Stepdad Billionaire Series

Filthy/Sex Ritual

She scratches her nails on my shoulder blades, and the awareness they bring to my flesh only entice me more. I slip out of her halfway then slam inside, harder, and a tear rolls off the corner of her eye.

She works her inner muscles, her inner walls clinging to my meat, but I don’t let up. Again, I retreat then return, ramming her, and soon we find the perfect tempo, and we’re moving with each other, our bodies sweaty, our gazes still locked.

Then, she outsmarts me and moves her leg, and motions us to roll on the bed so she’s on top of me. I have the best view to this gorgeous woman, her full high breasts ready for me. I bring the right one into my mouth, licking her nipple, while cupping the other one.

“Oh yes… I’ve missed you so so much,” she says.

Ava moves so sensually, rocking her hips back and forth, playing with my hair as I suck her breast. She rides my cock violently, and I know there’s no way I can last much longer… not with her teasing me like this. My balls are heavy and I feel a coat of precum bubbling at the tip straight into her hot pussy.

She shifts her body a bit, and now my cock is thrusting all the way to the hilt. She sways her hips, eyelids half closed and lips parted. I take the lead and rock my hips, taking us to the kind of sinful mold one step closer to heaven. She. She is heaven.

“I love you,” I blurt out.

“I love you too.”

Within seconds, she comes undone. A wave of red spreads across her face and neck, and her breathing becomes labored. Her body trembles, and I feel her creaming even more around my cock.

Seeing her ignites my own rapture. I groan, and a strong, powerful surge drills through me, steadily, affecting my entire body. Saying her name, I release my hot load inside her, and she takes all of it.

We both drop to the bed, limbs entangled and bodies glistening. I hold her close, spooning her, kissing her shoulder. “I love you, Ava,” I repeat.

“Me too. I’m never letting you go,” she says softly, and my heart flips in my chest. This time, we both mean it.

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Sex Ritual::

First he took off her jacket, then he unzipped her fitted dress, peeling away the outward signs of her everyday life. “This is what I want,” Giles stated as he undressed her, “the real woman beneath the high-powered persona you adopt for work.” Humor and passion glinted in his eyes. “It’s pretty hard to get past it, you know.”

“Giles, please,” Imogen murmured, embarrassed by what she knew to be the truth. He had a way of exposing her in ways she hadn’t considered possible. “I need you.”

He paused and smiled. Slowly, he shrugged off his jacket and undid his silk tie, then traced his finger around her erect nipple.

Even through the sheer fabric of her black lace bra the touch was electrifying. Imogen’s legs trembled, her body hot with anticipation as Giles toyed with her.

He squeezed the sensitive nub firmly between thumb and forefinger, looking deep into her eyes while he lit her right through with that deliberately provocative touch. Imogen leaned toward him, her lips parting with the need to have his mouth covering hers while he touched her.

But Giles continued to take charge. He undid her bra, dropped it to the floor and then went for the handcuffs that he had left on the nearby dining table. Capturing her wrists in one hand, he clicked the cool metal into place, making his claim on her. Then he stepped away.

She swayed unsteadily on her high heels, uncertainty swamping her.

He strode to a nearby chair, undoing and abandoning his shirt as he went, then sat down. “Tell me something, Imogen.”

She eyed his bared, muscular chest, and swallowed, hard. “Anything.”

He kicked off his shoes and socks, each action like a deliberate stall. “We’ve been doing this for what…five, maybe six months now?”

Was he bored with her? She clutched at the chain that held her handcuffed wrists together, needing to feel the galvanized steel links between her fingers to hold her emotions steady. “Six months and ten days.”

He watched her every move.

“How well do you think I know you?” He rested his elbows on his knees and observed her closely as he asked the question.

She felt completely naked, even though she still wore her high heels, stockings and her black lace panties. Giles had teased her to distraction once he’d got her to his Thames-side apartment, and now she longed to feel the palm of his hand on her backside before he filled her.

Had she become too focused on that, she wondered. It was always a possibility. His eyes glittered with anticipation as he awaited her response. It was significant because he knew how hard it was for her to verbalize her needs and to admit her fears.

Her lips parted, and she ran her tongue over her lower lip before she spoke. “You know me well enough.”

It came out in a whisper, because it pained her to admit even that much. There was a fierce and stubborn streak in her that she managed to quell when they were together like this, but it rose quickly to the surface if she had to think too deeply about what she was doing, what she was giving away about herself when she submitted to Giles sexually—a younger man, her junior and a talented spin doctor. There was a lot at stake.

“Do I?” There was a confrontational tone to his question.

“We have sex, but you leave my bed when I’d rather keep you in it. How can I know you when you don’t let me in to your private thoughts?”

Somehow the sudden change in approach made her even more desperate for him to resume his attentions to their mutual physical needs. Between her thighs she throbbed with need. Her core tightened, aching to be filled—preferably while her bottom burned from the punishing slap of his palm as he worked her to climax. She tossed back her hair, forcing herself to breathe.