Page 77 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

“Oh,” I sighed out, getting even wetter and relaxing a bit. He worked me faster, harder, and I started gasping with the pleasure, the feel of his fingers rough against my silky folds. I felt myself taking more of him and looked down in time to see the rest of his cock disappear inside me. Sounds I’d never made before came from me as I took the full length of him.

“Yes,” he growled with pleasure, “look how good your cunt takes me.” He yelled out my name as he seated himself fully. Then he looked at me, his eyes wild. “I want to take you rough, Daisy.”

He wasn’t asking for permission, exactly, it was more like a warning. Though I felt safe with him. He might fuck me roughly, but he didn’t want to hurt me. I could sense that. Before I could nod, he gripped my hips and began to thrust hard and fast deep inside me. He pushed in to the hilt every time, harder and harder until I was gasping and crying out with every movement. I had never felt so stretched, so full.

“I’m going to come soon,” he said, moving his fingers back to work my clit. He strummed and played me like an instrument and soon I was practically screaming in his ear as I came harder than I ever had before, barely able to breathe as the strong climax passed through me, leaving my body limp and pliable.

“Fuck, yes.” He threw back his head as he hammered into me a few more times, then grew still and whispered my name reverently as I felt his hot release fill me, drenchingmy inner walls.

He pulled me into his arms while we both breathed deeply, trying to regain our sanity as we came down from our highs.

“That was… you’re amazing,” he said, finally, as he kissed me a few times, gentler this time, his lips smooth against mine. He pulled back, planted a kiss on my forehead and pulled out. “Stay right there. I’ll get something to clean you up.”

Overcome, I leaned my face against the cool glass of the vanity mirror. He was back in a flash with a washcloth to clean me up. He did a thorough job, staring at my sex the whole time as if he’d never seen a woman before.

My breaths still weren’t slowing down. How could they? He was slowly, almost lovingly, cleaning his dripping cum from my thighs, my pussy, until I felt incredibly turned on again. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a mewl of pleasure as he ran first the washcloth and then his fingers lightly over my clit.

“Oh, God,” I mumbled, trying to sit upright, but his hips were pressed up next to my legs, sort of holding me still.

I opened my eyes, confused. I was drenched again, I could feel it. And it wasn’t from the moist washcloth, either. His eyes were dark as he watched me, noting the reaction he was causing.

His eyes roamed over my body—from the mounds of my breasts pushed up high in the dress Madeline had picked out for me, to how tight it was around my waist. I was glad there had been a little give in the hips, or he would have ripped it when he was fucking me. He got a sexy smirk on his face, and I realized my lips were parted, I was breathing heavily, and my hips were moving in tandem with his hands.

“Do you need to come again, baby?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

He moved down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. He groaned when I sucked it, holding him there, keeping him from pulling away from me. When I finally let him go, his smirk was gone. It had been replaced by a look of pure, burning desire.

“Spread your legs.”

I did, as far as I could in my beautiful dress.

He dropped until his head was in my lap, and the next thing I felt was his tongue sweeping over my folds, flattening against my clit, then lapping at it, circling it, flicking it, until I was a writhing mess of desire. “Please,” I gasped out.

He didn’t even try to edge me. He just wrapped his lips around it and suckled until I was bucking against his face and screaming, his hands holding my ass as still as he could. I came with a vengeance, feeling as if I was having an out-of-body experience as he continued to suck, flicking his tongue back and forth over my bud quickly until I came once more, the climaxes running into each other and feeling like one long, extended gift of pleasure. Exhausted, sated, I slumped hard against the back of the vanity and he pulled me up into his arms, cradling me as I laid my head against his strong chest.

“Come here, baby,” he laid me down on the bed. “I’ll call and see if they can move our reservations…”

Before he could move, I unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and licked the underside from his root to his tip, sucking the head into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he barked out in surprise, almost falling as he leaned back against the wall. I lifted myself off the bed a little, changing my angle so I could fit as much of him as possible in my mouth. I realized my breasts were heaving, pushing against the constraints of the dress as if they would break loose at any moment. He stared at them, and I could feel his dick hardening, growing in my mouth.

“My God,” he breathed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “You’re a fucking dream.”

I took as much of him as I could, swallowing, gagging, and causing him to groan and pant with desire.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. He held my head as I pleasured him, rubbing his thumb over the line of my jaw and encouraging me to take more of him. “That’s right, beautiful, swallow me down.” Then, as Igot more and more aggressive in my sucking, “Fuck, I love the way you give head, baby. I love how you take my cock.”

I sucked harder until he reached up and grabbed my head in his large, strong hands. He went still as he held me there, sucking him relentlessly, and then he exploded with a rough yell. I looked up and grinned as he watched me swallow and swallow, doing my best to drink all that he gave me.

Once I finished cleaning him up, he leaned against the wall, panting and staring at me. “Baby, I would love to stay home and fuck you all goddamn night. But I actually planned out a date for the first time in my life, and I’m excited about it. Did I mess all of that up?” His eyes glanced over me, taking in my sex-mussed hair, my messy makeup.

I shook my head. “I just… need a few minutes. That’s all.”

“Are you sure? I can call and change things to another night.”

I didn’t want to ruin his plans, especially since he’d done nothing like this before. “No, no. I can get ready.” I got off the bed and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom to fix myself up. I looked over my shoulder to see him watching me. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned.”