CLAIMED (By the Alpha Billionaire #2) by Rossi St. James Page B

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    “Maisie,” he said. “I don’t know what it is you’re thinking right now, but stop.”
    I scrunched my brows. How did he know?
    “Your breathing,” he said. “It’s very rapid. I need you to relax. Calm down. Stop asking questions and enjoy this.”
    He positioned himself between my thighs, pressing them outward and stretching them as far as they would go. With one hand gripping his throbbing cock, he placed his head at my entrance, pushing himself into me one painstakingly slow inch at a time.
    Intense pleasure mixed with an arousing ache burned below as my body accepted him. He was being sincere at the hotel when he said he was huge. Under the silk scarf, I bit my bottom lip, breathing deep and slow through my nose as he plunged deep inside me.
    “God, you’re so tight,” he sighed. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to dig my nails into his back. I wanted to run my hands along the length of his bare torso. But I couldn’t. I was restrained. My hands gripped the silk fabric that kept me tied to his bed posts. There was something so erotic about being restrained, as if my body was only there to serve his pleasure, and yet it was also immensely pleasurable to be on the receiving end.
    My hips began to buck in response, meeting him trust for thrust. His hot lips found my flesh in the dark, and he kissed me with an intense sort of yearning or a hunger. Not the way most strangers kissed. He needed me. He needed this just as much as I did.
    Sawyer sat up on his knees, his cock still buried deep inside me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me harder onto him. From there he proceeded to pump himself into me with great vigor as his thumb massaged my clit. Soft sighs escaped my lips as he brought me to the brink, giving me the longest, most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever had in my entire adult life, and when he was finished, he collapsed on top of me.
    His fingers worked in the dark to untie me, and I pulled the scarf from around my mouth as I attempted to catch my breath. “Sawyer…I never knew it could feel like that.”
    Sawyer rolled onto his back, and I could smell the musk of his sweat as it evaporated from his hot skin. “Mouthy Maisie’s got a comment for everything.”
    I playfully shoved him. “I’m trying to pay you a compliment and you have to ruin it like that?”
    He rolled to his side, propping his head on his elbow. I could barely see him in the dark of his bedroom, but I could feel his eyes on me, following the curves of my body in what little light seeped in from the crack in the curtains.
    “That’s just a preview of what’s to come,” he said. “I had to get that out of my system first. I’ve been wanting to do that to you since I first laid eyes on you at that little bar.”
    “I knew it!”
    “Don’t give yourself too much credit, Maisie,” he said. “You just happen to be my type. And the more you resisted me, the more I had to have you.”
    “So what’s your type, Sawyer?”
    “Blonde. Curvy. Fierce. Independent.” His hand ran across my pert nipple. “But it’s that mouth of yours. That’s what did me in.”
    His hand glided towards my face, resting on the side of my cheek as he ran his thumb across my bottom lip. He leaned in, claiming my lips once again.
    Sawyer pulled himself away from me, leaning behind him and clicking on the bedside lamp. I suddenly felt naked, exposed, and vulnerable, which was ironic considering all we’d done that day. I drew my legs up and inward.
    “Don’t.” He pushed my legs down, running his fingers against my bare flesh. “You’re fucking hot, Mouthy. Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.”
    He climbed out of bed, his back toward me as he pulled the condom off. I watched his muscled ass as he strutted to the bathroom, and within minutes, I heard the water of the shower.
    “You going to join me or what?” he called out.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
TWO
     
    Sawyer
    Maisie stood in the doorway of