The Forbidden Billionaire (The Sinclairs Book 2)

Leaning up on his knees, he pumped his fingers inside her, rolling his thumb firmly over her clit. “I need to watch you come for me.”

 

 

Mara’s eyes met his, the feral expression on his face arousing an answering wildness inside her. She tried to hold his gaze as her fingers clutched at the bottom sheet on the bed, desperate to hold on to something before she was hurled into space. As he stroked inside her harder, deeper, the expression on his face becoming even more intense and focused on her pleasure, she closed her eyes, and her back ached as wild pulsations flowed over her body. Her sheath clenched around his fingers as she climaxed, the volatile orgasm squeezing his fingers tightly. Thrashing her head from the unfamiliar pressure and release sensations pounding at her body, she moaned, “Oh, God. Jared.”

 

As her body relaxed and she started spiraling downward, she watched as Jared ripped the package of the condom with his teeth, rolled it on, and came down over her. “Watching you come is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her huskily as he eased his large shaft inside her. “I can’t wait to feel you tighten like that around my cock,” he told her desperately, his lips against hers.

 

“Don’t try to be gentle. I need you too much,” she mumbled against his mouth right before he kissed her. Jared’s cock might be a little larger than the average size, but it was hers for this stolen moment in time, and she wanted to feel it, own it.

 

As his mouth ravaged hers, Mara wrapped her legs around his waist and surged her hips upward, wanting him to take her completely. Feeling his entire body shudder as she palmed his rock-hard ass and tried to pull him deeper, Mara felt him finally give himself up to the red-hot passion that was beating at both of them, unrelentingly demanding to be sated.

 

Gasping as he seated himself completely inside her, she felt the walls of her channel give way to him slowly, and clench tightly around him. The momentary pain of being stretched was nothing compared to the feeling of having him fill her. “Yes,” she encouraged, wrapping her arms around him tightly, their bodies sliding together, both of them coated with a fine sheen of perspiration.

 

“You feel so damn good. Better than my wildest fantasies,” Jared admitted harshly, pulling back and thrusting again to bury his cock inside her. “Can’t. Hold. Back,” he grunted.

 

“Then don’t,” she whimpered, thrusting her hips up.

 

Jared reached beneath them and grasped her ass as he started a ruthless, merciless pace of strokes with his cock, bringing her pelvis up to meet every entry after he retreated, pumping into her furiously. “Mara,” he groaned. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

 

Seconds later she imploded, screaming his name. “Jared!” She dug her short nails into his back, trying to find purchase as she spiraled out of control.

 

Jared entered her one last time with a tortured groan, letting her milk him as he found his own release.

 

Trying to catch her breath, Mara protested as Jared started to lift his body from hers. “Stay,” she said softly, breathlessly. She wanted to feel his hard, masculine body surrounding her for a few more minutes, so she tightened her arms and legs around him. “You feel good.” She wasn’t ready to give up their exquisite connection.

 

Jared kissed her neck and the side of her face, making his way to her lips. He kissed her slowly, thoroughly, as though he was relishing the feel of them skin to skin. “Be right back,” he said in a low, hushed tone.

 

He disentangled their bodies and went to dispose of the condom, pulling the heavy drape back into place before he slipped back into the bed. Lying on his side, he pulled her back against his front, spooning her protectively. “Sleep now,” he insisted, burying his face in her hair. “We’ll figure everything out when we wake up.”

 

Her body sated, Mara realized how exhausted she was, and she had to stifle a yawn. “Thank you.”

 

“For what?”

 

She sighed as she relaxed into his protective embrace and wriggled against him, luxuriating in the afterglow of being thoroughly pleasured. “For this.”

 

He kissed her temple and chuckled. “It was my pleasure, baby. Literally.”

 

Mara’s eyes started to flutter closed, fatigue starting to take over. “Mine, too,” she murmured quietly, his comforting hand stroking possessively over her hip, soothing her into sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 9

 

 

 

 

 

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