Kiss Me Now – A Billionaire Boss Romance Read Online Penny Wylder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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He keeps moving, grinning at me now. “I love those noises you make,” he murmurs, before he tips his head sideways to kiss my cheek, my jawline, the side of my neck. He nips at my skin lightly and I inhale sharply, making him laugh again, low and sure. “Just like that,” he says, and I huff out a breath in protest.

“Not my fault,” I tell him. “How can I not make noise when you’re—” I break off on another gasp, as he pulls back suddenly and thrusts into me again, faster this time, deeper. “Fuck,” I murmur, losing track of my argument.

He’s still watching me, smiling that sly smile that says he knows exactly what I’m feeling, and how to make me feel it more. Damn him. He still knows every inch of my body better than I know myself.

He knows exactly how to get me where he wants me.

He pulls back and thrusts into me again, hard enough that car rocks a bit behind me. I tighten my thighs around his waist, hooking my ankles behind him, and at the same time, I wrap my arms around his torso, my fingers catching on the ridges of his back muscles.

“God your pussy is so fucking tight,” he murmurs, those hot eyes on mine. He pulls out again, thrusts back inside me, and I can feel the graze of his shaft along my G-spot, already sensitive as hell because damn him, my clit is already swollen with desire.

How can I help it, when I’ve been fantasizing about him all week? Longing for him, even when I know he’s the one person I shouldn’t be longing for.

“Lark,” I breathe, and I don’t know where I’m going with this, whether I’m going to beg him to stop or to keep going. But it doesn’t matter, because he reaches up to press a finger to my lips. Then he slides his fingertip inside, and I wrap my lips around it, sucking hard on it, eyes fixed on his.

I can see the moment his pupils dilate, feel the pulse of his cock jumping inside me as he tenses at the sensation.

“Fuck,” he growls, low and throaty in a way I recognize, that tells me I’ve pushed him over some kind of edge now. He draws his fingertip from my mouth and runs both hands down my sides until they reach my hips. There, he grips tightly, fingers digging indents into the soft skin at my hips. He pulls me up and away from the car, and I arch my hips toward his, let him put me right where he wants me.

He fucks me hard, then. Draws out and thrusts back into me again and again, pinning me right where he wants me. All I can do is hold on through the sensation, my hips bucking in time with his, faint gasps of pleasure escaping me with every thrust.

“Fuck, Lark, fuck me,” I groan, not even sure what I’m saying anymore, I’ve lost control of my vocal box. “I want to come for you, fuck.”

“Good, because you’re going to have to,” he replies, and damn him, his voice sounds so steady even now, like he’s barely even winded as he drives into me, making my whole body tighten against his, every nerve ending in my body singing out, screaming for release. “That’s it, Cass.” He’s grinning, watching me, fire in his gaze, and I know what he’s feeling. He loves watching me come undone.

I know because it’s exactly why I haven’t taken my eyes from him since we got to his car.

“Come for me,” he says, and at the same time he angles his hips up, drives into me hard and fast, hard enough and fast enough to push me right up to the edge.

“Fuck,” I shout, or maybe I just think it. I’m not sure. The whole world goes white around the edges, and my vision narrows until all I can see is Lark’s face, his expression as he watches me break apart.

The orgasm hits hard enough to steal my breath away, to sing all the way down to my fingertips and toes. But Lark doesn’t pause, doesn’t hesitate at all. He just keeps going, and just when I think I can’t feel any more, he reaches down between us with one hand, still thrusting into me, and grazes his thumb across my clit.

I cry out, loud enough that anyone passing within a two block radius knows exactly what’s happening here. But I’m past caring about that. Past thinking about anything except the sensations firing through my body, flooding me with pleasure.

Lark finishes a moment later, with a groan that echoes mine, and I watch his eyes flutter shut, his face suddenly open and so, so vulnerable as pleasure hits him, too.

He slumps against me when he’s done, and I keep my legs wrapped around him, fold my arms around his body too. He feels so good like this, pressed fully against me, every inch of our bodies touching.


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