Page 69 of Billionaire Bad Boy Auction

He hopped off the couch and dropped the leather jacket and then the chaps. I stared up at him. Dean was not a man who wore clothes casually. He could make a paper bag look hot. The sight of his tall, muscular frame in nothing but black briefs was hot enough to make me forget the rest of the world existed.

He climbed back onto the couch and positioned himself between my legs. I could feel his heat and the hardness of his cock against my thigh. He trailed kisses down my chest and abdomen, stopping when he reached my panties.

“Do you want these off?” His voice was rough with desire.

“Yes,” I breathed, nodding eagerly.

He smiled wickedly and pulled my panties to the side before burying his face in my folds. I gasped when his tongue ran along my heated flesh. He lapped at my clit, taking me from mildly aroused to writhing under him in a matter of seconds. His fingers teased and played with my clit, driving me wild with pleasure. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and arched off the couch, moaning his name as an orgasm washed over me.

He kissed along my inner thigh, nipping softly before finally pulling off my panties and tossing them aside. His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed inside me slowly but surely until he was seated firmly within me. Both of us groaned.

He started to move slowly at first until he was slamming into me hard enough to slide me up the couch. He growled in frustration and rolled away. He stood and pulled me to my feet before spinning me around. I stumbled and leaned forward, which was exactly what he wanted. He lifted me up, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and pushed into me roughly from behind, burying himself deep. I cried out with the pleasure rolling through me in powerful waves.

His teeth grazed my shoulder before he sucked on my neck. He began to pace himself, thrusting in and out of me with a steady rhythm that matched our ragged breathing. Each stroke felt fiercer than the last, as if he were trying to claim me completely.

Then without warning, he pulled out and spun me around once more before pressing me against the wall beside the couch. His hands moved over my body possessively as he slipped back inside me again. The forcefulness of his movements was different now. It was much harder and deeper than before. It was a visible sign of his need for release as well as his determination to remind me who was in control here.

I didn’t care. He owned my body in the moment. I was happy to give it to him. My spine pushed against the wall. He growled low in his throat and kept pounding into me. A trickle of sweat ran down my temple. The heat from his body scalded me in the best way.

He pulled out suddenly, causing a soft cry to escape me. He turned me around to face the wall, one hand on my hip and the other gripping my shoulder. He pounded into me until I thought I would scream with pleasure. And then suddenly, just as I thought I couldn’t take any more of it, he stopped. He leaned his head against my shoulder, dragging in deep, ragged breaths.

“Shit, sorry,” he murmured.

“What?”

“Too rough?”

“Hell no,” I answered. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled low in his throat before grabbing my hand and leading me to the bedroom. He looked around before pushing me toward the bed. I sat down and scooted back. He followed me, his body covering mine once again. He sank into me with a slow groan.

“Fuck,” he breathed out.

His lips met mine in a fiery kiss that made my mind go blank for a few precious seconds. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively as he began to move faster and harder than before. He growled low in his throat when I met him thrust for thrust, encouraging him to go deeper still.

He leaned down to bite at my neck gently before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses over my neck and then back to my mouth. I couldn’t hold back any longer; I cried out his name as an orgasm rocked through me. He followed soon after, groaning loudly as he poured himself into me completely. We lay there panting, trying to catch our breaths. I didn’t know what just happened, but holy shit.