Billionaire Undone ~ Travis (Billionaire’s Obsession #5)(31)
Author: J.S. Scott

“Fuck, Ally! Don’t do that. There’s only so much I can take,” Travis demanded, grasping her by the hand and leading her to a waist-high table where she had her plants and knickknacks. He placed her palms on the table, making her bend over. “Right now all I need is to f**k you.” His hands cupped her ass, gripping the cheeks and stroking. “Do you have any idea how this ass has tortured me over the last four years?”

She didn’t, but hearing the longing in his tone made her shiver. “No,” she answered tremulously.

“Do you know how much I want you, Ally?” He slipped his hand between her thighs, sliding a teasing finger through her wetness.

“I think so,” she answered on a moan. Probably as much as she needed him right now.

He leaned forward, covering her body with his, his mouth beside her ear. “I want you so much that I can barely breathe. I’ve wanted you for years. You’re hearing my voice, now. Can you understand how beautiful you are to me?”

Ally could feel his erect c**k between her thighs as he pulled his fingers away and she gripped it. “I want you, too.”

“Not nearly as much as I want you,” he told her huskily. “You’re going to be mine now, Ally. I’ll sate you until you don’t want anyone else. Nobody will ever need you like I do. Nobody will ever pleasure you like I will.”

“Travis, please,” Ally begged, needing him inside her right now.

He grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her head up. “Look at yourself. Tell me you see yourself as beautiful right now.”

Ally met her own face in the oval mirror in front of her, her face ravaged with desire. Her eyes met Travis’s in the mirror, his expression raw and feral. At that moment, he looked beautiful in his unveiled need, and it made her feel the same way. “I look like I need to get f**ked,” she told him breathlessly. She didn’t really recognize the dazed and wild woman staring back at her.

“Yeah. You need me inside you. And that’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” Travis told her hoarsely.

He held her gaze as he thrust into her, burying himself to his balls with a groan. Ally let out a cry of relief as he filled her, stretched her until she could feel nothing but him. Travis was mastering her body, filling her senses, and she was barely keeping her sanity. “Oh, God,” she moaned, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

“You feel so f**king good, Ally. Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“You. Just you,” she answered on a pant, moaning as Travis pulled almost entirely out of her and stroked back inside again, filling every empty space inside her.

He pumped his hips again. “You want me to make you come, Ally?” His harsh voice sounded next to her ear.

“Yes, Travis. Please.”

“Ask for it. Take whatever you need from me. You deserve to be pleasured. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes.” Travis made her feel like she deserved the world. “Let me come. I want it. I want you,” she said greedily, her body feeling like she was ready to come apart.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Be demanding. Take the pleasure you deserve.” Travis straightened, keeping his eyes on her face as they stared at each other in a daze in the mirror. “Keep looking at me. Don’t stop.” He let go of her hair and grasped her hips, his c**k slamming into her over and over as he grasped her hip with one hand and slid the other down her abdomen, his finger sliding into her wetness.

Ally watched Travis’s face, mesmerized, his expression alternating between agony and ecstasy as he buried himself inside her again and again. She moaned as he teased her clit, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut from sensation overload as she thrust her hips back to meet every stroke of his cock, burying him even deeper.

“Look at me, Ally. Come for me. I want to watch you. Give in to this. Give in to me. Let go.”

It was too much. She opened her eyes and was speared by Travis’s intense, commanding look. He hammered into her ruthlessly, and her climax ripped through her, every nerve ending pulsating as she screamed. “Travis!”

“You’ll always be mine,” Travis groaned as he leaned his body over hers again. Moving her hair to the side, his mouth suckled at the back of her neck before he gave her a sensual bite that made her squeal.

It wasn’t enough to break Ally’s skin, but the carnality of the action intensified her orgasm until the inner walls of her channel clenched and released tightly around Travis’s cock, as though it wanted to keep him impaled inside her forever.

Ally’s elbows gave way and her head landed on top of her arms as she watched Travis’s head fall back, the muscles in his neck flexing as he groaned, flooding her womb with his warm release as he held her hips tightly against him. “Mine,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her up and back to rest against him. He stepped back and collapsed on the couch, bringing her down on top of him, breaking her fall. Turning her body so they were chest to chest, he wrapped his arms around her, their legs entangled, her head on his shoulder.

Ally panted as she relished the uneven rise and fall of Travis’s breath, knowing he’d been just as affected by what had just happened as she had been. “You just rocked my world, Mr. Harrison,” she said breathlessly. Never in her wildest imaginings could she ever have seen her solemn, no-nonsense boss as a dominant, passionate, intense lover.

His hand connected with her ass with a loud smack. It stung, but it didn’t really hurt.

“Travis,” he insisted. “Mr. Harrison applies to more than one person. I don’t want you forgetting who just f**ked you half senseless.”

He’d actually screwed her completely senseless, but she answered saucily. “Did you? I didn’t notice.”

He slapped her ass again. “You noticed. And you’re going to keep on noticing until the only voice you hear is mine telling you how much I want to f**k you.”

Ally speared a hand in his hair, stroking the thick strands between her fingers. “Thank you. I’ve never felt that way before,” she told him seriously.

“How?”

“Sexy. Wanted. Beautiful,” she admitted quietly. “I’ll never forget this night.”

“No, you won’t. Because we’ll be doing it every damn night,” Travis rasped. “I meant what I said, Ally. You’re mine now. I’m not letting you go.”

Oh, God. Ally wanted to be his, but she was trying to set herself free, not set herself up for another heartbreak. Travis Harrison might want her right now, and he’d helped her just by giving her a taste—okay, maybe a feast—of desire. But she was his employee, his assistant. “Travis, I’m your employee. We can’t just continue to have an affair.”