Page 69 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

For the first time in a long time I was away from my stalker. Far, faraway. And safe.

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I was in shock by all the trouble Jack had gone to in order to make me feel comfortable in my new condo.

“How did you know to do all this?” I asked twirling around in my green ballgown and feeling like something out of a romance novel. Jack and I had polished off one bottle of champagne and he’d opened another one.

I was feeling very buzzy and spinny.

“I might have had a little help,” he admitted. “Carmen called in your friends Nia and Jelly to advise me.” He pointed to the side table. “There’s your Amex card, though. Anything you don’t like you can easily replace, and I know you’ll need a lot more clothes than what’s in your closet.”

“Will I really need that many new things…”

“Yes,” he said simply, backing me up against the nearest wall and kissing me. “Now that I have such a beautiful girlfriend, I’m going to want to show you off,” he said between kisses. “I get constant invitations to appear at formal events. I never wanted to go before.” He started kissing along my jawline and down my neck, tracing the lines of my throat with his nose. “Now I want to go. I want everyone to see that you’re mine.”

I was about to say something, but he started kissing down into my cleavage. All thoughts immediately left my mind, and a bolt of lust shot straight through me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. “I’ve never seen you,” I gasped out between breaths.

“You want to see me, baby?” His hazel eyes locked on me.

I nodded.

He tossed off his suit jacket and tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. I stared at the expanse of extremely toned, tanned skin that he revealed as he threw his shirt behind him. His muscles were… insane. He was huge, so well-built, and so perfect. I reached for him, running my hands over his shoulders, biceps, pecs, and the well-defined six pack of his abdomen. He stopped me, though, when I reached his Adonis belt and started moving lower.

“Wait a minute,” he said smoothly, bringing my fingers to his mouth and kissing them. “I’m dying to unwrap you,” he grinned.

He unzipped my dress enough to push my top down. I was wearing an extreme push-up bra by La Perla. Carmen had insisted.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, pulling back and staring at me in it. “Take off the rest of your clothes. But leave the underwear and the shoes,” he commanded in a husky voice. I did as he told me to, finally standing before him in the lacy push-up bra, its matching thong, and three-inch fuck me heels as Jelly would call them.

He stared at me long enough that I started to wonder if something was wrong. “Am I… okay?” I asked, timidly.

He ran a hand over his mouth, still staring at my body. “You’re so much more than okay. I’m trying to decide what I want to do to you first.”

“Oh.” The heat that had taken over my body earlier was back.

He finally started walking towards me, and I couldn’t help but notice the huge erection in his pants. He unzipped his suit pants, tossed them aside and walked towards me in his underwear. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he admitted. He pushed me back against the wall, his kisses no longer soft and gentle but rough, demanding. His hands were on my breasts, and he moaned as I arched up into him, loving the way they felt on me.

“These are my undoing.” He ducked his head and sucked my nipples, one after the other, through the lace of my bra. “I don’t know what made me fall harder; your perfect breasts or that sweet smile of yours.”

He was so talented with his mouth, so attentive to my every sound, that I almost missed what he’d said—that he’d fallen for me. Did he mean fallen in lust? It couldn’t be more than that for him. Right?

He kept his intense focus on my breasts andnipples until they were stiff, almost painful peaks of desire. He pinched one as he dipped his hand into my thong and pushed a finger inside me.

“Oh God,” I said, at the unexpected invasion.

He smirked at me. “So fucking wet,” he said, then brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off my juices while I watched. “And delicious,” he continued with a wink. Then he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the main bedroom.

He threw me down in the middle of the bed and stood observing me. He was so tan, muscled, and sharp jawed, he looked like some warrior about to claim a maiden he’d taken as the spoils in some battle.

“Take off your underwear. But leave the shoes.”

I did as he asked, noticing that he took off everything as well. When he stood before me, proud and naked, my mouth watered at the sight of his perfect body and his large, thick cock.

“Like what you see, baby?” he asked, crawling over me.

“Yes,” I said. “Do you?”

“My God, yes. I’m going to fuck you like twenty times tonight. That okay?” He got a half grin on his face as he pushed my thighs apart, buried his face in my pussy, and started eating me out with an intensity and thoroughness that left me breathless.