It’s Just Business by Lauren Landish, W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
<<<<495967686970717989>115
Advertisement2


He smiles, his eyes flashing devilishly, and I wonder if I’m ready for whatever he’s going to do next.

He moves back to my pussy, his tongue circling around my core until he finds my clit with the tip of his tongue. Looking into my face, he watches my reaction as he tortures me, not with pain but pleasure. He pushes two fingers inside me, adding to the wondrous torment, and my entire soul writhes with need. It feels like it’s the entire world, pulsating and quivering under his complete control.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted, all I ever need, and more. As Dylan’s tongue moves faster and faster, his fingers working that spot inside me, I’m left panting, drawing in breath almost to immediately exhale, my body burning with desire for him.

As I fist the sheets and my back bows, I barely hear Dylan.

“Come for me, my darling Raven. Give me what’s mine,” he orders before fastening his mouth around my clit and sucking sharply. My body falls apart, unlocked by his claim and his command to release fully. I cry out loudly, writhing as an intense, sweeping orgasm cascades through my body.

Dylan stays there, watching me toss my head from side to side, letting me ride every bit of my pleasure before he kisses his way up my body, trailing up my stomach until he reaches my bra. He unclips it, letting it fall aside to suckle on my right nipple.

Letting go of my ankles, I run my hands through his hair, arching my back to give him more and wrapping my legs around his waist. My stockinged legs slide against his lean midsection but still keep me open and available to him.

Dylan releases my nipple to kiss up to my lips, which he captures once more as his hard cock presses against my warmth. He pins my wrists above my head and slides all the way into me until I can take no more and whimper in fullness.

He breaks our kiss to ask, “Who do you belong to, Darling?”

“You,” I respond, and I’m rewarded with a deep, quick thrust that makes the world spin.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you,” I affirm, and he rewards me with another thrust. “Fuck… please, Dylan, I’m yours.”

“Only mine,” he murmurs as he fucks me ruthlessly, taking me like he owns me.

There’s a fresh desperation to his words, like he thinks I’m going to leave him. But I’m realizing there is no leaving Dylan Sharpe. Ever. I am ruined for anyone else. I’m his, and his alone.

My heart thumps in a way that slows time.

“What are you?” he asks, and I look into his eyes to see what he wants me to say.

I know, but I don’t give it to him. Not yet.

“I’m your newest associate,” I reply, squeezing my pussy around his cock with a teasing smile. “I’m the best talent you’ve ever hired.” My lips are swollen and my breath is still coming in pants, but I tease him. He groans as though my disobedience is turning him on. I drop my voice, whispering hotly, “I’m also your sweet, dirty, naughty slut who spends every minute she’s not making you money thinking about one thing and one thing only. Fucking you senseless.”

I expect him to unleash on me, the power of the filthy words driving him wild.

“You make me so fucking happy,” Dylan says, kissing me hard and thrusting deep inside me.

I gasp, at both the sweetness of what he just shared and the feeling of him filling and stretching me to the brink of near pain until it mixes with the divine pleasure.

The sensation of his fucking me with powerful strokes erases all thoughts from my mind. I hold onto him, crying out my pleasure.

There’s no need for words. They’re not intense enough as Dylan’s hips rise and fall, his cock hammering into my eager, willing body. We say all we need to in our touch, in the way his chest presses against mine and his hands tighten on my crossed wrists. I say it in the way my legs lock around his waist, my stockinged thighs squeezing him, urging him to fuck me harder, deeper, longer.

Time evaporates, replaced with lust. Thoughts melt, replaced with feeling. And as my third release builds into a tremendous tidal wave of bliss, the only things left are Dylan and the desire to be like this with him… forever.

He groans his release, and I’m there with him, our bodies thrumming with the shattering of our coming together. I hold him there, both of us frozen until we collapse, Dylan falling to the side and rolling with me to avoid hurting me.

I notice… and in that moment, I become his all the more. I don’t know when I fell, exactly, but I’m in love with him. As my heart settles, I know I have fallen for him.


Advertisement3

<<<<495967686970717989>115

Advertisement4