Ignited & Unhinged (Billionaire Secret, Book One)(Billionaire Romance, New Adult Romance, College Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

eyes roam my body. They move from my bare breasts, the dress didn’t allow for a bra, to my stomach, down to my black lace thong.
    I am still wearing my black Louboutins.
    I don’t have time to feel self-conscious because after only a second his mouth is on me again, crushing me with a new urgency.
    I grab his shirt, pull it off, and press myself against him. The feeling of my breasts against his bare chest feels intimate.
    Real .
    This is happening.
    His upper body is better than I imagined, and his strength…so many new sensations…I don’t think I can get any more intoxicated.
    He wraps his arms around me and we fall backwards onto the bed.
    I reach to unbutton his jeans, after a couple of seconds he pushes my inexperienced fingers aside and helps the process along.
    I steal a glimpse at him between kisses.
    He is now wearing nothing but black boxer briefs that show off his defined abs and strong legs.
    He lets his body sink into me.
    His cock presses against my sex. There is only the lace and the thin fabric of his boxers.
    Oh wow .
    Why had I waited so long for this?
    He reaches down to massage me through the lace thong.
    “Mmm…” My body trembles at his touch.
    I think he’s grinning.
    Before the moan has left my body he moves the thong aside and inserts two fingers inside of me.
    “Ahhhh,” I let out. “That feels so good.”
    My voice is airy, not all there.
    I hear rather than see his answering smile, “Do you want more?”
    “Yes…please.”
    My instincts are starting to kick in. I reach down and grab his cock through the briefs.
    I want to feel him so I use my hands to pull them down until his erection springs free.
    He shifts his weight so he can take them off completely.
    My hand glides firmly down his shaft. He’s smooth and hard. It’s better than I expected.
    I’m a little fascinated with how he feels against my fingers.
    He groans. I smile.
    I like having this effect on him.
    This man wants me as much as I want him.
    “Fuck,” he breathes.
    His fingers move faster inside of me.
    In and out.
    In and out.
    It feels so good I can’t wait to feel him .
    As if reading my mind he pulls out and rips my thong off in an instant. My Louboutins follow.
    We are completely naked.
    Full skin on skin.
    And I am so ready for more.
    I hear him rip something open.
    Before I know it, he’s there …at my entrance.
    He lets me feel him first. He moves from my entrance, to my nub, and back.
    I am so on fire, I think I’m going to lose consciousness from a heat stroke.
    I want him to take me.
    I need him to take me.
    “Please…” I beg.
    I look at him.
    The string of lights reflect off his blue eyes.
    He stares back.
    Neither of us blink.
    “Fuck me,” I whisper.
    And just like that he thrusts into me.
    I feel a pinch and then my body melts into the bed.
    He moves slowly, not breaking eye contact.
    It’s so erotic. So intimate.
    His steady deliberate rhythm continues.
    There is only this moment.
    Only my body.
    Each push becomes more gratifying. More pleasurable as my body opens to him.
    I start to build and lose all sense of myself.
    I want him to pound me into the mattress.
    “Yes! Mmmmm. Fuck me!” I call out.
    The words sound far away, like they’re coming from someone else.
    But they’re not.
    They’re coming from me.
    “Shhh,” he responds, “you’re going to make me come.”
    He brings his mouth down on mine.
    Hard.
    These kisses are long and urgent.
    Barely stifled, primal sounds come from deep inside his chest.
    His thrusts become harder, deeper.
    He’s impaling me.
    His skin slaps against me as I start to rise higher, and higher into some unknown place where there is only sensation, only this man.
    I’ve never been so connected to every cell in my body.
    He fills me again and again—I think I’m going to pass out from sensory overload.
    “You like that?” his voice is low, he’s on the verge.
    “Yeah, give it to me,” I say, enjoying the dirty talk. It adds another layer to