Billionaire Untamed ~ Tate (Billionaire’s Obsession #7)(27)
Author: J.S. Scott

Tate’s tortured groan made her pussy clench almost painfully, and she became completely consumed, tightened her suction around his cock, and moved faster and faster.

“Dammit, Lara. I’m going to explode.” Tate speared his fingers through her hair and guided her faster, harder.

He let go of her head to give her a chance to escape, but Lara wasn’t going anywhere. She took him as deeply as possible. Tate’s release pulsated into her throat, and she continued to stroke as he had an orgasm that had him crying her name in a hoarse, raw voice. “Lara.”

His breathing was hard and heavy as he speared his hand back into her hair, massaging her scalp as he caught his breath. “Damn, you were right. My head did blow off,” he rasped. He pulled her up beside him and flipped her on her back.

Stunned, Lara looked up at him in surprise. He changed their positions so fast that she hadn’t even seen it coming. “What are you doing?” He had her hands pinned over her head.

His eyes shone like liquid silver. His big body now covered hers.

“I have to watch you come now, baby. I need to hear you moaning your pleasure while I taste your sweet pussy.” His hand moved between their bodies; his fingers probed her folds.

She was saturated and slick, and Tate let out a satisfied grunt. “You’re already wet. Getting me off turned you on?”

“Yes,” she told him breathlessly. Her entire body quivered beneath his with a need so powerful that she could hardly catch her breath.

“Good. Because I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this, too.” He lowered his head and kissed her. His dominant nature surfaced as he held her wrists fast and ravaged her mouth like he owned it.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Lara pleaded when Tate let go of her lips to run his tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Baby, this isn’t going to hurt for either one of us,” he answered in a husky voice against her skin. “All I want is to taste you until you forget about anything except me.”

Heat flooded between her thighs at the sound of Tate’s demanding, sexy voice. He was in his element when he was sexually dominant, true to his nature, and his raw passion ramped up her desire to the boiling point. Here, she could let him take control of her body, trust him to pleasure her until she nearly lost her mind. She didn’t have to be in control right now, and all she did was relax into his caresses and feel.

He released her wrists; his mouth moved to her breasts, and he teased one of her pebbled nipples with his teeth and tongue. “These are fucking perfect,” he growled against her breast. His large hand cupped one and then the other, stimulating her hypersensitive peaks until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I need you,” Lara moaned. Her hands gripped the sheets as her back arched in pleasure. “Fuck me, Tate.”

“Believe me, baby, I plan on it. Eventually,” he answered gutturally. His mouth moved in sensual licks, nips, and erotic kisses to her abdomen. “Right now I just want to brand you as mine.”

His tone was ravenous and greedy, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching her. Those words from any other man might have been almost scary. But not from Tate. Never from Tate. He was protective and thoughtful, possessive and vulnerable, rough and heartbreakingly tender. Bossiness was second nature to him, and she understood that. She’d gladly hand him control so she didn’t have to think for a while. She trusted him, she understood him, and that made all the difference in the way she reacted to his words.

She breathed a sigh of relief as he finally parted her thighs, his heated breath so close to her sex that it made her shiver in anticipation.

“You’re killing me.” She moaned his earlier words intentionally.

He took her hands and placed them on her breasts. “Pleasure yourself, baby.”

All thoughts of modesty were gone, replaced by her body’s cry for stimulation. She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples ruthlessly to try to make the aching need throbbing inside her subside.

“You look beautiful like this,” Tate growled. “So needy for me. So ready for me to satisfy you.”

“Yes. Do it, dammit. I need you.” Her body was coiled tightly, her desperation for Tate out of control.

“Time to revive you,” he told her fiercely, but with a touch of humor that he sent similar words that she had said to him right back at her.

Lara’s ass lifted at the first touch of Tate’s mouth. He delved through her folds and into her pussy just like he did everything: totally focused, wild, and completely relentless. His sensual assault was erotic and carnal: his lips, teeth, tongue and nose completely buried in her pussy as he pushed her legs apart even farther to give him deeper access. His tongue rolled from bottom to top on her tender, pink flesh over and over again. He brushed the tiny bundle of nerves with every pass of his tongue, and her body ached to climax.

“Oh. God.” She had never felt anything as raw and hot as Tate’s mouth between her thighs; his lustful groan of enjoyment vibrated against her clit. She abandoned her breasts and fisted his short hair. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. Her entire body reacted to what he was doing to her; her channel clenched painfully.

He flicked his tongue over her sensitive, engorged bud and focused on her clit as he pushed two fingers into her channel, finally filling her. She clamped down on his fingers as he curled them around her g-spot, massaged it, and then retreated to enter her again and again.

Her back arched and her head thrashed on the pillow as Tate continued to tease her clit in the same rhythm as he moved his fingers in and out of her slick sheath. “Tate, I can’t take it. I can’t.” The pleasure was so volatile that she felt as if she was ready to shatter.

She squeaked as he moved his other hand beneath her ass, teasing a finger between the cheeks of her ass. She was so wet that her juices easily coated the finger that he used to tease her anus, and eased the tip of it into the tight opening.

He was testing her limits, and Lara comprehended that—in the tiny corner of her mind that could still function. He teased and probed, never ceasing the motion of his tongue and the fingers that fucked her mercilessly. Every sensation Tate created was new and intense, and she had no boundaries with him. Everything he did to her had her ready to explode.

The tension in her body snapped. The coil in her belly unwound as her body pulsated violently. “Tate!” she screamed up toward the ceiling. His name turned into a long moan of pleasure as she had a climax like she’d never experienced before. She held onto his hair as her channel clenched tightly around his fingers. Spasms rocked her body as she arched her neck and rode the waves of her orgasm.