BIG SHOT LOVE: 5 Billionaire Romance Books Bundle by Kristina Weaver Page B

me to the point of pain. Her breasts are large with peach-pink nipples that are hard and tight with need.
    Her belly is a round ball that almost hides her sex from view, so large that her navel is distended with her girth.
    When all I do is stare, she flushes and brings her hands up self-consciously, trying to hide herself from me. I can’t have that. I won’t. For this one moment, she is mine, and I will have everything I need from her and more.
    I’ll give her so much pleasure she won’t even remember the one that came before. She’ll be so full of me her skin will tingle just hearing my voice.
    The possessive thoughts are shocking, but I don’t stop to examine them.
    “You’re so beautiful. There’s nothing more arousing than a woman ready to bring a life into this world. See how sexy you are?”
    I drop my sleeping pants and palm my erection, letting her see the extent of my desire.
    “I walk around like this constantly,” I say, taking her hand to wrap it around me. “Feel that. I’m so hard it hurts.”
    Those purple-blue eyes are bright when she squeezes her hand around me and starts exploring my length as if she’s never seen a dick before.
    “Ah, yes, harder,” I moan, helping her start a rhythm that makes me tingle from the base of my spine to where she’s gripping me.
    She obeys, and I revel in the feeling for as long as I can before removing her hand and leading her to the bed. I’m not quite sure how to do this and keep her comfortable at the same time, but she solves that for me by lying down on the bed and spreading her legs, her eyes beckoning, her hips writhing in a rhythm that assures me she’s as needy for me as I am for her.
    But first, a taste.
    She stiffens when I bend my head and settle between her legs. The first swipe of my tongue has her choking on a scream while I groan and my eyes roll back in my head.
    She’s so wet and responsive, everything I could ask for, and soon even the taste of her isn’t enough to satisfy my thirst. I rear up just as her muscles start tensing and fill her in one motion, her body tightening up too late to stop my momentum.
    When I’m completely in, we both sigh, and I lean back on my haunches to keep my weight off her smaller form.
    “So perfect.”
    Her body is heaven as I start plunging in and out, my hips working against my better judgement and going full steam ahead even as my mind screams at me to slow.
    I don’t want to hurt her—
    “Harder. Oh God, that feels so good,” she moans, digging her nails into my arms where my hands are gripping her hips.
    Her urging spurs me on, and I let go, battering her with my lust. The sensations of heat and tightness are too much, and I angle deeper, searching for that spot that will set her off.
    Ladies first after all.
    That does the trick, and I feel her tense and the tremors deep within and let go, spilling inside her in a long stream of mind numbing pleasure that goes on for long minutes before I collapse to the side, wrung out and so blissed out my eyes won’t stay open.
    “You’re bloody amazing.”
    When I get no response, I turn my head only to huff out a laugh when I see her fast asleep, her body sprawled across the sheets in abandon.
    Shit . I definitely need more before I can give her up and walk away. This has easily been one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and believe me, that’s a bloody compliment because while I’m not a glory hound like Rob, I have and can equal his score if not top it.
    I’m a highly sexed man, and when I’m not busy keeping things running smoothly, I’m indulging my sex drive.
    The fact that I’d been going without—besides that empty coupling with Sophie, that had in no way diminished my lust—tells me that I am in deep with Shaw Mallory.
    Do I want her? Yes. Do I want to want her? The answer is—most emphatically—a no and if I could have slaked my lust with another, I would most definitely never have laid a finger on her.
    But it seems my dick