He immediately reared up, bracing his arms against each side of me. As I cried out in ecstasy, Constantijin’s c**k nudged against my entrance.
I shivered in anticipation even though I was still coming, the waves of pleasure only softening ever so slightly. “Please,” I panted.
“Yes, now.” The head of his c**k finally entered my body, and it was fuller than his fingers combined, the sensation unbelievably raw and consuming.
My arms went around him, my nails scraping down to dig into his back. “Please, please---ah.”
Constantijin had suddenly thrust hard, his c**k going all the way in, easily breaking the flimsy barrier that made up my virginity.
It was painful, but in an agonizingly beautiful way that had tears stinging my eyes in a mixture of joy and hurt.
A fine sheen of sweat covered Constantijin’s body, the muscles in his strong arms tensing as he did his best to keep his weight from crushing me. “Does it hurt?”
It took a while to find my voice. “N-no.”
Without a word, Constantijin slowly pulled out, and I let out a sound of protest. But it was immediately cut off by the blazing sensation of pleasure that took over my body when Constantijin just as abruptly and completely thrust back in.
“Does that hurt?” he rasped out.
My arms tightened around him as my eyes closed shut in bliss. “No.”
Constantijin’s thrusts took on a rhythm, one that was agonizing in its slowness. “Faster,” I gasped out.
He increased his tempo, a fleeting grin touching his wonderfully shaped lips as he looked down on me. “Like this, sweetheart?”
Even as I blushed at the look in his eyes, I couldn’t help moaning, “Yes.”
The faster thrusts of his c**k into my body made me arch up against him as I did my best to match his tempo. But still there was something missing, and the wicked gleam in his silvery eyes told me that he knew what it was – and he was deliberately keeping it away from me.
“Constantijin!” I beat his chest half-heartedly.
He laughed, asking innocently, “What?”
“You know what!”
“No, I don’t. What do you want?” He pulled all the way out, the head of his c**k teaching my wet folds.
I beat his chest again as I growled, “Constantijin---”
“Tell me to f**k you.”
My eyes widened.
He laughed, a sexy sound that had my fingers curling against his chest in a heightened sense of desire. “Tell me to f**k you hard.”
I shook my head.
He started moving his h*ps in a circular fashion, causing his hard c**k to dance against my folds, and I moaned.
“Say it.”
And I said almost angrily, “Fuck me hard, damn you!”
The words were barely out of my mouth when Constantijin’s c**k slammed back into me, with such fierce roughness that it completely took my breath away. And then he was pounding into me, so hard I could feel myself sinking deeper into the softness of the bed. But it was beautiful, addictive, and I found myself twisting my legs around his waist to pull him closer. We rocked against each other, his c**k never stopping in its hard and furious claiming, and I cried out as I felt my body start to stir in a very familiar way, one that had my toes curling against his back.
“Constantijin!”
“I know, sweetheart,” he said harshly even as he kept on pounding into me. With each thrust, his c**k seemed to sink an inch deeper and claim another piece of my heart.
It was almost there – and I was almost there, but I couldn’t reach it, making me sob his name in frustration and desire. “Please,” I gasped out. “Please---” I broke off when I felt Constantijin’s hands move under my body, grasping the curves of my bottom.
He shifted over me, and when he drove inside me again, I gasped because this time each thrust hit my clit. By the third thrust, he had me flying over the edge.
“Aaaaaaah.” I sobbed as the sensations nearly threatened to split my body apart. Constantijin hadn’t stopped thrusting in and out of me as I let go, his movements becoming more frenzied.
He let out a shout and as he tensed above me, I looked up at him.
His head was thrown back, his eyes welded shut in pleasure, a guttural sound escaping his mouth as he continued to come.
At that moment, he looked so very beautiful – more so because I knew I had somehow pleased him the way he was always skillfully able to please my body. I bit my lip until the metallic taste of blood hit me. Bleeding was so much better than saying what my heart kept screaming.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Lesson #5
Your billionaire can be treacherous without even knowing it.
He will make you want to say the words you cannot say.
“Shit.” The word slipped out before I could stop it when I rolled over to my back and saw the time on the window-like clock at the left side of the bed. Made of silver and glass panes, its transparent parts let early morning sunlight filter inside the bedroom.
It was five in the morning already, and if I didn’t want to be late for work, I had to leave now.
“Constantijin?” I whispered, touching his na**d shoulder gingerly.
He stirred but didn’t wake. He was lying on his stomach, his head turned towards me and resting over one curled arm, as if he had fallen asleep watching me. The whimsical thought made me gulp. It tempted me to forget about reality and just stay there, but I knew I couldn’t – wouldn’t – do that. I didn’t want Constantijin to think I took advantage of him and his position at the office the first chance I got.
I decided to try one more time before leaving. Ruffling his hair gently, I whispered, “Constantijin?”
But all he did was grunt in irritation.
It made me grin. I could easily imagine how he was as a child. He must have been a horror, not wanting to wake up for school.
With a sigh, I checked the drawers until I found a writing pad and pen. Scribbling a quick note, I hesitated at the end. Love could be misconstrued so I decided to end it with something that was sure to make him laugh instead.
After folding the note and placing it on top of the bedside table, I pressed a kiss to his cheek, where the beginnings of stubble had already appeared. It was my first time to feel his cheek less than perfectly shaved, and it created a warm fuzzy feeling inside my heart.
This was surely one of the many firsts that we’d share.
And I was right. But the second of the firsts we had to share took place in circumstances that were less than pleasing.
Shit. I said the word over and over in my mind as I hit the Up button several times even though I knew it wouldn’t get the elevator to my floor fast enough. Seven-forty-freaking-five AM. I left Constantijin’s bed early just to be late to work.