The Billionaire's Christmas Cruise Dakota Rebel (the best motivational books .txt) 📖

I tightened my legs around him, trying to keep his ridge firmly against to me.

“Chase…” I complained.

“I’ve got you.” His hands were at my shorts’ button. He flicked it open and shoved down the zipper, then my shorts and bikini bottoms were skimming down my legs. Memories of last night and the bliss he’d given me returned, all the fuzziness clearing to give me perfect sublime recollection.

“Yes. Yes, Chase. Put your mouth on me again,” I rasped out, still a little reluctant to talk like that, but needing him so much. I knew he liked it. I’d do anything for him. I loved him. “I—Oh God yes!” I exclaimed as he spread my folds and buried his face in me.

That wicked tongue flicked over me, gathering all my wetness and creating more. I bucked when he wasted no time adding first one finger then another to the mix. My groan came from deep in my chest as he started finger-fucking me. I’d touched myself, but it had never, ever been anything like this.

“You’re sweeter than the best dessert,” he said against me. “And all mine. This is all mine.”

“Yes, yours,” I gasped. “Oh please, Chase…”

He sucked hard on my clit, and I tumbled over the edge. But then he was leaving me.

“No,” I cried, grabbing at him.

“Protection, Em. I want nothing more than to fill you with my cum and plant my baby in you, but not yet. We’re not there yet. I want time with you, just you before we have to share.”

“Okay.” He was right, even if a little part of me wanted him to get me pregnant. Or try. Yes, lots of trying…

My eyes went wide as he stood beside the bed, and I watched him take off his pants. I’d felt his cock beneath my hand today, but seeing it… My tongue shot over my bottom lip, wetting it before I swallowed hard. He was…magnificent. Hard. Long. Thick.

I breathed raggedly, thinking of how much pleasure that shaft would bring me—but only because it was attached to the most perfect man I’d ever met.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. He’d grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and now ripped it open with his teeth. Quickly, he rolled it on, and I almost frowned at the travesty of covering his length.

“I’m not.” I held out my arms, wanting him cradled against my body again, wanting him in me, needing him to take the virginity that belonged to him.

He hummed as he covered me. “Em, you feel so fucking good.”

“So do you. I need…”

He nodded. His hand cupped the back of my neck, and he covered my lips with his. I felt his glans line up with my opening, and I shuddered a breath.

Chase drew back slightly. “Okay?”

“Yes. I’m ready. I want you so bad.”

“You’ll always have me. I’m yours; you’re mine.”

I drew him back down to me. “I want you. In me. Now.” I kissed him. “Please.”

Watching me, he pushed forward in response. I expected him to go a little at a time. Hesitate. But he just slowly, steadily pushed forward, never breaking eye contact. It was the most momentous, intimate, shattering, perfect moment of my life.

He winced with me when I felt the pinch of pain, but he didn’t stop until he was in me to the hilt. “Okay?” he asked, as we panted together.

“It’s perfect.” Every breath, reminded me of how full I was with him, how stretched. “You feel so…” He moved, and I gasped. “Oh my God! Good. Yes, keep doing that.”

He guided me to move with him as he started shallow thrusts. As we gained our rhythm, our frenzy grew, and before I knew it, he was fucking me hard, and deep and just so right.

“I knew you’d be perfect. I knew it,” he rasped. “You. Feel. So. Good. Around me.” Each word was punctuated with a drive, and my eyes rolled back.

Like a tsunami, my climax thundered toward me, out of control and overwhelming. The waves washed over me, bowling me over, and I clasped onto Chase, anchoring to him and taking him with me as I clenched around him and pulled him into the storm.

“Emerson,” Chase sighed against me as we collapse together and he rolled to his side. He cradled me to him, his length still deep inside me. We pressed together, clutching each other tightly, his face in my hair and mine against his chest.

Tomorrow would come, but in this moment, we were one, and he was…my everything.

Chapter Eleven

~ Chase ~

Time was moving far too quickly. We’d spent almost our entire day at sea in bed, even going so far as to have Marco bring all of our meals into the room and leave them in the sitting area. Now that I’d claimed Emerson as mine, I couldn’t handle the thought of letting her go.

The ship would be docking in Grand Cayman today, and as much as I wanted to show her the world, I couldn’t help wishing I could just continue showing her pleasure instead.

Emerson stirred next to me, her hand sliding over my chest before she’d even opened her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Good morning,” I whispered, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Happy,” she answered. “And maybe a little sore.”

“Was I too rough with you last night?” My heart leapt to my throat. I’d tried to be careful with her, but on a few occasions, I knew I’d been harder than I should be. Her body just responded so well to mine. It was easy to forget I was her first…though easy enough to remember I’d be her last.

“No!” Her eyes flew open, gaze searching for mine. “You were perfect. You are perfect.”

I leaned down to capture her mouth, my tongue sliding over the seam of her lips until they parted to allow me access. As it had every time I’d tasted her sweet tongue, my cock grew hard against her thigh.

“You’re insatiable,” she said, running