The Billionaire’s Touch (His Submissive #2)(11)
Author: Ava Claire

I rocked backward, feeling one hand on my hip, his other thumping his erection against my rear. Already I felt myself teetering close to the edge, like the smallest movement would send me falling into bliss.

Somewhere in the jumbled fog of arousal my brain put two and two together and I pleaded with him. "Please, Jacob."

As if he was waiting for me to beg him, he punched inside me with a guttural moan that I echoed. My muscles strained to take him on, sparks of pain swirling about waves of ecstasy. My heart was no longer roaring in my chest or my ears but instead, beating in the place between my legs. It beat for Jacob.

His hands dug into my h*ps as he rowed in and out of me, the sound of skin and bodies colliding the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.

"Sweetheart," he murmured. "Leila."

The sound of my name was enough to push me into bliss, but I gripped my cl**ax with both hands, remembering. You do nothing without my permission.

"Please, Jacob. Let me come. Let me come."

He kept pounding, strong and sure, and when I felt him trembling, I worried that I couldn’t wait any longer. Not with him filling me so completely and struggling to hold tight to his own self-control.

"Come," he said, his voice betraying his own nearness. "Come with me."

I released everything and I felt my body contracting, holding onto him for dear life. He was coming too; I could tell from his wild thrusts, from the way he held me as if I was the only thing keeping him grounded. I cried out his name, over and over and he said mine. Both of us; together, lost and found in each other.

I felt hollow when he pulled from me, but eagerly dropped down to the mattress with exhaustion. I scooted to one side, wanting him to join me. The only way this wouldn’t be a dream was if I felt his arms wrapped around me. He didn’t disappoint.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said softly, hating myself for knowing it was something that would sour what we’d just done together. But I couldn’t ignore it. It was killing me.

He kissed my shoulder. "Mmhm."

"What happened between you and Rachel?"

He let out an annoyed sigh. "Leila, I’m with you. Why ruin a good thing?"

"But-"

"Not right now." There was a finality that shut the book and I tried to let it go.

He’s with you, I thought, snuggling closer. That’s all that matters. With his arms tight around me, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, I almost believed it.