Page 58 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

“I heard you asked for me,” I said.

“I did.” His voice was low, sexy. “You canceled our date and ran off before I could explain. Then you stayed away from me. You wouldn’t even talk to me that day we were both jogging.”

I gave him a look. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Jack. I get it. You want to fuck me and then move on to the next girl. Don’t lie about it.”

He shook his head. “Could you just listen to me?”

I nodded, surprised by the frustration in his tone.

“Yes. I’ve been like that for a long time—manwhore, fuckboy, whatever you want to call it. But I don’t want that with you. I just… want you.” He reached out and pulled my ponytail around, fingering the end strands. “Give me a chance to prove it.”

My lips parted, but before I could say anything, his large, powerful hands grasped me around my waist and he pulled me into his lap, pushing my skirt up and settling one of my thighs on either side of his legs.

He moved his hands under my skirt, massaging my outer thighs. “What should we do in here?” he asked, leaning his head back, his hazel eyes looking dark in the dim lighting of the room. I ran a finger along his sharp jawline, and he turned his head quickly, sucking it into his mouth.

I hissed in a breath, surprised.

He licked and sucked it, before pulling it out of his mouth, putting his hand behind my neck, and jerking me forward until our bodies were pressed together and our mouths were mere inches apart.

“That girl was full of shit,” he whispered. “I didn’t fuck her friend that night after Bahia Del Sol, and I sure as hell never called her again.” He thrust his hips up, and I sighed out in pleasure as his very hard cock hit me in just the right spot. A spot no man had touched in a long time. “Do you feel that?”

I nodded.

He grabbed my ponytail, wrapped it around his fist, and pulled down, elongating my throat for him. “Answer me when I talk to you, Daisy,” he rumbled, low in his throat before licking my neck and sucking low and hard on the pulse point.

“Yes,” I gasped out as he continued to thrust against my clit, “I feel it.”

“I’ve only wanted my dick in one pussy since the first time I saw you. I even tried fucking a couple of women to get you off my mind,” he said before biting my ear lobe, “but that didn’t work.”

“Why not?” I asked, starting to move my hips in time with his.

“Because to get off I had to close my eyes and picture you. I had to pretend it was your cunt I was pumping inside of.”

I had to fight back a moan. His filthy talk combined with the drinks Nora kept sending in, the sexy music, and the way he was making my body feel were really doing it for me.

“Yeah?” I breathed out.

“Fuck, yes,” he said. “What can I do with you Daisy?”

My eyes popped open and locked with his. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to do every fucking thing you can imagine,” he said, thrusting his hips harder at the same time he held me still over his lap.

“Oh,” I cried out, throwing my head back.

“That’s right,” he sounded pleased, “let me make you come, baby.”

“O… okay,” I managed to get out as I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts. He moved me back from him slightly, and suddenly two of his fingers were moving inside me.

I closed my eyes, riding his hand, feeling the pleasure wash through me. He added another finger, and I struggled to take it.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. You haven’t taken much cock lately, hmm?”

I shook my head.

He pushed the third finger in any way, thrusting upwards and curving his fingers until he brushed that spot inside me that made me go off like a firework. “Oh God,” I moaned,moving my hands to his shoulders as I rode his hand in earnest.

“I wish that was my cock in you,” he groaned.