INDISPENSABLE: Part 1: A Billionaire Romance

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away from her body and pushed her legs up and impossibly wide.
    Sarah whimpered because though he had her pinned so hard she could barely breathe, he also had her so ready for him. She’d never have believed she could get so desperate for an orgasm.
    “There. That’s what I’ve been waiting to see, Sarah. Your tight ass and pussy on display. Ready for me to do what I want. Ready to be stretched and filled by anything I please. I can see you are hot for me. My bitch who wants a cock inside her so bad, she’d beg for it right now. Is that true, Sarah?”
    “Yes…”
    He pinched her clit hard and fast, and the tears stung Sarah’s eyes. At the same time, her pussy ached and clenched so hard that Sarah thought her orgasm had started. “What’s my name, Sarah?”
    “Sir. Yes. Sir.”

Chapter Fifteen
    He began a rhythm of small, hard, stinging slaps with two fingers across her needy clit. Sarah had never felt anything like it. It hurt and yet it was the most delightful feeling she’d ever had.
    “Your swollen clit is too greedy. Greedy for my touch, for my tongue. It must be punished, Sarah, mustn’t it?”
    Sarah nodded, and he increased his speed. “Yes, sir. Yes.
    “That’s right. Does it hurt, Sarah? Does it make you sting with pain?”
    Brock made it faster and harder, and Sarah couldn’t stop the flow of tears. “Yes…sir. Yes, it hurts.”
    “Good. Good. I like it when it hurts you, Sarah. It gets my cock good and hard ready to breach you. Ready to fuck you so you’ll scream, Sarah. You will scream and beg and come harder than you ever knew possible.”
    He stopped the two-finger slapping and squeezed her tender flesh between two fingers. Just enough to hurt like hell, but not enough the stem the surge of arousal that now ratcheted through her body. She almost came, but he stopped.
“Oh. God. I need to come. I need to come. Please let me, Brock. Please make me come.”
    Something flashed over his face. He gave her a wild-eyed stare and descended onto her mouth with his in a hard, unforgiving kiss. His body crushed hers, and there was no oxygen for her lungs. He didn’t stop the assault with his mouth, and Sarah thought about her safe word because she couldn’t breathe!
    All airways were blocked by him, his mouth over hers, her body folded up under his, his hand crushing around her neck.
    She opened her eyes wide in panic and saw he was looking at her, watching her panic. Was he enjoying it? Greenhouse ! The thought came into her head, but she couldn’t say the words. There was no oxygen inside her burning lungs, and his mouth and tongue still punished hers. She had no chance to say the word.
    A flash of darkness went across, as she tried to flail her arms, her legs, move any part of her from underneath him. Icy fear crossed her in less than a spilt second, and he stopped and lunged between her legs with his mouth. Pinning her thighs wide apart with iron hands, he kissed and licked her sensitive nub.
    She sucked in a deep, ragged breath, and before she could get the safe word out, he sucked on her throbbing, aching, and hypersensitive clitoris and her body crashed with sudden orgasm.
    The orgasm wouldn’t stop, and Sarah’s back arched so hard she feared she’d broken a rib, every muscle cramped in her mid-section and still he sucked and licked, feasted upon her, and all she had inside was forced out of her. There was nothing left. The final spasm subsided, and his mouth left her body, his hands unpinned her thighs, and he let her wrists free from the bedpost.
    But Sarah couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was drag in the precious oxygen she’d been starved of. Her orgasm hadn’t allowed her to let exhale that first huge breath she’d taken. Panting, she just lay there.
    Here whole body shook like she was freezing cold and yet a fever burned inside. Her mind wouldn’t calculate more than one thought, one fear. She brought her knees up and curled into a ball. Surely,

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