Her Sweet Satisfaction: Billionaire Secrets - Book Two by Drew Sinclair Page A
Authors: Drew Sinclair
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onto him in desperation, forcing herself against him but unable to take him fully inside her without the use of her hands.
"Tell me you want me to save you."
"Fuck." She threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut.
I so, so want you to save me. She thought, her body struggled against his, straining for release. But I can't say that.
"Say it. Tell me you want me to save me. I can do it Nadia, trust me."
"No you can't." She began struggling wildly, their bodies tangled together, sweat and pre-cum mixing together as they rocked from side to side and then rolled over on the vast bed.
She struggled to push him down, fighting to find his rigid cock and make him come again as she had done before - only this time inside her - but he was too big, too fast. He blocked her hands and pushed her over to her back and down again, but her legs were too quick for him and although glancing, the blow between his legs was enough to make him roll over and fall off the bed to the floor.
When he stood up again she was on the other side of the bed.
They were both fully naked.
She looked at his body in the dim light of the shaded room and felt awe. He was perfect, toned, athletic muscle from head to toe and his messed up hair made him the most fuckable thing she had ever seen on two legs.
"I can’t say that. I won’t say it."
"You will Nadia, trust me, you will."
He started to come around the bed to her and she advanced towards him at the same time. The unexpected move stopped him in his tracks.
"You're not getting out of here Clayton." She said, fixing him in a steady gaze. "Not without finishing what you started."
He felt his rock hard cock stiffen even more and his mouth fell open.
"Jesus Christ Nadia." Was all he could manage. He really had never met one like this before.
She advanced further while he remained rooted to the spot and in a moment her hand was around his cock while his hand was on her ass pulling her relentlessly in towards him.
"Finish what you started God damn it." She said into his chest.
"Say the fucking words." He hissed into the top of her head and then groaned as she squeezed harder.
She lifted her head and their eyes locked again in a fierce battle of wills.
Neither of them noticed the knock on the door the first time but then the rattling of the handle and Dale's insistent voice brought them back to reality.
Slowly Clayton released the ass he was squeezing against him and she eased back from him, finally letting go of his cock as the banging continued.
"Clay! Clay, come on, open up in there. What are you two doing?"
Clayton shook his head to bring him back to his senses and then began looking for his clothes.
"Two minutes Dale, just hold on two damn minutes."
"Hurry the hell up. This can't wait, it involves our situation."
"God damn it." Clayton hissed. "Get back into bed. I'll deal with this." He found a bath robe and went to the door while Katy watched him.
"I said get back into bed."
She didn’t move.
"We're not finished yet." She said, before slowly sauntering off to the bathroom, still naked.
He let out a sigh of exasperation and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. The girl's unpredictability and uncontrollable nature was driving him wild.
He turned to the door, undid the lock and jerked it open.
"What the hell is it?" He barked.
Dale looked him up and down.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"It's a bathrobe. Haven't you ever seen one before?"
Dale gave it another once over and then stood back, put his hands on his hips and cursed under his breath.
"You horny asshole." He finally said.
"Look who's talking." Clay said, stepping into the hallway and pulling the door shut behind him.
"We just rescued this FBI fugitive from the Mafia, air-lifted her to a secret location to hide her from the police, the Russian mob and God knows who else, and your plan of action is to dip your God damn--"
Clay shoved his brother against the wall and pinned him there with his forearm across his
"Tell me you want me to save you."
"Fuck." She threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut.
I so, so want you to save me. She thought, her body struggled against his, straining for release. But I can't say that.
"Say it. Tell me you want me to save me. I can do it Nadia, trust me."
"No you can't." She began struggling wildly, their bodies tangled together, sweat and pre-cum mixing together as they rocked from side to side and then rolled over on the vast bed.
She struggled to push him down, fighting to find his rigid cock and make him come again as she had done before - only this time inside her - but he was too big, too fast. He blocked her hands and pushed her over to her back and down again, but her legs were too quick for him and although glancing, the blow between his legs was enough to make him roll over and fall off the bed to the floor.
When he stood up again she was on the other side of the bed.
They were both fully naked.
She looked at his body in the dim light of the shaded room and felt awe. He was perfect, toned, athletic muscle from head to toe and his messed up hair made him the most fuckable thing she had ever seen on two legs.
"I can’t say that. I won’t say it."
"You will Nadia, trust me, you will."
He started to come around the bed to her and she advanced towards him at the same time. The unexpected move stopped him in his tracks.
"You're not getting out of here Clayton." She said, fixing him in a steady gaze. "Not without finishing what you started."
He felt his rock hard cock stiffen even more and his mouth fell open.
"Jesus Christ Nadia." Was all he could manage. He really had never met one like this before.
She advanced further while he remained rooted to the spot and in a moment her hand was around his cock while his hand was on her ass pulling her relentlessly in towards him.
"Finish what you started God damn it." She said into his chest.
"Say the fucking words." He hissed into the top of her head and then groaned as she squeezed harder.
She lifted her head and their eyes locked again in a fierce battle of wills.
Neither of them noticed the knock on the door the first time but then the rattling of the handle and Dale's insistent voice brought them back to reality.
Slowly Clayton released the ass he was squeezing against him and she eased back from him, finally letting go of his cock as the banging continued.
"Clay! Clay, come on, open up in there. What are you two doing?"
Clayton shook his head to bring him back to his senses and then began looking for his clothes.
"Two minutes Dale, just hold on two damn minutes."
"Hurry the hell up. This can't wait, it involves our situation."
"God damn it." Clayton hissed. "Get back into bed. I'll deal with this." He found a bath robe and went to the door while Katy watched him.
"I said get back into bed."
She didn’t move.
"We're not finished yet." She said, before slowly sauntering off to the bathroom, still naked.
He let out a sigh of exasperation and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. The girl's unpredictability and uncontrollable nature was driving him wild.
He turned to the door, undid the lock and jerked it open.
"What the hell is it?" He barked.
Dale looked him up and down.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"It's a bathrobe. Haven't you ever seen one before?"
Dale gave it another once over and then stood back, put his hands on his hips and cursed under his breath.
"You horny asshole." He finally said.
"Look who's talking." Clay said, stepping into the hallway and pulling the door shut behind him.
"We just rescued this FBI fugitive from the Mafia, air-lifted her to a secret location to hide her from the police, the Russian mob and God knows who else, and your plan of action is to dip your God damn--"
Clay shoved his brother against the wall and pinned him there with his forearm across his
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