Page 68 of Conning the Billionaire
Yeah, it stung.
Yeah, she deserved it.
Harder.
Micah unzipped his fly and dragged his underwear down, and his thick cock bounced back against the flat planes of his stomach. He reached over to the nightstand drawer and slapped a condom on himself.
God, he was sexy, with broad shoulders and a tight waist, his whole torso rippled with muscle.
She might as well enjoy her last two days with him.
He shoved her legs dangling over the edge of the bed farther apart and held himself against her center.
Kylie found the floor with her toes, still wearing high heels, and braced her feet.
His tip nudged inside her, the beginning of intrusion, and he held himself there.
As she looked back over her shoulder, Micah looked up, his gray eyes sparkling with teal and blue. “Your body is mine to do with what I want. That was the deal, right?”
Kylie nodded.
“Let’s hear it.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice catching in her throat.
He pressed more into her, too much fullness inside that made Kylie ache for more.
He growled, “I’m going to use your body. You’re going to lay on this bed all goddamn day and night, and when I want to take you, I will. You want to be a goddamn comare, you’re gonna learn how to lay there and take it. You got that?”
She nodded. His knife-edged intensity was terrifying, and her heart stuttered faster in her chest. Threatening her with his cock inside her was so hot that her body clenched inside.
Micah muscled farther inside her, shoving himself into her, his hand on the bed near her waist.
His cock rubbed inside her, a deep thrill, and every stroke filled her deeper.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, Kylie arched her back and moaned.
Micah grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her face closer to his. “You want me to take you hard, like I own you, body and soul, like you’re nothing but a piece of ass to me?”
Her head was floating, she was so turned on. “Yes.”
He threw her down on the bed and grabbed her hips, kicking her feet farther apart to ram himself into her. Kylie grabbed handfuls of the comforter and pushed backward, taking him even though she felt he was too much, groaning.
Through the sharp slaps of his hips on her thighs and ass, the knock of a fist on wood thundered in the otherwise silent hotel suite, and then a man’s voice yelled, “Room service!” from far too close.
Kylie gasped. The bedroom door stood half-open.
Micah grabbed her around her shoulders and a fistful of her hair and hauled her up to standing, his cock still buried in her. He hissed in her ear, “If you yell, he won’t help you. He’ll walk out and leave you here with me.”
Kylie felt her eyes roll into her head, and her knees weakened, lowering her and driving his cock deeper inside her.
Micah’s hand slipped down her shoulder, tweaking her nipple on the way down, and he flipped her skirt aside to slide his fingers into her slit and rub her clit, sending a frenzy of sensation through her body. She tightened, clenched, almost there.
“Don’t make a goddamn sound.” Micah shoved her down on the bed and pinned the back of her neck to the bed to force her face into the comforter, and he stroked into her as he yelled, “Just leave it right there. Lock the door when you leave.”
“Yes, sir!” the guy yelled, and the front door to the suite slammed.
Micah held Kylie down and slammed into her, grinding her against the bed as he took her. The pressure and friction wound her up until she was pushing back, lifting her ass so he’d take her harder, and her arms and legs shook as her body clenched on him and released in waves of ecstasy that flowed through her until she was flying. She squirmed with it, gasping, and then she flopped limp as Micah used her body, took her with a few more hard slams, and then shuddered as his hot breath bathed the back of her neck.
