Bought By The Billionaire Brothers(25)
Author: Alexx Andria

With trembling fingers she slid herpanties free from her hips and liftedthem free but before she dropped themto the floor Dillon snagged them fromher fingertips and brought them to hisnose to inhale deeply. At her gasp, hesimply smiled, a subtle twist with a wolfish bent of his lips and murmur ed with complete satisfaction, “The smell of your pussy is better than any French perfume.”

She stared, still shocked by his bold words yet secretly flattered silly by his blunt honesty. Penny blushed but he gave her little time for protests as he pressed a hot trail of lingering kisses down her belly, pausing at the bowl of her navel before settling between her thighs. He made a sound of deep satisfaction that she felt in her bones then parted her slick feminine folds with deft fingers before plunging his tongue deep into the recesses of her liquid heat, searching and finding that hot, aching pleasure button. His tongue danced and demanding, coaxing waves upon waves of intense sensation from the swollen bud until she was clenching the sheets in her fisted palms, crying out as her entire body rode the crest that his marauding tongue created with expert flicks and sucks. “Oh God, Dillon,” she cried, her head thrashing from side to side, as if trying to escape the building crescendo that threatened to swamp her into oblivion. “I can’t take it. Oh God. Ohhhh God!” Her cries spurred him on, driving her to that final point until there was no option but to tumble helplessly into endless pleasure. “Dillon!”

And then it happened — clenching, spasming , beautiful agony of the first rate as she came so hard that her toes threatened to cramp. She crashed back to earth, wrung out and exhausted, her chest heaving from the exertion as the waves continued to buffet her body with pleasurable sensations and she was limp as a wet dishcloth. But Dillon was anything but limp and

Penny whimpered with equal parts anticipation and trepidation as he palmed his thick, hard cock, his gaze leaving no room for confusion as to what he wanted to do to her next. She shivered and her breath hitched as he said, “On your hands and knees. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours as I fuck you within an inch of your life.”

She rolled to her hands and knees and comp lied even as she trembled.

Would Dillon want her rosebud like Vince always did? Penny squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the feel of Dillon’s cock pushing at her tightly closed sphincter but when his touch on her ass cheek was soft and surprisingly gentle as he rubbed her juices along her slit, she realized how different Dillon was from his brothers. He ’d sensed her reluctance in the tension in her body and immediately made a move to soothe her fears. She glanced back shyly at him, her hair falling around her. “If you want… ”

“Not this time, sweetness,” he said, a protective tone to his voice that warmed her to her bones. However, he added, “By the end of the night, I’ll know every inch of your perfect body.

Including here.” He ran his fingerlightly down the seam of her behind, causing her breath to catch. “I promise that by the time I take your ass, you will beg for it.”

Penny suppressed a shudder. She had no doubt that he had the power to make her beg. Even now, she ached for the feel of him inside her and she’d take him anyway he demanded. But even as he wasn’t pushing her around in a domineering fashion, she felt he was firmly in control of their lovemaking and that awareness caused her to squirm with readiness, desperate to feel him stretching her, owning her tight channel as if she were made for him. She arched her back and leaned forward, giving him the best possible access to her most sacred place, ready for whatever he wanted to give her.

“Do it now, Dillon,” she pleaded. “I need you. God, I need you!”

He chuckled with approval, but even as his finger trailed along the seam of her behind, he bypassed her rosebud and instead, pushed his finger deep inside her hot wet folds. She groaned as he penetrated her with his finger, testing her readiness. She pushed against his invading digit, frustrated when he withdrew just as he began stroking that elusive pleasure spot deep inside her . “So impatient,” he teased, but she could hear the tension in his voice as he strained to hold himself in check. The knowledge that he wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him, was a heady thrill that she savored. The small sliver of control tasted like ambrosia. The idea that she had the power to bring Dillon Buchanan to a shaking, trembling mess, bolstered her courage and lowered her inhibitions, unleashing the wanton inside her. “Are you going to fuck me, Dillon? Or are you all talk and no action?”

“Careful, little girl,” he cautioned in a silky tone. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

“I can take whatever you can dish out, darling,” she said with a boldly challenging smile.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, quickly jerking her legs out from under her so that she landed flat on her stomach with an oompf . “Change of plan,” he said when she reacted with confusion. He rolled her over so that he towered over her. His face was achingly handsome, almost brutally so, and for a long moment she forget that she was supposed to be coy and witty and sensual all at once. Staring into those mesmerizing eyes, she forgot all about that. “There she is,” he murmured with approval. “There’s the girl I can’t seem to get out of my mind, day or night.”

“What do you mean?” Penny asked.

Vince and Nolan had always liked when she’d acted all wild and crazy.

She blinked in wounded confusion, the fact that she wasn’t as sexually experienced poking at her confidence. Had she missed some sexual cue? One minute they’d been hot and heavy and the next everything had stopped. “Is there something wrong?” she asked, biting her lip. “I thought… ”

He answered by sealing his mouth to hers, positioning his body on top of hers so that his weight pressed down on her, his cock nudging at her

opening. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She reveled in the feel of his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, sensual dance that immediately sparked the coals of desire back to life. Within moments, she was writhing beneath him, anxious for that moment when she felt him stretching her open, pounding his hard length deep inside her, pummeling her body with carnal intent. As if reading her mind, he reached down and guided his cock to her heat and slowly pushed himself inside. She froze, clutching at him, as the stretch of her walls accommodated his length and girth, loving how completely filled she felt by him. He was bigger than either of the twins, which had seemed an impossibility, but in fact, he was so big, she muzzily wondered how he’d managed to hide such a big package behind the cover of his jeans. When he was finally seated to the hilt inside her, he paused, sweat beading his brow as he fought to control his urge to simply pound into her, to ask, “Am I hurting you?”