Page 26 of Big Billionaire

The moment we’re in our bedroom, Damien presses me against the door, his mouth crashing onto mine in a kiss that’s all fire and possession. His hands roam down my sides, fingers toying with the zipper of my gown.

“This dress is gorgeous, baby girl, but I’ve wanted to take it off you all evening,” he growls against my lips.

Heat pools low in my belly. But instead of letting him, I step back. My lips curve into a slow, daring smile.

His brows lift, sharp with curiosity, as I turn my back to him and slide the straps of my gown off my shoulders. The silk glides down my body, pooling at my feet. I turn back around to face him, keeping my eyes locked on him the entire time, silently daring him to look away.

He doesn’t. His gaze grows darker, hungrier, as though each inch of exposed skin fuels the beast in him.

When I’m bare before him, I whisper, “Now you.”

For a heartbeat, his mouth curves in that dangerous, amused smirk of his, like he’s debating reminding me who’s always in control. But then, he plays along. One button at a time, he peels away his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension between us grows with every piece of clothing discarded, until at last he’s stripped down to nothing but raw power and desire.

I cross the space and press my body against his, the heat of his skin branding mine. Standing on my tiptoes, I press my mouth to his ear and whisper, breathless, “Let me take care of you tonight, Daddy.”

Something flickers in his eyes—surprise, dark amusement, hunger. And then, without resistance, I push him back onto the bed.

He chuckles, his body relaxing into the pillows as he folds his arms behind his head. I lower my body over his and capture his mouth with mine, kissing him slow and deep. His hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, but then I slip free, trailingmy lips across the sharp line of his jaw, down the column of his throat where his pulse thunders beneath my tongue.

I savor the way his breath catches, the faint growl in his chest as I move lower still. Across his chest, over the hard ridges of his stomach.

He shifts beneath me, the muscles of his body taut with restraint, but he doesn’t stop me. When I finally reach my destination, I wrap my hand around his thick, hard length, my breath shuddering. I glance up, meeting his gaze. His stormy gray eyes are locked onto me, molten with desire.

And then I take him into my mouth.

A low, guttural sound rumbles from deep in his chest, his hand curling into the sheets instead of my hair like it usually does. I wrap my lips tighter around his cock, sliding down, savoring the taste, the heat, the weight of him filling my mouth. My tongue teases along his length, and his hips jerk despite his control.

“Christ, firefly…” he rasps, voice ragged, almost broken.

The sound makes me ache with need. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper, loving the way his breath comes harsher, heavier, his body shifting restlessly beneath mine. I keep going, fueled by his harsh moans.

“Holy shit,” he growls, cursing softly under his breath when I roll my tongue around his tip and lick downward. “I’m going to fucking come.”

I let him go, chuckling when Damien gives me an exasperated look. “What the hell, firefly?”

“Easy, Daddy,” I coo, running my palm slowly up his chest. “I’m in control, remember?”

I position myself over him, his tip nestled in my entrance. He goes rigid, and for a moment, I watch him fight for control.

“You really are going to be the death of me, baby,” he grunts, sliding one hand up my back while the other grips my hip.

I slide down his hard length, slowly, taking him in one fraction of an inch at a time. And God, the pleasure is insane. My eyes drift closed as I descend lower, until he’s completely buried inside of me.

“Oh God,” I moan, my voice dripping with pleasure. And then he pulls me down by my neck and claims my mouth in a consuming kiss.

I start to move, and he tears his mouth from mine, his hand gripping my waist tight. “Stop.”

It’s a command, and I freeze, my heart dropping to my stomach.

“W-what? Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m afraid you’re doing everythingtooright, firefly,” he grits out, his eyes darkening even more. “I’m afraid I’ll go crazy if you keep going.”

“Please, Daddy…don’t make me stop,” I beg, leaning down to kiss him in the crook of his neck. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Oh, fuck, Lena…”

“I can go slow if you want.” It’s a lie, but I’ll do anything to see this to the end. He lets out a defeated sigh and reaches up to cup one of my breasts in his palm.