The Billionaires Sub by MS Parker Page A

anything about him in the past day, it was that he would never push me into something I didn’t want. He stopped touching me, and I took a step toward him, reading some sort of emotion in his eyes.
    “But I’d like to try.”
    He looked down at me, his expression searching for something on my face. For a moment, I was worried that he would turn me down, tell me that if I wasn’t into it, he didn’t want me.
    Then he was kissing me, his lips somehow soft and firm at the same time. His arms went around me, hands finding their way under the back of my shirt. I made a sound like a moan, and his tongue slid into my mouth. He walked me backward into the room, tugging at my clothes.
    He broke the kiss as he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. He ran his fingers through my hair and held my head so that our eyes locked together.
    “First, I just want you. No toys, no kinks, just you and me.” His eyes were dark, nearly a charcoal gray. “And then I’m going to fuck you in ways you never imagined.”
    I would’ve sworn if I’d have been able to manage a sound at all.
    I was still trying to figure out exactly how I was supposed to respond when he started kissing me again, his lips trailing over my jaw and down my neck. I wasn’t entirely sure when he started taking off my pants, but then I was laying on the bed in just my bra and panties, watching him strip off his own clothes.
    Damn.
    Every inch of him was muscled and hard, firmly cut. Chest, arms, abdomen. Narrow waist, muscled thighs.
    Double damn.
    He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and gave me a look that said if I wanted out, now was the time to say it. I licked my lips, and his eyes flooded with heat. He pushed them down, and then straightened. He wrapped his hand around his half-hard cock and stroked it while I watched.
    Without taking my eyes off of him, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He muttered an oath as I tossed the scrap of material aside. He climbed onto the bed, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs. He leaned down, running his tongue over the thin cotton barrier between him and me.
    I arched up against him, my fingers burying themselves in his hair. I really hoped he was going to do what I thought he was going to do.
    He pulled aside the crotch of my panties and teased the sensitive skin with his tongue. My eyelids fluttered and I forced my eyes to stay open, wanting to watch everything. I didn’t want to miss this.
    Except his tongue found my clit and teased it, sending ripples of pleasure through me, and I could only drop my head back down to the pillow and absorb all of the wonderful things that Cross was doing with his mouth. Tongue and lips, teeth, fingers, moving in and out and over me, coaxing me toward climax.
    Then I was there, falling over the edge, pushing up against his mouth, his fingers. My fingers tightened in his hair until I knew it had to hurt, but he kept up his gentle licks and caresses as I came down.
    He moved even as my body was shuddering, stretching out above me until our faces were level. His lips brushed mine, and then he was pushing up off of me. My befuddled brain couldn’t figure out why until I saw him reach into the drawer of the nightstand and pull out a condom.
    I watched him roll it on, and my stomach clenched with desire so strong that it almost hurt. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I wanted this.
    A lot.
    When he came back to the bed, he settled between my legs and I felt him brush against my entrance. I raised my hips, eager to feel him inside me.
    “Wait,” he murmured, bending his head to give me a surprisingly gentle kiss. He cupped the side of my face.
    “Why?” I reached up to his shoulders, slid my hands down his back to his ass. His entire body tightened when I squeezed, digging my nails into the firm flesh.
    He gave me that half-smile. “Because even I don’t have enough self-control to push inside that tight pussy of yours