Page 19 of The Billionaire's Betrayal
Chapter Six
Burn together. Hell, he was already in flames. Brooks pulled her shirt over her head and, with help from her, managed to pull down her jeans and underwear with one clumsy move.
Rays of sunshine trespassed through the closed windows, and even though the barn was no longer in service, anyone could walk in. He was about to fuck her in broad daylight in one of his barns, and nothing else seemed more right. Taking her in his domain.
When she’d talked to Scott, he’d had to cling to self-control not to punch the hired hand, bring her inside, and kiss her. Feel her skin. Touch.
He hadn’t expected them to get naked now, but damn, once again she’d surprised him. He shouldn’t force anything—which was why he’d stopped when she sucked him and nearly sent him over the edge. Despite her attitude, after what he’d learned from her he knew he had to be gentle with her—even if it killed him.
She splayed her hand on his chest and pushed him down. He pressed into the hay covering the ground, glad to have the best view a man could get. Alexa, straddling him, wearing nothing but a naughty smile on her face.
A frisson traveled through him, heading south, and sending a painful rush of blood to his cock.
She fell down on him, putting his hands over his head, and he let her, prepared to give her control if that was what she wanted. When she lowered herself, her breasts brushed against his chest, and shocks of electricity surged inside him, putting his body in high alert. His cock grew harder, poking her thigh, its head pressing into her flesh. Gritting his teeth, he cursed his raging desire, desperate to tame the unstoppable want for her.
She chuckled with amusement, depositing a kiss on his chin, transforming the currents of awareness into a giant wave of longing. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her, and waiting ached like a chronic disease. When she neared his mouth, he darted out his tongue, greedily trying to catch hers, but she retreated a bit, and her sway on top of him nearly killed him.
“You’re very impatient, aren’t you?” she said, and though her tone was playful, he detected a note of edginess in her voice. She dipped again, bringing her mouth close to his, and with it her tantalizing scent.
“I am now.”
She loosened her grip on his wrists, until she removed her hands completely, bringing them to his cock. “Lucky you, I’m impatient, too.”
Biting into her lower lip, she lifted her hips enough to position the tip of his cock at her entrance. The contact with her wet flesh upped his internal temperature, sweat glistening on his limbs. His heart slammed into his chest, throbbing everywhere he had a pulse.
Teasing him, she lowered herself onto his cock slowly. A moan escaped her sexy, parted lips, and it took everything he had in him not to turn her around and fuck her from behind, pull her sultry hair tighter with each thrust. The image heated his bloodstream, already pounding in his veins.
At the end, he’d either come or die—there was no in between.
She kept her gaze trained on him, the deep shade of blue in her eyes drawing him in. He sucked his breath, feeling the pre-cum leaking from his tip, suppressing the shudders his body released with each passing second. With her hand, she stroked his dick, pulling it inside her. “There’s so much of you to go round, cowboy.”
“True. I know just the woman who can handle my big cock.” His voice dropped another octave lower.
“That’s right,” she said, removing her hand and managing to shove more of him inside her, filling her to the brim. It took a moment or two for them to adjust, her walls clenching him, milking every inch of him.
He popped his knuckles, a cramp forming on his wrist from the awkward position, but even though he wanted to touch her, he’d obey her wishes and keep his hands away from her, letting her fuck him however she wanted.
She began moving, back and forth, then doing a circling motion that stole his last breath away. Her breasts bounced, big and full, her taut nipples begging to be licked. Groaning, he slammed his hips in hers, helping her, and the movement earned a moan from them at the same time.
She retaliated by intensifying the rhythm, each time sending him closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s right, Madam. Fuck me,” he said, lifting his hips from the ground, giving more of himself to her, allowing for a deeper thrust. She placed her hands on his chest, and worked her pussy harder, faster.
“God. So good,” she said, opening her thighs a notch, rocking back from his cock only to return with a ravenous revenge, fucking him so hard he thought his heart would give out. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Thought you’d never ask. He lifted his hands from over his head and cupped her tits, loving how they filled his large palms. She threw her head back, obviously enjoying the touch, and he caught her pink nipple between his thumb and index finger, while with the other hand he tugged at it. A raw grunt sliced through the air, and she threw her head forward, moving sensuously on top of him with the magnitude of an erotic dance.
Keeping one hand busy torturing her breast, he lowered the other one down to her pussy, the smell of her arousal a shameless invitation for some finger play. He found her clit, and touching it he could feel the throbbing inside, how engorged it became just for him. He rolled his finger over her clit, then flicked it, teasing it, squeezing it just a bit only to work it again harder.
She bent her back a bit and reached behind his cock, touching his balls. Damn. Hot tingles expanded inside his sac as she rolled her fingers between, touching him like she owned those motherfuckers.
Right now, she did.
He intensified the rhythm of his claim on her hot nub, and she dipped two digits down, slightly parting his ass cheeks. He clenched his ass, confused, but she insisted, and soon, thrust her fingers into his hole.
“I’m fucking you both ways, cowboy,” she said. “That okay?”
A rush of blood struck his temples, like he’d been knocked out. Nothing had prepared him for this… She rammed into his cock, riding his meat like he was a first-class restaurant to a starving woman. He increased the pressure on her clit, relentlessly. “Yes,” he said, unsure about it, but too aroused to overthink.
