His gaze went to her core, and his need sharpened to a feverish peak at the way her folds glistened with her desire. “You look so damn beautiful here, babe.”
The guttural note of the billionaire’s voice was more than enough to make her tremble anew, and when she felt his fingers slowly stroke down her folds, Ilse’s eyes squeezed shut, her body arching under his caress.
“Jaak, please.” There was no need for foreplay, and she knew he knew that, too. They had more than enough foreplay with the way they teased and seduced each other from the very first day they met.
Her eyes drifted open at his silence. “Jaak.” His name took on an unconsciously pleading note.
A groan tore out of his throat at the sound, and he gritted out, “I’m trying to be good here, dammit, and you’re just—”
“Don’t make me wait,please.”
Fuck being good, fuck being gentle, if Ilse wanted him to be bad—-
Then he would fuck her as bad as she wanted.
The billionaire suddenly yanked her close to him, and she gasped. His hands began pushing her legs to open widerand wider, and she couldn’t help tensing even as her heart hammered faster and harder against her chest.
“This is going to hurt,” the billionaire warned tightly.
“I don’t care.” And she meant it. Right now, the billionaire hurting her sounded so, so good. Right now, all she wanted was—-
Oh God.
The head of the billionaire’s cock pushed inside her, and she moaned.
It was happening.
It was finally happening.
Inch by inch, he pushed more of his cock in, and she could feel her pussy desperately trying to accommodate the unbelievable girth of his erection, stretching in the most achingly exquisite way.
His fingers wrapped around her thighs, pressing her legs flat against his clothes as he kept pushing his cock inside of her, and even knowing nothing was actually happening yet, the excruciating beauty of it already felt more than what she might be able to bear.
“Jaak.”
Their eyes collided, and the hard lines of arousal on the billionaire’s face made her shudder. Oh, that she was the one to make him look like that—-
“Jaak.”
The billionaire growled, and his cock suddenly plunged all the way in, and Ilse gasped, her body arching as his erection finally tore past her hymen.
It was done.
Her virginity was his.
Shewashis.
“Ilse?” The billionaire’s tone was harsh. “Does it hurt?”
“Not enough,” she managed to say, “to make you want to stop.”
“Good.” The billionaire’s hands moved down to cup her ass. “Then you won’t mind if I dothis.” And slowly, he started to move, withdrawing his cock in one steady stroke before plunging back in, and God, oh God, even knowing that sex could and would be this good with the billionaire—-
Knowing was just so different from actually feeling it.
“Jaak.”She couldn’t stop herself from crying his name out, and when he continued to move in that devastatingly arousing way of his, she couldn’t stop crying it out over and over.
He started with an agonizingly steady pace, and her nails scratched down his arms.
