Billionaire's Black Runaway Love (BWWM Romance) (11 page)

Chace did not disappoint. The feel of him, first nudging at her pulpy folds, then his hands spreading out and cupping her backside, opening her further for his prodigious thickness…Emily was lost. Chace drove in with hunger, power, and dominance.

Emily moaned, jolted forward and having to keep her balance by holding on to her ankles. Her high heels ensured she was at that perfect angle for Chace to only slightly bend his knees and power into her again and again. His deep growls of pleasure made her weak, made her think of the picture she gave when he looked down and would see his engorged stem moving in and out of her dark flesh.

That thought had her head spinning, just as her walls began to quiver from the insistent, unbroken pace that sent Chace to the very neck of her womb with each stroke. “Can’t…last,” Chace rasped. “
Too close
.”

Emily was nearing the edge, too, she could feel it – could feel her vision whirring, stomach crunching. Soon, now, yes. Oh yes, she wanted to come so hard!

So she did. She helplessly bucked her ass back against Chace, her sex doing that mad spasm dance she couldn’t control. Chace gripped her hips tight and roared, letting her know he was spilling come deep into her belly as he slammed against her bouncy rear.

It had been hard and fast and just what they needed. Gently pulling her up straight, Chace drew out and turned her face to his, kissing her lips fiercely. Emily rejoiced, feeling his essence joining hers and spilling down her legs. He gathered her tightly in his arms, deepening the already ravenous kiss. No words could describe how fulfilling their passion had been, yet still kept their appetite for each other at its height, with only the edge slightly taken off.

One large hard squeezed on her ass, and Chace growled deeply against her lips. He broke the kiss and Emily blinked her eyes open to find his gray gaze boring into hers, a fire in them so strong that it lit her up from end to end.

It looked like that one week apart had had its effect on both of them. Their first coupling had been rugged and indelicate. And Emily couldn’t help but think it was best sex ever – until the next time, of course. With Chace it always only got better.

Chace let her slip out of her panties, but he didn’t let her freshen up. Instead, he made her hand him her modest cotton whites which he placed in his trouser pocket. Then hitching her to his side, he took her round the condo before unearthing some wine from the cellar.

Oh, so were they to bond over glasses of wine now? Have some engaging conversation while each second Emily was conscious of the fluids drying down her inner thighs? Maybe it was his little quirk, enjoying the thought of his stamp of ownership remaining on her while they went about with ordinary tasks.

Tonight, and this whole trip, was on his terms. So Emily kept up the act of giving him complete authority. He was in charge here, while she merely wished to
submit
. For once, she was ready for everything that single word entailed.

He poured them some wine and they nibbled on the gourmet sandwiches kept waiting in the fridge. Then he told her he’d want her to go home with him one weekend soon – his real family home in New York.

Emily had frozen, not sure how to respond.
Hell no? Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves?

“What, is it ‘let’s meet the parents’ time already?” Emily asked on a guffaw. “You really need to chill, Chace. I’m not sure where you’re getting at, but I’m not about to play victim to your whims.”

“Not a whim,” Chace said, idly twiddling the slender neck of his flute. “It’s customary for family to know the woman I’m with. Well technically, they already know you since we’ve dated before and you’ve even stayed over.”

“I’m not about that,” Emily said firmly, while glaring at him.

“Then what are you about? What does this mean to you? What do we mean to you, Emily?”

Emily glared at Chace even harder. Damn his insufferable calmness.

“It means what I want it to mean for as long as I want it,” she said through a tight smile. “You might run the show, but how the curtain falls is going to be my call.”

A small smile edged up the corner of Chace’s lips. “I don’t know about all that. All I know is I want you in my life. I want you to be comfortable and happy. I never want to think of you in danger or alone, with no one to take care of you. So why don’t you let me?”

Emily huffed. She couldn’t believe this man. “I’m not going to be your toy.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to.” Now Emily couldn’t tell if it was ice or fire in his gleaming eyes. “I know you don’t care about my money or name. You don’t need a man to keep you in jewels and high fashion. You’re old enough to know exactly what you want.”

“What if what I want…only wants to hurt me?”

Emily hadn’t for it to come out like that, but it had. Chace stilled, spearing her with his gaze. When he didn’t speak at first, Emily shook her head angrily and turned to walk away. Chace reached out an arm to wrap it round her waist and jerk her into him.

They were chest to chest, Chace seated while Emily stood, her heels giving her the needed height to look him in the eye. Emily challenged him with her gaze, her lips set in defiance. There was no mistaking the anger in his every fiber, in the way his nostrils flared. Good. She needed him to show some emotion for once.

Then he smiled. It was somewhat a thin, mirthless. “Each time we touch…when you look at me – I know you want me as much as I want you.”

Wrong.
I want you more
, Emily thought helplessly. She closed her eyes and sighed. “Chace…”

He kissed her before she could finish the word, claiming her lips with a desperation that surprised her, right before awakening a similar sensation in her loins. His hands spread possessively across her back, underneath her blouse, touching skin, leaving a trail of heat from his palms.

He made her lose herself in him again, and Emily couldn’t hate him or fight it. Even when he lifted her up and she wrapped herself around him as she had many times before, she already knew he’d won. Whatever the battle, whichever the situation was, Chace would always win.

He laid her down in the bedroom and practically ripped off her already ruined blouse, followed by her bra, skirt, and heels. Then he undressed, so quickly his movements were a blur. When he joined his lips to hers again, the burn of flesh was everywhere. A week without him had seemed like a year and yet still felt like it was just yesterday. What was it about love that made his body, and everything about him, so familiar and yet still brand new? Like the first time, but still like forever. Emily moaned and writhed beneath him, wanting to touch and taste and breathe him – and hold on tight as long she dared.

But could anyone really hold him? Emily knew so many must have tried and failed. The thought of getting so close to paradise and losing it all, again had Emily’s heart fluttering weakly. Instinctively, her face turned away, her hips pulling back.

Chace was already poised to enter her and was sprinkling soft kisses on her face, her neck. Emily’s boneless frame melted as she instantly weakened and her heartbeat accelerated as that untamed wildness took over her uneasiness. But Chace seemed to have sensed her hesitation, and what he said next was an indication.

“If begging is what it takes, then I’ll do it,” said Chace’s voice as if from far away. He was breathing the words onto her body as his lips descended while he moved down her body. Emily’s seeking fingers found the top of his head, clenching into the locks.

“Just to keep me from going insane – I’ll do what it takes,” he whispered on the rippling concave of her torso. He moved further down, down to her heated sex. “Please.”

The single syllable was dragged out, into her body, as his mouth settled on her slit and Emily’s lower body bounded up to meet him.
He was driving me straight out of my mind.

He kept her legs open and in place with his arms firm on her hips, his hold prepared for each buck, twist and roll of her hips as Emily went wild beneath his onslaught. Her tender, swollen clit was sucked, kissed, and nibbled, her entrance stabbed and laved with his tongue, her folds plucked into his lips. Emily’s insides trembled, purring noises spilling from her lips. It took less than three minutes of Chace’s skillful teasing to have Emily exploding beyond his or her control.

Her body arched steeply off the bed, then flopped down again, her head whizzing. Her hips gave a few more reflexive jerks as Chace let his tongue and lips keep tormenting her as he licked at her juices.

By the time he moved back up her body again, Emily’s strength of will and possession of self had returned. Her eyes were wide and knowing as they held Chace’s.

“Do I get my turn now?” she asked, with just the tip of her tongue running from one corner of her parted lips to the next.

Chace’s eyes blazed, but there was no time for questions because Emily moved quickly to maneuver him on his back.

Swinging on top of him, she gave a twisted smile. He wasn’t the only one with powers to tease and please. With the right man, a woman like her could be very inventive, not to mention provocative and daring.

“Emily…”

She knew he’d try to stop her if he could. Maybe he didn’t want her to feel she had to reciprocate. This wasn’t about what she had to do, though. It was about what Emily
needed
. And right then she needed to taste him, all of him. Have his maleness stretch her mouth the way it did her sex each and every time.

First, Emily kissed Chace softly on the mouth to let him know she wouldn’t be deterred. This was for
her
. Then she worked her way down slow, real slow. Emily didn’t know where on earth she learned any of this. It certainly wasn’t out of habit. She hardly ever took the lead in the bedroom, even though she always did her best to be responsive and interactive. With Chace, she didn’t have to think it through; her mind moved on autopilot, telling her exactly what made him feel good.

That and his deep growls of pleasure were her indicator as she snaked her way down his gloriously fit body, with those gorgeous chocolate abs as her friends liked to call it. The type that was perfectly ridged and looked as invitingly chiseled as a slab of chocolate – ready set for her to sink her teeth into.

She grazed him with her teeth, loving the taste and texture of him. Her tongue roved around his nipples and slid down in a wet trail to his groin, his groans like music to her ears. Her hands circled his now impossibly hard shaft, and she couldn’t help but hum in appreciation.

Chace sucked in a breath, but didn’t otherwise move as Emily licked lollipop circles around his tip and length. Her hands stayed busy stroking, cupping, and pumping, just as she wrapped her lips over his thick mushroom cap and sucked. Her mouth moved down on him in a wet glide of lips and tongue, her moan of delight echoing with Chace’s groan of pleasure. His pelvis rocked up to accept her bobbing head as her mouth slurped on his massive tool, her throat taking him deep.

Emily would have gladly been lost in her own world of giving him pleasure, but something made her look up to hold his gaze while she sucked him. Her throat rippled around him, burying him in slick, eager warmth.

Chace made a face that was part agony, part ecstasy. He was cupping her head in his hands, not so much guiding her but cradling her as she took him as deep as she dared. Her eyes told him she wanted him to lose control, her energetic lips and tongue giving him the go-ahead he needed if he wished to give her his come, right in her mouth.

Reading her perfectly, Chace let out a raspy grunt and arched off the pillows, suddenly tugging her off his member and pulling her mouth to meet his. He smoothly shifted her down on her back, their lips never breaking. It could easily have turned animalistic, uncontainable. Emily was already brimming wet and she could feel his rigid staff probing against her slit.

Instead, things slowed down and eased into a sublime advance, with Chace’s kiss initiating a butterfly effect to culminate in something neither of them had ever expected.

Something real, something solid taking shape and building right before their eyes.

Emily slid her legs and arms around Chace, feeling him slowly press his crown into her dripping slit. Her head rolled back and the flat of his tongue stroked the skin of her neck, her chest, and her breasts.

This way was even hotter and freakier, feeling Chace just within the rim of her sex, having him tease the sensitive tissues and nerve endings there. Ooooh, he was good. He knew just how to make her cream. Wet, hot, and slick, her snug-fitting walls undulated to the rhythm of each plunge of that steel-like shaft.

Soon, neither of them could hold back. Chace increased his pace…Emily’s moans grew louder, her hips rolling to get more and more of him inside her. She felt him roam his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and tugging her nipples. But when he reached his hand in between them to rub her clit in time with his thrusts, Emily bucked and shook.

Sounds of their passion thundered in the room, rugged groans and squeaking cries mixed in with the lush, lewd melody of flesh slapping on flesh, grinding in and out, sliding, and rocking.

“Oh fuck,” Chace rasped, feeling Emily’s tightness pulsing around his length. Just watching his face as he looked down to stare at the point they were linked together was enough to take her over the edge. Crying out, she gave in completely, buried in that ultimate sugar rush that went straight to her brain.

She loved that Chace didn’t stop thrusting or stroking on her swollen clit till she’d reached her last tremble. Then he pulled his hand away and groaned as he rammed into her over and over, too close himself to sustain that maddening, rampant pace that made Emily’s eyes water. There was no mistaking the way he swelled and throbbed inside her, letting her know he was reaching the peak.
There was no time to waste,
thought Emily as her brain suddenly shot into action.

“Chace, I want it in my mouth,” she breathed, right before she urged him on his back again. In an instant she wrapped her lips around his rock hard member. To her delight, Chace grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth one, twice, thrice. Before long he shot into her mouth – thick and ropey and so much she had to swallow quickly to keep up.