorian grunted, grinding into me with a relentless force. “Go baby, go!”
The sensation swirled low in my abdomen, gathering and building. In seconds, it swept through me in pulses, shocks radiating all over my body. Shaking, I held my finger on my clit, hoping to sustain the moment for as long as possible. I lurched up, hooking my free hand around Dorian’s thick neck and upper back muscles.
“Shit!” I screamed. “Oh yes, I… I!”
Dorian thrusted inside of me, those muscular hips slamming into my pelvis. His huge balls contracted, thick pulses of his manhood streaming into me.
“Fuck!” he yelled! “Fuuuuccckk!”
My climax sent my entire body into a series of convulsions. Desperate for all he had to give, I reached up with both hands and dug my fingers into his ass. His entire backside contracted hard, flexing forward and driving his dick deep inside, deeper than it had ever been before.
Our lips crashed together in wild celebration of our first shared orgasm. We rocked and shook in each other’s arms, the heaven of mutual climaxes consuming us. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect, more dreamlike, more an expression of utter joy.
That is, until the front door opened.
“Hello?”
Ah-Ainsley? But she was supposed to be… Wha?
“Dor-!” I whispered, slapping him. “Ains… Oh fuck, fuck!”
It was hopeless. Frankly, I was beyond the point of caring. Yeah, she was supposed to be gone. Maybe she changed her mind, who knew? Covered in sweat on the kitchen counter and in the middle of body shattering climaxes, there was nothing we could do except… enjoy it.
And that’s exactly what we did. Without words, we communicated with each other nothing would stand in the way of our happiness, of our love for each other.
Nothing and no one, especially not Ainsley.
Dorian never stopped thrusting, letting out a primal grunt to make his point.
Seconds later, Ainsley cleared her throat. “Have fun.”
The front door closed.
Soon after, we collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing. Once that subsided, I poked him.
“I thought you said she was out all night.”
“Yeah.”
“But she…”
He cut me off. “I think it’s time for Ainsley to get her own place. I’ll talk to her about it.”
“She’s not all bad.”
Dorian smiled at me. “The two of you are friends now, aren’t you?”
“We have our ups and downs but more good than bad.”
Dorian pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “We can deal with Ainsley later. Not now though, babe. Not tonight.”
Honestly, it was nice not to be at war with her anymore. This was where I belonged now. This was my new family. I smiled back at him.
“I love you, babe.” Dorian continued. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
I draped my arms around his neck, smiling at him. Was this real? Even after all this time, I still had trouble believing it. Dorian leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. The sweet taste of his mouth was all the proof I needed.
“Soon as your dad is out, we’ll make it official. I promise.”
“I know,” I began, reaching up and running my fingers through his hair. “I’m not worried in the least.”
A sudden, mischievous smile spread wide across his face.
“What?” I asked, suddenly concerned.
Dorian didn’t say a word, only lifted me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Let’s go shower woman, it’s time to get you dirty again.”
I wanted to slap him, kiss him, hug him. But, more than anything, I wanted to love him like I’d never loved anyone before and never would again. He swept me into his arms, leaving the chaos of the kitchen behind and heading towards the stairwell.
Hanging over his shoulder, I looked down and watched his hard ass as he started to walk up them, knowing I’d be the only woman to get a look at that, forever.
I smiled.
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Billionaire’s Pursuit
Never Never Man Series - Book #1
Billionaire’s Pursuit
Never Never Man Series (Book #1)
© 2016 by Sloan Storm.
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Published in the United States of America.
First published in March, 2015.
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