Southern Charmed Billionaire (13 page)

My
need to just sleep with
him was
so deep and permeating
; I
just had to
experience him once – just once –
a
fter that,
I’d be fine
, I promised
. I just need
ed
t
o be
satiat
ed
now
.
 

His lips trailed down my neck
as
his eager hands pulled down my teddy, freeing my
full, round
breasts
, which begged to be touched
. His lips found my aching nipples and I cried out at the feel of his
skilled tongue, which swirled around them, dialing up my pleasure.
 

I couldn’t believe it. I
was living a fantasy.
Atticus Branch
III had his
tongue
generously
sliding
across my
nipples, his mouth hungrily
sucking them with a need of his own
.
 

 I cried out
in pleasure
as he
sucked my nipples
so hard my pussy
pulsated
in great
jealousy
. I throbbed
, moaned, and thanked the heavens.
I couldn't believe I had gotten so lucky
–I was
get
ting exactly
what I wanted.
 

He released his hold on me
,
let
ting
me
slide
down
until
my legs
were spread-eagle
over his knee
.
I was so
desirous with need
that just the feel of
him
—
any part of him
—
was enough to make me come fast.  
 

As if
telepathically
sensing my incredible need,
he responded to my desires.
He
rolled me over his leg, stopping
just
a moment to take
off
his suit jacket and shirt
, and then
tossed them to the floor.
 

There he was
, right
here in front of me, shirtless and sexy. A
nd I was left
lying sinfully and deliciously
spread
-
eagle
a
cross his leg.
 

Oh, he knew what he was doing.
 

He
lowered his leg
, leaving me
with the lonesome, longing
ache between my legs
screaming for more. My pussy
begged
out for
him
,
any
p
a
rt of him, to reach out and
touch her some more. But
considering where we were, and what we were doing, I knew I
wouldn’t have to wait very long.
 

I’m just saying:
look at him
, shirtless and rock
fucking
hard in
a
private room at a
costumed sex masquerade
.
 

“Turn around.”
His command,
hot as freaking fuck,
was barely a
whisper. I wanted to
ask him to
say it again,
j
ust
so I could
to
hear the husky need in his tone and feel
the
exhilarating
shivers run down my spine
again
.
This
was so hot, erotic, and mysterious.
 

I spun around feeling giddy, excited, and nervous
—
yet turned on
like
hell. Nothing this
scintillating
had ever happened to me in my life. I’d never had sex with a stranger, never had a one-night stand. But he wasn’t a stranger. I knew him. My body knew him. And my fantasies
k
new
him
greatly
, like an A-list
celebrity.
 

“Hands on the wall.” I was trembling
with equal doses of desire and hunger
under his command
,
wet with anticipation for what was to come
as my palms la
id
against
the cold walls.
 

“Spread your legs wider.” He ordered
.
I smiled
naughtily
in response
as I obeyed his command.
 

Search me now, officer
, m
y pussy demanded as my nipples
pearled
.
 

A strong, masculine
hand slid down my bare neck, its
trail
followed by a slow
sensual
kiss
tenderly taking its place
. I held my breath as
his
hand
eased smoothly
down my sides
at a leisurely pace, sliding
across the thin fabric, but then
dipping
below
. My breath caught as it slid
down… down some more…and down even further, until it reached
the slick folds of
my
sweet
pussy.
 

I closed my eyes and bit my lip
. A small groan escaped as I lingered on the edge of bliss.
 

Please
…
 

Please touch me there
…
 

I was
wet with
need.
 

At long last,
I
finally
felt the touch I
craved to feel
the moment he left the kitchen a day ago.
 

My delight registered in a
light moan
.
I was so
delicate
, so
willing
,
and
so
sensitive to
his touch
that even with the gentlest exploration of my
body caused me to buckle in pleasure.
My knees went weak, and I would have hit the floor if he weren
’t supporting my body against him.
 

A light laugh escaped him.
 

“You're so wet for me,
Rachel.
”
 

I nodded and shuttered.
 

“For me, a mere stranger.”
 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
 

Please don’t stop because you’re figuring it out!
 

“Are you a naughty girl, Rachel?”
He
whisper
ed
in
my ear as he slowly twirled
his digits around
my quivering
k
nob
, forcing me to close
my eyes
from his
delicious touch.
 

Unable to speak, a
ll I could do was nod.
 

“Are you a sinner…
Rachel
?”
 

I nodded
, this time
faster
. I was so drunk with lust that I nearly
blurted
out,
“W
ho’s Rachel?
” Thank God I had at least part of my
wits functioning. Barely.
.
 

My
body
free floated
in the waves of
Pleasure Island as
I melted against
him, a slave to his touch
.
 

“Bend over
,
you naughty girl.” He
growled, his voice just above a murmur
in my ear. At that moment, I didn’t care what he
planned
to
do to
my body
.
H
e could spank me
if he wanted
; it didn’t matter
so
long as it promised
him as my
reward.
 

He was worth it.
 

The sound of a condom being unwrapped never sounded sexier in my life. I leaned against the wall, my pussy soaking wet and waiting to be fucked by the hottest man I
’d ever been with
—
in a private room in a
mansion in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere
. This was officially
the craziest thing I
’d ever done.
 

The anticipation
of being
filled by a man that drove me so
wild with lust
made me
nearly
melt and explode all at once
, a powerful experience, especially considering that
I hadn’t even felt his cock
yet
.
 

He slowly pulled my lace teddy
down, taking
his
sweet
time
as he dragged it
down to my ankles.
Once he pulled it down far enough, he
drew circles with his tongue
from my ankles
to my calves,
and
up
to
my inner thighs, his tongue barely
making contact with my pussy lips
.
 

Oh.My.Gawd.
 

He rested his
hand on my hip
; that
’s when
I knew I was about to
get
the release
I needed to quench this
unstoppable
fire inside me
.
 

And just like that
– just like I expected
—
he entered me slowly
,
taking his time so my body could acclimate to
his fullness. His
delightful
tongue and breath tickled the back of my neck
as he took his second thrust
, his hand cupping my breast,
the
other hand sliding down
to touch my clit.
 

He
was aware of his large size, blessed with both length and girth.
I could tell because nearly every
move he made
seemed
choreographed
to infuse ease and comfort in my body
.
 

Atticus Branch
III
was in me!
He penetrated me so deeply, much more than any other man had ever accomplished, without trying.
He
was almost more than I could handle, intense,
almost painful,
but wildly erotic.
 

 
H
is commanding
fingers
swirled masterfully
over my quivering clit
,
reducing my body to Jell-O as my lips released
erotic whispers and pants.
I was his prisoner
of love
tonight.
 

A prisoner to
his delicious, never-ending
pleasure.
 

Yes
, oh yes
, I thought, as he sent me galloping toward orgasm.
Tonight
I was a
S
inner
…
.
 

Chapter Thirteen
 

Kate
 

“Good morning, lover.”
 

My eyes slid open, hazily surveying my surroundings. No more than a few seconds passed before the choice of words and the person who said them truly registered to my brain. Realization triggered a flood of panic to my body. My heart nearly leapt through my chest as my eyes confirmed my fear: Atticus, in the flesh, standing in the doorway of my guest room.
 

Lover.
 

Had he figured it out? That it was me last night? That I had followed him? That we had shared a night of the most passionate lovemaking the hottest, Earth-shattering sex I’d ever had?
 

Heat rushed to my cheeks. I couldn’t help but to blush thinking about it. I had taken an uber back to the estate. Ha, imagine uber at 4am! But the driver had said the night had been exceptionally busy from some fancy party.
 

Hm. Wonder why.
 

Not.