Forbidden To Say No - The Billionaire's Plaything (An Erotic Romance Novel) by Ashley Spector Page B
Authors: Ashley Spector
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the room.
"You've kissed before. It isn't so bad, is it?"
I shake my head, fighting back the blushes of embarrassment.
"Miss Everett, I want someone who will be willing to be there for me always. To deal with my best moments, and my worst moments. And most of all, like I said, I want someone who won't say no to me."
I nod again, and again, fretfully processing everything he tells me. We're building to a climax, and I think I can tell what it is.
"There are no legal documents yet signed between us. This will be your last opportunity to say no to me."
He's forceful - the smile long gone from his face, replaced by nothing other than a burning, impassioned assertiveness - and I don't think I have it within me to reject him, even if I wanted to. No, my virginity is his . I know I tacitly consented to that as soon as I followed his lustful commands downstairs.
"I won't say no." I state, confidently banishing the specters of timidity and anxiousness from my mind, at least for now. "I won't say no to you, now or ever."
"Good."
I throw my arms back to my sides, and close my eyes, as he charges back across the room, seizing me back within that warm, immaculate grip. He picks my waiting, donated body up from where I stand, hoisting me into the humid air, before dropping me upon the floor, laying his own body upon me. I struggle for breath beneath his languid frame, as he plants more kisses upon me - upon my neck, my shoulders, and my cheeks - and I can almost feel my eyes rising up into their sockets as he does so. Fucking hell, I've never felt this way before! For the first time, my heart isn't pounding against the insides of my chest from nerves; this time it's just sheer exhilarated excitement!
I feel his hands wandering up my body, exploring my knees, my thighs, before darting over the surface of my dress, and teasing my eager, soaking pussy over a layer of flimsy fabric. I cry out, yelping as the feeling drives me up the wall, and he responds with a swift palm over my mouth, silencing me from the accusing ears downstairs. I've learnt my lesson.
"You can tell me if it hurts" he whispers in my ear while pulling the dampened material of my dress up to my belly button, exposing every inch of my waiting pussy to his touch. I bite down slightly upon his finger over my mouth, as I feel his finger dart over my clit. God he knows how to fucking tease me; I writhe my body against his, anxious awaiting the arrival of a digit, a finger, a thumbprint, anything upon my devoted clit. When it finally comes, I hum gratifyingly through his fingers.
"Let's go with one finger" he whispers, circling the digit of one finger upon my bud, before tracing it down the length of my vulva, and pushing it into my sopping hole, meeting utterly no resistance from within. I fidget around on the spot, delighting in the sensation of his joints grinding against my inner walls, as he tries his best to steady me from the top. My hands go to my breasts, rubbing and kneading them selfishly over my dress. Daniel knows just what I need next:
"And how about two?"
With that, he pushes yet another finger into me, spreading my slit even more so, and giving me something to really hold onto. I clench myself around him, jealously gobbling his fingers up, involuntarily feeling my pussy and asshole tighten in rhythm, as he plays me like some divine instrument. I bite the fleshy joint of his fingers at my mouth, suppressing another moan, and he obviously likes what he sees.
"Three."
The word comes as shock and a relief to me. Three fingers ? I've only ever put one in there before! He drives the ring finger of his right hand into me, pushing past my soaking exterior, meeting the other two within. He has me now; I'm penetrated, and utterly receptive to his every wish. It hurts as I clench around him a little more, but any pain is soon overwhelmed by the throbbing, swelling pleasure that floods from inside.
"Mm, that's - really - nice," I whisper between a rare gap
"You've kissed before. It isn't so bad, is it?"
I shake my head, fighting back the blushes of embarrassment.
"Miss Everett, I want someone who will be willing to be there for me always. To deal with my best moments, and my worst moments. And most of all, like I said, I want someone who won't say no to me."
I nod again, and again, fretfully processing everything he tells me. We're building to a climax, and I think I can tell what it is.
"There are no legal documents yet signed between us. This will be your last opportunity to say no to me."
He's forceful - the smile long gone from his face, replaced by nothing other than a burning, impassioned assertiveness - and I don't think I have it within me to reject him, even if I wanted to. No, my virginity is his . I know I tacitly consented to that as soon as I followed his lustful commands downstairs.
"I won't say no." I state, confidently banishing the specters of timidity and anxiousness from my mind, at least for now. "I won't say no to you, now or ever."
"Good."
I throw my arms back to my sides, and close my eyes, as he charges back across the room, seizing me back within that warm, immaculate grip. He picks my waiting, donated body up from where I stand, hoisting me into the humid air, before dropping me upon the floor, laying his own body upon me. I struggle for breath beneath his languid frame, as he plants more kisses upon me - upon my neck, my shoulders, and my cheeks - and I can almost feel my eyes rising up into their sockets as he does so. Fucking hell, I've never felt this way before! For the first time, my heart isn't pounding against the insides of my chest from nerves; this time it's just sheer exhilarated excitement!
I feel his hands wandering up my body, exploring my knees, my thighs, before darting over the surface of my dress, and teasing my eager, soaking pussy over a layer of flimsy fabric. I cry out, yelping as the feeling drives me up the wall, and he responds with a swift palm over my mouth, silencing me from the accusing ears downstairs. I've learnt my lesson.
"You can tell me if it hurts" he whispers in my ear while pulling the dampened material of my dress up to my belly button, exposing every inch of my waiting pussy to his touch. I bite down slightly upon his finger over my mouth, as I feel his finger dart over my clit. God he knows how to fucking tease me; I writhe my body against his, anxious awaiting the arrival of a digit, a finger, a thumbprint, anything upon my devoted clit. When it finally comes, I hum gratifyingly through his fingers.
"Let's go with one finger" he whispers, circling the digit of one finger upon my bud, before tracing it down the length of my vulva, and pushing it into my sopping hole, meeting utterly no resistance from within. I fidget around on the spot, delighting in the sensation of his joints grinding against my inner walls, as he tries his best to steady me from the top. My hands go to my breasts, rubbing and kneading them selfishly over my dress. Daniel knows just what I need next:
"And how about two?"
With that, he pushes yet another finger into me, spreading my slit even more so, and giving me something to really hold onto. I clench myself around him, jealously gobbling his fingers up, involuntarily feeling my pussy and asshole tighten in rhythm, as he plays me like some divine instrument. I bite the fleshy joint of his fingers at my mouth, suppressing another moan, and he obviously likes what he sees.
"Three."
The word comes as shock and a relief to me. Three fingers ? I've only ever put one in there before! He drives the ring finger of his right hand into me, pushing past my soaking exterior, meeting the other two within. He has me now; I'm penetrated, and utterly receptive to his every wish. It hurts as I clench around him a little more, but any pain is soon overwhelmed by the throbbing, swelling pleasure that floods from inside.
"Mm, that's - really - nice," I whisper between a rare gap
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