His Strict Requirement: Billionaire Secrets - Book Five (9 page)

"For Nena's sake." She repeated, clutching on by a thread.

"I completely agree." He said as he approached her. Reaching the bed he went to his knees and then leaned his rippling arms down onto the end of the bed. She instinctively backed away from him, praying for him to follow her lead and catch her if he dared.

He moved his hands up the bed and took a hold of her ankles, sending electricity raking through her at the firmness of his touch. He drew her effortlessly back down the bed towards him and the sensation was exciting beyond belief. What if he decided enough was enough? What if he just couldn't hold himself back any longer? She carried pepper spray in her bag at all times but the damn bag was out in the living area. And why would she want to pepper spray the back-arching, toe-curling, clit-wrenching screw of the millennium out of her bed anyway?

"This is too much." She whispered. "You're going too far."

He paused, his heavy, labored breath filling the silence.

"Okay." He said. "Then you tell me when we've gone far enough. That's where I'll stop."

She watched him like a frightened animal. How far was far enough?

He jerked her an inch further down and her elbows slid out from under her leaving her flattened out on the bed. His powerful hands then came quickly to her waist and he flipped her over like a rag doll. The feeling of being tossed around like a plaything in the paws of a lion, was intoxicating. Once she was face down he reached up and slowly unzipped her dress with one hand while steadying her ass with the other. When the zipper was all the way down to her butt he reached up and gently undid the clasp on her bra before flipping her over again by the waist.

She looked up at him and trembled from head to toe.

He was above her, leaning over her. The bastard had reached into her mind, pulled her romantic fantasies from her head and shaped a reality from them more intense than anything she could have cooked up in any of her guilty moments.

There was only thing out of place.

She had to be on top of him. It was her thing. But that could wait until she had the evidence she needed. His words were still piling up on the surveillance device in her necklace but she needed more specifics, more admissions.

His hands rested lightly on her shoulders and then he began to slide the dress down her arms. He carefully left her bra in place as he continued on down to her waist and hips, along her thighs, down to her knees and then finally to her ankles.

Every additional inch of revealed flesh made her feel more exposed, more helpless, more sexual than ever. No man had ever before made such a perfect ritual of stripping her naked.

He stood up straight with the dress in one hand and then dropped it slowly to the floor.

"No need for that anymore." He leaned on the bed again, looming over her. Lindsay's mind resisted but her soaking wet pussy was screaming out for him to take her. The long months of enforced celibacy since Nena had arrived into her world seemed to crowd up on her all at once and make anything seem reasonable.

Tonight she would have a real man inside her, not some truncated, lubricated, battery operated replica.

He reached down and with one large hand and slipped his fingers inside the top of her panties before plunging slowly down through the soft, damp hair of her pubic mound.

She arched her back up towards him and moaned.

"Fuuuuuck…."

"That's it baby." His voice was strained with the exertion of holding back and the extreme discomfort of his steel hard cock struggling against his shorts and pants. "Don’t fight it any longer."

He began to slide her panties down and the feeling of being slowly denuded under his gaze set her to writhing on the soft bedspread. She reached her hands down instinctively to cover herself and saw that he had unbuckled his belt and dropped pushed his pants to the floor.

Oh my God…

He was ready to enter her and his rod made her biggest dildo look limp by comparison. Not to mention that this shaft would come with a warm, pulsating, full-sized man attached to it.

His put his hands to the insides of her knees and pushed them apart before hunching down over her. She watched his bunched shoulder muscles tense and coil, relax and uncoil and then ripple with tension again as his head rose up and down below her, his tongue toying with the quivering flesh of her inner thighs. Every touch sent a shudder through her, right up to her ass and deep inside her. If ever a female body was ready to take a full grown male inside, this was it.

Lindsay was ready now; every hormone filled inch of her.

His lips came higher, just a little bit at a time, pausing for nip here, a soft lick there, a light touch elsewhere. Blood wasn’t just rushing to her clit and G-spot but all over her mid-section, down her thighs and filling her belly to the navel and beyond. This was a real man at work, an expert, someone who loved what they did and took the greatest pleasure in making the moment absolutely perfect.

His tongue came higher and then reached all the way up to her fingers as they cupped over her throbbing pubic mound and salaciously wet pussy.

His nose and mouth were so close to her now and suddenly the scent of her drove him wild. It always happened this way with him. A woman smelled so different down there when she was ready and fuck was she ready, but also so very different. Sure all women smelled and tasted and sounded a little different and sure every female climax had its own unique stamp but this was going to be a moment to remember. This was going to be life changing for both of them. It was as though this scent of her had been distilled just for him, the pure essence of everything that drove him wild in a woman's body had been concentrated, magnified and then placed right under his nose. He tore her hands away and put his hungry mouth to her hot wet pussy and then drew in, drinking deeply.

"Ooooohhhhh…." Lindsay let out a protracted, anguished moan. Never had she felt so perfectly consumed but that was only the beginning. His tongue began to explore deeper while his hands pushed her legs slowly, inexorably wider apart. He was going to fuck her with his tongue and make her scream long before his thick, long dick ever deigned to enter her.

She would let him get so far and then force him to turn over, that was her rule.

And there would be no fucking. Not until she had her story.

"Dale."

His tongue had advanced to her clit, playing softly then hard, softly then hard again, making it near impossible for to stay still, but his powerful hands held her struggling body firmly in place so that there was no way to escape the intensity.

"Dale, God, no… please, I want this, I really do but, oh my God…"

He had withdrawn from her pussy now and his mouth was working its way up her mound and over her belly his fingers had taken the place of his tongue and gently, relentlessly located her clit causing her to writhe in painful ecstasy again.

"Dale… please…."

His mouth paused at her navel, and ignoring her words he allowed his fingers to go deeper still. He drew his hand back, impossibly slowly but then entered again, another finger joining the first and she moaned wildly, her legs clamping around his back.

God was he muscular between her thighs, his skin slick with the sweat of desire.

"Shut up." He said. "Shut up and let me fuck you the way a beautiful woman like you deserves to be fucked."

His mouth descended to her breasts and she felt his disheveled mane straggle across her nipples as he set to work with his tongue. His fingers pushed deep within her, locating and then expertly circling, squeezing, cajoling her G-spot. Suddenly the pressure was too much and she was there, coming out of control, coming undone. She began to scream and pull away but he held her tightly.

"Dale, no, no please, I want you but you've got to stop."

He kept kissing, his lips and tongue flicking her taut nipples, his fingers pressing against her spot to force out more cum, more ecstatic climax whether she wanted it or not and then she felt the tip of his cock against the inside of her thigh.

He was getting ready to enter.

God she wanted him, but not yet and not this way. She would be on top, that's how things worked, ever since that asshole on her prom night, her first and worst lay ever.

She had to stop him. Even with another orgasm building inside her this had to stop. She would not be entered like this, not by him, especially not by him.

Her hand reached down, searching for his balls, but found his cock first. She gripped it hard to re-take control. He groaned in ecstasy as she pulled his member upwards and outwards, away from her pussy.

"Oh Jesus, Lindsay, fuck…" He threw his head back and looked down at her with determined eyes. The movement had only spurred him on. His fingers were still inside her.

She had to go further.

She worked her hand down to the base of his prodigious member and watched as his powerful body shuddered over her in response. It was working. She was taking control of the situation. Searching further, she soon located his balls as well. They would be the bluest balls in the America before tonight was done. Dale grunted with helpless pleasure as her hands closed around them. He made ready to descend on her, invade her, to satisfy the desire that had been torturing him for weeks.

Lindsay hesitated, this was it, she literally had him by the nuts and could break him in seconds if she needed to, but this wasn't something she had done before. She wanted to leave him with metaphorical blue balls, not a trip to the ER. She had no idea how hard she should squeeze. Gentle, always very gentle, that had been her rule of thumb with these things, but that was what you did if you wanted a little more action from the man underneath her. This guy was on top, he was huge, and he obviously wanted her more than any man she had ever slept with.

She looked up at him but he was no longer looking at her, his eyes had strayed away to her neck and narrowed. He was ready to go.

"Stop." She said, but he seemed oblivious.

"Stop Dale." She said louder and his beautiful eyes blinked open, his head lifted up. Christ but he was breathtakingly hot.

"You don’t want me to. I know you don't."

"No means no Dale. Back off." It pained her to say those words.

"Make me believe it and I'll back off."

Fucking asshole.
A spike of hot, resentful anger shot through her.

"Do you believe this?" She said applying careful pressure to his nuts.

He moaned slightly, with just a hint of pain. She had gotten it right. Thankfully she had squeezed nearly as gently as she could.

"You know that only makes me want you more." He said huskily.

"I'm not kidding Dale."

"If you're not kidding then take your hands off me and I'll believe you don’t want this."

"You back off and then I'll take my hands off you."

Dale didn’t move. He was on the horns of a dilemma. If it was one thing he knew it was when a woman wanted him and he had been sure of Lindsay since he had laid eyes on her in Point Nemo. He was positive it was just the whole journalist dedication to the truth bullshit that was making her hold back. He wasn't used to being told what to do in bed, especially not by someone holding his nuts in their hand but it was proving to be so hot that he couldn't quite think straight and make sense of it all. Either he was spectacularly wrong or this woman was playing the greatest hard to get game of all time.

He was still watching her, gazing into her eyes to try and read her when the woman below him took a deep breath and squeezed as hard as she could.

The shock couldn’t have been more all-encompassing - to both of them.

Dale released a scream of pain and buckled on top of the small woman below him. His hand rushed down between them in a desperate attempt to free himself and to counteract the pain. He was a big man and had played college football, boxed, wrestled and injured himself in a variety of extreme sports but this pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. Add to this that it was being intentionally inflicted on him by the most beautiful thing in his world and the torture was complete.

If anyone else had done this to him would have beaten the crap out of them within moments of recovery, but this was Lindsay. The woman he wanted more than any other in the whole world. Goddamn it, he still wanted her and that was the most confusing thing. His face had collapsed onto her chest and her necklace came right into view before his eyes. He had seen her necklace but not taken any notice, but that one small item attached to it. He recognized that particular piece of crude ornamentation and the recognition was nearly as painful as what she had just done to his body in the moment he had trusted her the most.

Lindsay released her grasp and pushed herself away from him. The man still looked gorgeous. Even curled up on the bed cupping himself every sexy muscle seemed to ripple and flex making her want to pounce on him again, push him to his back and make him finish what he had started.

"Dale…I'm sorry, maybe that was a little too hard."

He was breathing heavily.

"Jesus….H…Christ." He said slowly.

She put a comforting hand to his massive back and feeling all of that powerful coiled muscle it amazed her that she could reduce it to a shuddering heap with just one small squeeze of her hand.