The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel Georgia Carre (ink ebook reader .txt) 📖

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Patience, Raine,” he teases.

The elevator doors swish open and we get out to a narrow space with a set of stairs. We walk up the stairs together, he opens a fire door and I step out onto the roof of the building. There is a helicopter waiting on a helipad.

“We’re going in that?” I scream, my voice full of excitement.

He smiles at me, a smile of indulgence and pleasure, like a father who presents his daughter with her first bicycle. “Yes.”

“Wow, This is so ah-ma-zing,” I gush.

Then the pilot starts the chopper’s engine, the blades start moving, wind whips my hair into my face and eyes, and the air fills with the sound of the engine. With a laugh of pure joy, I tuck my head down, and hand in hand we run towards the chopper like children on the way to a fabulous adventure.

The trip is the best thing that has ever happened in my life, oh wait, after the sex that is. The sex with Konstantin Tsarnov is obviously and definitely the best, but this is a close second.

Raine

By the time we arrive back at the hotel my body is pulsing for him. The need is so powerful I can hardly keep my hands off him in the old-fashioned elevator. As soon as we get to the suite, he slams the door with his foot and crushes me to him. I wrap my arms around him.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, his voice deep and hungry in my ear.

My mind spins with the possibilities. I don’t even know where to start. “Anything,” I breathe.

He cups my pussy with the palm of his hand. I moan and try to grind down against him, to find some kind of relief, but he moves his hand away. He wants me to suffer. And I am suffering. Then he scoops me into his arms and strides to the bed, where he drops me unceremoniously, then starts pulling all my clothes off. First my jeans get yanked off, then my blouse is ripped open so roughly, buttons fly off. My bra offers no resistance and the slip of lace covering my sex tears away easily. Stark naked I stare up at him. Wanting whatever he wants. Ready for whatever he plans to do to me.

He grabs my ankles and opens my legs wide.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, as if looking at my wet pussy is driving him crazy. “But I’m going to make you drip even more. Get on your hands and knees.”

I obey instantly, my palms spread out on the cool bed sheets, my ass facing him.

I feel his warm hands on my ass cheeks. Slowly he spreads them, letting out a soft groan as he does so. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

Knowing how much just the sight of my ass is turning him on sends another surge of desire through my body. My pussy aches for attention. I feel his hot breath on my virgin ass, and then, he leans forward and licks my ass.

“Oh God…” I groan loudly. This is so damn hot.

“You are so fucking sexy, so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin.

He flicks his tongue around me, moving slow; his tongue is warm and soft. He slides a hand under my stomach and, holding me in place, moves his other hand between my legs. He finds my clit and presses his flattened fingers lightly on my painfully over sensitized clitoris and starts massaging me softly.

My mouth drops open and my hands clench the sheets.

Holy shit. I’m still struggling to believe that this is really happening to me. I feel as if I am going to shatter.

“Oh yes,” I gasp.

“You know tonight, I’m going to fill this ass with my cock, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I groan, as my pussy juices drip down my thighs.

He dives back in, licking and probing me gently with his tongue like he can’t get enough of me. I give up trying to do anything but enjoy this… this experience. Wow, he’s so good at this. He massages my clit a little harder than before, and I let out a loud, guttural groan of pleasure, and he attacks me with more intent than before, reacting to me, responding to how much I love his mouth on me. I’m so close to climax.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asks.

“Yes, yes,” I gasp, grinding myself frantically against his hand. He sinks his fingers into my pussy and that’s all I need to push me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I cry, the word bursting forth from me before I can stop it. Not that I want to. My pussy clenches hard and my back arches as my orgasm tears through me.

He drags his large hands down my sides and, cupping my breasts, tweaks the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then pinches them. Hard. That draws a gasp from between my lips.

“I need to fuck you,” he says suddenly, his voice thick with lust.

He strips quickly and while he grabs a condom from the bedside table and rolls it onto him, I check out his gorgeous body. I gaze hungrily at his muscles perfectly sculpted. His body is taut and lean where mine is soft and full of curves.

He grabs my hips and I feel his cock head pushing up against the entrance of my wet, ready slit. Part of me wants him to slam the thick shaft into me. But another part of me wants to take my time, make this slow, savor every second.

His big cock stretches and fills me. It feels amazing. I know, I am forever ruined for any other man. I turn slightly to look at him and he is gritting his teeth, like he’s trying to keep from coming right then and there. I love the effect I have on him.