Her Sweet Surrender: Billionaire Secrets - Book Four (11 page)

She had to be strong.

"I didn’t tell you to do that." She said thickly. "I don't want it."

He drew back and waited, daring her to up the ante.

"I told you clearly that I am ready to be fucked now. Not teased, not touched, not licked or kissed." She stared at him and opened her legs wider. "I said fucked and I meant it."

She watched his broad chest vibrate as his heart raced. She was getting close.

"Suzy… you don’t know what you're asking. Trust me, I can give you everything you need, make you feel things that--"

"Shut up. I didn't say talk. I don’t want you to talk to me. I want you to fuck me. Now do it."

This was beyond dirty talk; there was an emotional intensity in her voice that threatened to rip them apart whether they fucked or not.

"Do it whatever way you want to Ruben, I don’t care about the details, but do it now or our agreement is null and void."

He swallowed hard and shook his head vigorously, only serving to make him all the more desirable with his messed up hair. He leaned forward and dropped his two hands to the floor either side of her waist, his hips coming into contact with her inner thighs. He was above her now, so close, she could feel his breath. He was going to do it. Whatever personal taboo he had was about to be broken wide open.

"Closer." She said and he lowered himself further down. She turned her eyes up to his and it anguished him even more, causing him to growl as though struggling with an enemy. When she looked down again, the narrow gap between them fired a jolt of excitement through her as she watched her own soft, quivering belly lie just inches below the dark, rock hard, marble like muscles of his chest and abdomen. Further down she could see the head of that massive cock and before she could brace herself, with one uncontrollable spasm of lust he had pushed himself inside her.

Both of them screamed out wildly. She threw her head back and then reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. She searched for his eyes but he was hidden from her, his head buried in her neck. She struggled for breath as the slow, wide girth of his thrust pushed ever deeper inside her.

"Fuck." He gasped. "You're so wet for me. God it's been so long."

She closed herself powerfully around him and felt the resistance of his thrusting manhood. Every muscle in his body strained in response but he stayed in control. He was still Ruben Mayweather after all. The slow, intense sensation of him sliding along her clit, drawing back and then sliding in again was pushing her inexorably higher and he still hadn't even found his full depth yet.

"I can't do this." He said suddenly, turning his head away from her. It had been too long since he had done it this way. It was too intense for him emotionally. As much as he tried to keep it physical where he was the master of his domain, he could not battle the powerful emotions that this woman was calling up in him.

And Suzy knew it. She could feel it in every tight, aching muscle of her body.

"You promised me." She hissed at him mercilessly.

"No." He begged and began to withdraw, but feeling him retreat she wrapped her legs quickly around his back, squeezed his tight, contracted ass as hard as she could and pulled him back in.

"You made a promise to me." She repeated, close to his ear. "Now fuck me like you said you would. Fuck me as hard as you can."

The harsh words broke something inside him and she felt him plunge deeper inside her than she would have thought possible. The swollen, slick bulb of his cock rounded upwards and pressed hard into her G-spot while at the same time her clit twitched in agony against his shaft. He dropped down closer to her and wrapped one arm around her neck, supported on one elbow, as his other hand went to her ass to push her in closer still. Her whole body groaned in ecstasy and she felt the first orgasm begin to go through her. She wanted to lie back, savor the moment, but Ruben was relentless now, pounding, thrusting, striving to go deeper but still maintaining the steady, obsessive rhythm that was part of his nature.

It was ungodly and she feared at any moment she might scream out to plead with him to stop, but he had put his hand was across her mouth and his lips were to her neck. The feeling of being trapped was insane.

This.  Would.  Not. Stop.

Not until he was satisfied or she was unconscious or both.

He moved both hands to her head now and holding her firmly in his hands, he began to slam into her, from below. Holding her head prevented her body from moving upwards under the force of his thrusts and made the feeling of absolute helplessness under the sexual onslaught even more complete, more mind-numbingly sexy.

A powerful wave of exploding orgasms filled her from head to toe and as her back arched up to meet him, his abdomen thrust down to claim hers. The rock hard muscle of his body squeezed against her pubic bone and the wet walls of her channel clenched wildly against his throbbing, diamond hard cock.

She was pinned, immobilized, utterly fucked wide open and still he showed no signs of relenting. She tried to push against him but the shuddering waves of climactic pleasure had left her exhausted and he was like a machine now, programmed to fuck until there was nothing left of her. She felt another searing wave of peak pleasure force its way through her and then he was looking into her eyes.

"Is this what you wanted?" He said between gritted teeth. "Is it?"

She tried to answer but it was impossible. Instead she forced her head to his shoulder and bit down hard to stifle her screams as her body was battered yet again into painful, merciless orgasm.

Her lover shouted his last gasp and then collapsed to the bathroom floor beside her, gasping, only half conscious.

Suzy lay, spread-eagled for several blissful moments before coming to herself again. If what he had done to her before was mind blowing, this time he had rocked her soul as well. It was hard to believe he had taken her even higher and harder than when he had brought her to orgasm with a single, perfectly placed kiss.

But this wasn't the time to relax. She only had one hour to break him and time was rapidly running out.

She forced herself to get up and then straddled him. He quickly came to life beneath her, his cock growing against his will underneath her ass.

"We're not done yet." She said, staring down at him. "I need you hard for me again." She felt him immediately stiffen at her words and felt a thrill course through her. She lifted herself up, allowing his cock to straighten and then held it in place as she lowered herself down. The change in angle made all the difference and slowly, slowly she found her place on top of him. He stared up at her, his mouth hanging open, his eyes hot and focused, his perfect billionaire hair in a state of wet, wildly fucked disarray.

"Now
I
get to fuck
you
." She said. A anguished groan of helpless pleasure escaped the taut, powerful man's lips.

"Suzy, please, we have to talk."

"No time for talking." She said and began to move, making him wince in response, a prisoner to the terms of his own agreement. He longed to break free but exulted in the terrifying pleasure of being trapped exactly where he was.

"I want to forget about the deal Suzy." He said desperately.

"It's way too late for that now." She squeezed him hard, exulting in her mastery. The pleasure she extracted from him now was quite different. She still felt the deep, warm inner glow of having been fucked to oblivion mixed with his huge, throbbing manhood inside her, but now there was the additional thrill of stealing one more orgasm from her helpless partner. She had never been like this before, never in such total control. In her relationships she had always been the sensitive and submissive one, but that was before she met Ruben Mayweather and he had shown her how to be a merciless lover.

If Suzy Falstaff was anything, she was a fast learner and this wouldn't be the first time that she had quickly surpassed a teacher in raw ability.

She planned to fuck him hard until every inch of his body begged for release and then maybe, just maybe, she free him.

She began moving up and down with the same machine like determination that he had battered her with moments before. When he tried to hold her back to control her thrusts she pushed his weakening hands away to the bathroom floor.

"Keep them there." She commanded. His fingers struggled uselessly to find a grip on the smooth tiles.

She rested her hands against his broad, massively contracted chest and then held her ground as the man fought to thrust into her from below and then it came. The moment she had been waiting for; his orgasm, observed by her with cold, thrilled, objectified pleasure. He had come for her, beneath her, and she had watched it all, moment by moment, just as he had done to her.

He lay back on the floor like a broken man and she rested herself down on top of him. There were scarce moments left before her hour was up and suddenly she was greedy for closeness, hungry for affection. On the two occasions they had been together he had left her, cold and alone.

This time, that kind of behavior was not an option.

"Hold me." She said. "Kiss me. Do it like you mean it."

His strong arms wrapped around her and his lips covered her neck, her cheeks, her forehead and finally her lips.

It felt like true love. If only it could be so.

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Ruben awoke to the shuddering tears of the woman who had just smashed a meteor sized hole through his world. His arms were still wrapped around her, tangled up in the oversized towel he had drawn over them on the bathroom floor.

A feeling of panic went through him but then subsided as he held her to him and realized she was still safe, still with him.

He pressed his lips to her head and squeezed her tightly.

"Suzy, baby, tell me, what's wrong."

She began pushing away from him.

"Nothing's wrong." She said, turning her head away. "Come on, I'm ready now. You fulfilled your part of the agreement. Now it's my turn. The hour is up. Do whatever you want with me. I won’t make any trouble. Ten nights. We agreed on ten nights."

"Stay with me." He said, with the unflappable calm she had come to expect from him. It had returned so quickly after his undoing on the floor below her. It had been futile. To thinks she could have changed this man in just one short hour.

"I want you close to me." She heard him say. Her eyes were tightly shut but she stopped resisting and allowed herself to be drawn in to powerful embrace. Was this just part of his game? A moment or two of closeness before he unleashed his mind-bending barrage of sex games upon her?

She felt him draw the big towel in closer around them and then one strong hand pulled her  trembling thigh over his own, intertwining them like rapt lovers on the floor.

"Look at me." He said and put his hand softly to her cheek. "Open those beautiful eyes fully and look at me."

She began to turn her eyes up to him but he raised her head up with a gentle finger to her chin.

"Don’t do that. Please. Not yet anyway. You'll need to call an ambulance if you force me to make love to you again like we just did."

Her eyes widened with surprise.

"Did I get really get to you that badly?" She said.

"Are you kidding me? You still really have no idea what you just did to me, do you?"

He pulled her in closer to him and rained soft kisses down along her neck before taking her head into his hands again and pressing his lips lovingly to hers. The tender, caring actions were more confusing her more than ever.

"Ruben, you're… please don’t do this. It's not fair."

His deep eyes enveloped her as completely as the thick bathroom towel and his strong arms. If this was some perverted part of his sex play then it was the worse cruelty yet.

"Don't do this to me. I can take your weird bondage games, you can mess with my head but leave my heart alone."

He rolled them over so that she was lying under him and stared down into her eyes.

"I'm not playing with you." He said with absolute seriousness. "I'm not messing with your head or your heart." She felt a wave of hope go through her but forced it back down, swallowing hard to control her emotions, even if she was beginning to lose control in other ways. The gorgeous man above seemed to press down on her in all the right places. His thighs molded against hers, his chest squeezed intoxicatingly against her own breast and tightening nipples. Her emotions may have been confused but her body didn't seem to care and was responding to him in the only way it knew how.

"You want me." He said, gazing into her eyes with that orgasm inducing half smile on his lips. "I know you want me." His pubic bone pressed to her mound and she felt herself inexorably moisten within as his cock grew steadily against her.

Could he really be ready to do it again so quickly?

"Of course I want you." She whispered and hugged him closer. "I've been waiting for you since the day I was born." She said into his shoulder and then allowed her tears to come. Silly stupid emotions - rose tinted, post coital pillow talk. None of it her style, but what the hell? Who was watching? What had all her years of being so uptight and rational ever gained her emotionally?