Page 48 of Protected By My Playboy Billionaire

“Do you have the slightest idea of how beautiful you look?” His voice is deep and raspy—a sound that makes me take in a steadying breath. Every cord of muscle on his shoulders and arms dances under his skin as his hands work his belt open. Why does him unbuckling his belt have to be so fucking hot? Because I know what follows it. He slides his belt off, and it joins our clothes on the floor with a clank. I watch his every move as he crawls back up to me and, using his left arm to hold his weight, slides a hand down my body. The feathery touch makes me shiver and archmy back towards his hand that slides past my tummy and down to—

Oh my God. A loud moan escapes me as his fingers slide between my lips.

“You’re so fucking wet.” There’s pride in his tone. His fingers trace small circles around my clit, sending warmth up to my core. He takes his fingers away and brings them to his lips. “This is for me and me alone. Only I can do this to you.”

“Only you can do this to me,” I parrot his words a millimeter above a whisper. The looks he gives me, pleasantly surprised by my words, make my lips curl into a smile. He reaches between us, and I hear him unzip his pants.

“Look at what you do to me.” His tone is sharp enough for me to obey instantly.

I lift my head and look down at where his hand is pulling his pants down. Embarrassed, though unsure why, I glance away.

“I said, look.” His hand immediately moves my chin back, and all I can do is watch as he pulls his pants further down until his cock jumps out. Myeyes widen at the size of him. How does he expect this to fit inside of me?

As if reading my thoughts, a smirk creeps up on his lips and he takes one of my hands and slowly places it on his length. He closes his eyes and takes a sharp breath through gritted teeth before opening his eyes again, dark and deadly.

“This is what you do to me.”

The feel of him under my palm is like steel wrapped in velvet. I can’t see the expression on my face, but whatever it is, it makes him huff out a chuckle. He takes a condom out of his pocket and rips it with his teeth before taking it out. I watch as he places it on the tip of his cock.

“Be a good girl and roll it down for me.”

He wants me to do it? I hesitantly roll the condom down his length and look up at him for approval.

“Wrap your hand around it.” I do as I’m told, wrapping my fingers around him until they barely touch. The thought of it sliding inside of me—

“Don’t look so frightened,” he murmurs and slowly lowers himself with one hand, the other one fisting his cock, my hand still on it right next to his. He guidesthe tip to my entrance, the feel of it sending a wave of excitement and fear through me. He plants a soft kiss on my lips and pulls away just enough to look at me.

“Are you ready?” he whispers, his hot breath caressing my mouth.

“Is it going to hurt?” I don’t know how it can possibly not.

“It’s different for everyone.” He’s silent for a moment before speaking again. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.”

I swallow with a nod, fear being replaced by sweet anticipation as he shifts, his tip brushing against my entrance. He lowers himself and takes one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue drawing lazy circles around it. I suck in a breath and close my eyes, savoring the sensation. Suddenly, with one painfully slow movement, he slides in, the feeling similar to a drop of a rollercoaster.

“Oh my God,” I pant as I first his hair, his mouth still closed around my nipple, his tongue flicking it softly. There’s a slight pain from being so incredibly stretched around him. Adrian drags hishand up my neck and cups the back of my head before his lips collide with mine.

“Fuck,” he hisses into my mouth and pushes in more. He’s not even all the way in? I feel him stretch me more and more until all I feel is him inside of me. I have never felt so… filled. I’m unsure what to focus on: the pain or the pleasure. He stills for a moment, his mouth claiming mine before sliding out slowly.

“Ah!” I can’t stop the sounds escaping from my lips as he slides into me again. The pain subsides, replaced by the burning pleasure of his slow thrusts. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, unlike anything I’ve ever imagined it could feel like.

“What a good girl.” He slowly pulls back just enough to thrust into me again, picking up the pace little by little until I’m a thrashing mess under him. He props himself up on one arm and, using the hand on the back of my neck, pulls my head up.

“Look at how good you’re taking all of me.” His words send a wave of electricity through my body as I watch his cock disappear inside me.

“Oh, God!” I sob and grasp his forearm, his thrusts sending wave after wave of pleasure. I watch him slidein and out of me, picking up the pace, pumping into me with enough force to send me rocking back and forth with him.

“Look at yourself getting fucked,” he growls and brings my lips to his to drown out my moans.

He lets go of my head and slides his hand down between my legs. I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but feel as his fingers rub circles around my clit. I can feel it, the burning sensation spreading through my core, growing with each thrust of his cock, each circle he rubs with his fingers.

“I want to feel you come around my cock,” he growls into my mouth. “Let go, baby.”

His words are my undoing, and white-hot pleasure overtakes my whole body as I fall apart with his name on my lips, spiraling around and around.

“Fuck, Elana.” His hoarse voice echoes from somewhere far as he joins me, violently thrusting into me.

When I open my eyes again after what feels like an eternity, he’s already looking at me, both elbows on each side of my head, fingers caressingmy hair.