Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) by Nikki Bloom (manga ebook reader .txt) 📕

the one in his neck throbbing. It made me feel powerful to see him quicken at my touch in a way that was quite unfamiliar to me. I pushed him back so that he was lying flat on the bed and pulled his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop.

I ran my fingers curiously along his strong thighs, circling and circling, but never getting close to his twitching dick. He groaned, bucking his hips impatiently, but I paid him no mind. I was too busy savoring the feel of him beneath my touch. I felt that I could do anything to him, and he would let me. Shimmying down to his feet, I ran my finger along the arch in his foot.

He shouted, his toes literally curling as his dick jumped.

“Oh, you like that,” I murmured.

“I like everything. Come here, please.” He held his hand out to me. I considered playing with him some more, but I was too curious about what he wanted to do now. I put my palm against his and he pulled me up the bed, hand curled around my neck. He pulled my mouth down to his and proceeded to devour it.

I straddled him, running my fingers along his rock-hard abs and letting him taste every last crevice and crack in my mouth. He flipped us over with an effortless strength that honestly had me panting with arousal.

I tucked my feet around his waist, holding him to me as he continued to kiss me, hands behind my head, cradling me in place. As my hips undulated upward, his bucked against me. I could feel the tip of his dick brushing against my entrance and whimpered, feeling open and ready and needy.

Those sounds seemed to fuel his arousal because his jolts and thrusts became stronger, more erratic. His dick was so hard that it stood straight and erect.

He brushed by my entrance with every swish, and soon, the head of his dick breached me and split me open. Stopping him didn’t even occur to me, not with the sudden clawing hunger I felt to be filled. I wasn’t thinking about anything except having him inside of me. I needed him like I needed air to breathe. I was one vast, empty hole, a negative space awaiting satisfaction.

It was a huge relief when he split me like a peach until he bottomed out. He withdrew almost completely before pounding into me like a pestle grinding corn. His hand snaked between me and the sheets, circling my waist, the better to thrust deep enough to rearrange my internal organs.

I held my legs out of the way, to make it easier for him to do that.

The heat from the friction between our flesh grew and grew as his efforts increased, became more erratic. His eyes were so wide, staring at nothing, dark with lust and almost all pupil. He was so beautiful in his abandon, he set me free as well. I didn’t hold back. Whatever filter I had ever had disappeared too. I urged him on without shame, praised him when his thrust got harder and faster. I begged for him to go deeper, harder; to eat me up and spit me out.

He released my waist only to press his knuckles against my clit as he thrust into me hard, ruthlessly, and continuously. I thought I just might die. My heart wasn’t meant to take this much pleasure. It was almost too much.

“Oh God, please help me. I need to come or I’ll die. Please.” I had no idea what I was saying. I just knew that I needed to let go before my heart exploded. Something did detonate, in a supernova of sexual release. I felt as if I could simultaneously feel every atom in my body, but also as if I had no body. I was floating on nothing but air and just this once, I didn’t try to control it or stop it.

I let myself go.

By the time I came to my senses, Dom was lying beside me, fast asleep. We were still partially joined, my ass securely wedged against his crotch, his dick a little way in me. I stared at him, marveling at the length of his lashes and how much younger he looked when asleep.

That’s my fiancé.

The thought didn’t feel less weird than before. If anything, it seemed even more improbable.

I knew he was thirty-five, but looking at him now, I could imagine the boy he had probably never been, all innocent and trusting. I almost reached out to smooth his hair back, but my hand froze an inch from his head. I don’t know if it was shyness or fear that stopped me.

All of a sudden, I had an urgent need to pee.

Slowly, I eased away from him and off the bed. I padded over to the bathroom and as I sat down on the toilet seat, I became aware of the wetness between my legs. Dom had come inside of me. We hadn’t used any protection. I slapped myself on the head.

How idiotic can you get?

I thanked the Lord that I was on birth control, but for all I knew, he had all sorts of diseases. Truly flabbergasted at how careless I’d been, I got up from the loo, flushed, and washed my hands before wiping myself down with a wet cloth. It felt as if I could still feel him inside of me; an empty space begging for fulfillment. Immediately, if possible.

I see now why all the girls ran after him. He definitely lived up to the hype and then some. Slipping on his robe, I walked out of the bathroom. I was encircled by his scent; sandalwood and musk had to fight the urge to bury my nose in it.

Coming to an abrupt stop, I saw that Dom was awake and standing just outside the bathroom door. We stared at each other for a moment; I was nonplussed.

I blinked and smiled. “Uh, hey.”

He smiled back, slow and