Devastatingly Desirable: A Possessive Insta-love Brit Alpha Billionaire Romance (In love in a New York Minute Book 1)

by Ember Flint

  “Me too,” she gasps, holding my head against her neck. “Me too…”

  I slide her down my body and my hands sift through her silky waves, then they go to her delicate shoulders and then again on her back and her waist, never tiring of traversing her womanly curves. Her body is so voluptuous, so soft, so feminine that I can’t get enough.

  Lara takes my breath away, I want to dive in her with all the strength I have and I know she could take me If I did: her shapely body seems to be made for me.

  I release the clasp of her lavender bra and my mouth drops open.

  I did not know beauty like this could exist.

  All breasts are equally hot for a man who has an appreciation for them, that’s what I thought. Well, I was bloody wrong: I feel like I’ve never seen breasts before, maybe I really haven’t. She is that lovely.

  Her breasts are the stuff the wildest wet-dreams are made of.

  Big and pert, lush and firm even without the bra holding them in place; little rose-colored nipples hard like bullets and small areolas of a slightly paler pink in perfect contrast with the porcelain tone of her skin, a slight blush of arousal in the valley between them.

  Before I know what I’m doing my open mouth is pressed to them, the skin warm, silky and baby-soft.

  I inhale deeply in her sweet scent, I kiss each nipple gently and then I draw one in my mouth, suckling firmly, my cock throbbing painfully in time with each of her whimpers.

  Her hands go to my head, clasping me to her. “Closer,” she moans. “I want to be closer.”

  I nod against her skin and I pick her up again.

  I know exactly what she means: I feel the same consuming need.

  I look around the shop and I go through my options.

  Fuck!

  There’s nothing I could lie her on that would be even vaguely comfy for her.

  “I don’t care where,” Lara whispers, kissing me, practically reading my mind.

  We can’t keep on standing there, we are in plain view of the street. “The storage room?” I ask, breathless.

  She nods.

  I go around the counter, keeping her against me, my hands on her backside, my cock planted between her spread thighs.

  Her pretty purple ballerina-shoes fall on the floor with two little consecutive thuds.

  The table is covered in boxes and is topped with glass, I can’t risk harming her; I’ll die if something happened to her.

  The wall, it is then.

  I push her against it, keeping her sandwiched between the oak panel that covers it and my famished body.

  I let go of my grasp around her hips and drop to my knees in front of her, my lips on the slight curve of her belly, my tongue traces the little circle of her navel and dips inside it, making her shiver and mewl in pleasure.

  My fingertips dig in the smooth skin of her thighs to keep her in place.

  I can’t wait anymore.

  I drag my face down, until my nose is flush against her mound and I breathe her sweet, feminine scent in. Her cunt smells like honeysuckle and passion and I’m instantly addicted to it.

  I need to have a taste.

  My fingers pull the sides of her little, sheer boy-shorts and slip them down to the floor, leaving her finally completely naked.

  I look up at her and she smiles at me. Her cheeks pink and her hair spread around her shoulders like a dark, lustrous halo.

  My eyes drop to her plump pussy again and my mouth goes dry and waters at the same time. I did not know that was possible.

  Her mound is covered by a trim and short, dark patch of little curls, shining from her wetness. Her sex is a vision of pink, glistening loveliness; her swollen clit begging for my touch, my kisses.

  I press the tip of my thumb to it and I see her opening clench and unclench on an emptiness that I’m more than willing to fill.

  Just the thought of it makes my cock jerk a few times and more precum slips out of my tip. I’m beyond aroused and ready to be inside her, but I don’t want to just shove in, not yet.

  I’m set on exploring her little pink heaven first, even at the risk of popping a vein.

  One of my hands leaves her pussy, going back to roaming her upper body, while the other strokes her inner thigh, making her shiver and moan even more.

  God she is so sensitive, so responsive to the barest of touches!

  I return a finger to her opening, stirring it in her wetness before slipping it inside her, soon followed by another.

  “Aston!” she moans, biting her lip and her hands grasp my head, fisting my hair.

  She is so tightly wound around my fingers, that I can’t wait to feel her walls clamp on my hardness.

  I start to thrust in and out of her, lazily at first and then more and more fast.

  My other hand plays at her breasts, tweaking and plucking her tightened peaks.

  She loves it.

  “Look at me!” I order and Lara drops her glazed, lustful eyes on me, beginning to rock back and forth, making my glides go deeper in her lush channel.

  When she starts to get impossibly tight on my digits, I take them away, making her moan impatiently, but I’ve got her: she shouldn’t be worrying about her pleasure, I’ll be giving her plenty of it soon.

  My lips make contact with her cunt, I give her one long lick from her sleek opening to the top of her swollen outer-lips and I see goosebumps break on the soft skin of her thighs.

  I’m done teasing her and I go straight for her clit, the tip of my tongue massaging it with a relentless pace.

  Her knees start to go weak and shake, her back bows away from the wall and she presses my mouth to her gushing pussy even more as desperate moans leave her throat.

  I double my efforts, loving every sound she makes.

  I can’t get enough of her sweet, hot honey, I want her to melt under my tongue, to give me every drop of her essence, I want her delicious taste branded on my senses forever.

  I want to make her come this way and then I want to fuck her until we’re both unconscious from the pleasure.

  Lara begins to collapse screaming her delight, her orgasm taking over control of her body; I hold her still, bringing both hands to her hips as I gently kiss and lick her down to earth again while little clenches flicker under my lips and fingers.

  I look at her beautiful face.

  Lara is shimmering in fulfillment; her skin glows.

  I’m achingly-hard and speechless: I’ve never been so enthralled by a woman’s beauty in my life.

  I reach the zip of my trousers and pull it down, giving my dick some very needed space to breathe, the pressure had gone from painful to unbearable.

  I squeeze my base and pinch my tip to keep me from going over the edge with her, I want to be inside her when I come.

  She stares at my more than obvious arousal and suddenly looks unsure.

  I think she may be on the verge of changing her mind and I feel I might expire if she does, but I care for her more than I can explain and I’ll do whatever she wants even if it means denying my raging need.

  I stand up again, trying to ignore the demands of my cock and caress the side of her face.

  “What’s up?” I ask her softly. “Have you changed— Do you want us to stop?”

  She shakes her head no. “I just… I just was wondering at…” she looks down at my erection again and I notice my cock has found its way out of the waistband of my boxers.

  She sighs shakily. “I’m not sure it will be easy to… it’s been a while.”

  I take her face in both of my palms and I kiss her lightly on the lips. “Don’t worry. I could never hurt you.”

  She nods; her brilliant big eyes staring up at me. “You maybe not, but that is one ginormous beast you’re packing.”

  I laugh. I can’t help myself. She is the only woman I’ve ever met that could get me to laugh while so painfully aroused. “I’ll reign it in. Trust me. You only have to say the wo
rd and I’ll stop. Okay?”

  “Okay…”

  I kiss her again fiercely this time, I can’t postpone it anymore, I need to be inside her now.

  I finish undress in record time and I’m standing naked in front of her in a matter of seconds; the condom already unwrapped.

  She takes it from my hand and when I realize her intention, I shake my head.

  “Maybe next time, baby,” I rumble thickly.

  She pouts. “But I wanted to touch you… I need to…” her words trail off.

  I smile at her. “I understand… but if you go anywhere near my cock it will be over entirely too soon, Lara. I pushed it too much already,” I explain gruffly.

  Her eyes go again to my angry-looking cock, nearly purple from desire.

  “Oh… I see… I did not think of that. I just wanted to touch you all over: you’re so… you’re magnificent,” she mumbles and smiles brightly at me.

  My dick bobs in proud acknowledgment of her words and I feel my skin redden.

  I’m blushing. I’m fucking blushing like a bloody stupid lad of fifteen!

  I can’t recall the last time this happened to me; I didn’t even think I was still capable of doing it.

  I crush Lara to my body again, kissing her madly and coming up for air only long enough to don protection.

  I hate the thought of feeling anything between us, but I would hate more to delay my getting inside of her with a talk on past lovers.

  I don’t want to even think about past lovers. Not now, not when I’m this close to be one with her.

  Grasping her bottom, I easily lift her groaning at the feeling of her naked, wet center pressed against my cock.

  I nearly stumble while I take a step forward to secure her more in my arms, I had not realized how weak my legs have gone.

  But I’m not deterred: I need to fuck her, now.

  I push her against the wall again. She clings to me, her palms reach my shoulder blades and her legs wrap around my waist while I start to grind between her folds, coating my length in her wetness.

  Her fingernails dig deeply into the skin of my back as soft, breathy moans escape her red, swollen lips.

  I align the head of my dick with her slit and I feel her heat scorch me.

  I push in a little bit and her pussy immediately tries to suck me in, pulsing at my tip.

  I clench my jaw, forcing my body to slow down as I glide inside of her a little more, watching her to gauge her reaction, making sure she is only feeling pleasure at my entrance.

  Her face is taut, eyes closed, mouth open. “More… please, Aston! I need more! I want all of you!” she works her hips against mine, pulling me further inside her hotness and I lose it, thrusting into her all the way to the hilt, until I feel my balls slap the curve of her bottom.

  I groan in pleasure; I’ve never felt anything remotely close to this.

  Lara screams my name, clutching me even more to her body.

  I feel momentarily blinded by a scalding wave of need as her walls squeeze the life out of my cock, making me discharge a few drops of cum already and I’m no longer capable of completing a thought.

  Single words slice through my brain.

  Hot… soft… tight… unbelievable…

  I start to pound her to the wall, shagging her like both our lives depended on it and as I increase my tempo more and more she meets each and every one of my upthrusts, driving her hips against me on the downstrokes, bestowing so much pleasure onto me I can’t believe I’m not coming yet.

  Her moans and the wet echoes of our union are filling the room, creating a heady symphony that is turning me into a reckless animal and making me fuck her tiny pussy even harder.

  My rhythm is so powerful I’m surprise the wood panel is holding under it, but each time I thrust into her, her mewls and whispers get more eager and her desire is driving me mad: the more she gets, the more she wants, the more I want to give to her.

  My cock is throbbing painfully inside her, getting pleasure, but not relief from our fucking.

  But there is more to it than physical pleasure. I’m shocked at the intensity of our connection, at the strength and intimacy of our fledging bond.

  I’ve never felt so close to another human being as I am in this moment.

  I want to be one with her more than anything in the world and for the first time in my life I truly think it can be done.

  I cannot explain it and I don’t understand it, but this stranger seems to complete me in body and spirit as if we were meant to be united, as if we are meant to be like this forever.

  I can feel Lara’s body starting to convulse from the pleasure, her skin feverishly hot and sleek, her hardened nipples raking my sweaty chest.

  She is burning up and I love every second of it.

  This is the first time I can actually feel that much pleasure and yet at the same time be so attuned to my lover’s sensations. Our pleasures seem to be inextricably bound one to the other.

  Lara is chanting my name over and over, cresting on the tide of her orgasm.

  She lets go of a deep, primal cry of ecstasy that ignites the seed inside my balls and tightens them to two stones. As my mind go blank, her twitching, hot pussy clasps my erection even more and I start to let go.

  I clench my teeth trying to hold back.

  I don’t want for our connection to stop, not yet, but I can’t prevent it.

  Soon I am blinded by my own shattering release.

  My orgasm seems to go on forever.

  My cock jolts repeatedly and as my seed spews out of it, I let go of a low, guttural groan of satisfaction that sounds almost like a lion’s roar. Damn, I did not know I could do that.

  I raise my head from Lara’s shoulder and smile at her as we both slowly sink to the floor in a pool of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths.

  Chapter 8

  LARA

  I lift my head from his shoulder and glance into the most soulful dark eyes I’ve ever seen. There is a loving, satiated and surprised expression in his gaze.

  We say nothing. We don’t need to say anything.

  We just feel and what we feel maybe makes no sense, but it’s perfect.

  I smile at him, brushing my fingertips on his lips.

  Aston grabs my hand and kisses each digit repeatedly, then he does the same with my chin, my nose and my eyelids making me giggle.

  I study his handsome form, crouched on the floor and pressed to my body as his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

  This man is smoking hot in every detail: his sooty eyelashes, the cut of his steely jaw, the curve of his tempting mouth and lower, the hollow at the base of his throat, his broad shoulders covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscular chest smattered in dark, sparse hair, his six-pack and his sinful treasure’s trail. I won’t even try to describe his manhood.

  This guy is practically a demigod, besides being caring, thoughtful and masterful at making me come.

  I gently trace my finger on his well-defined muscles, making him shiver a little; my touch on him as powerful as his on me, some sort of electric undercurrent seems to be humming continuously through our still joined bodies.

  I lean forward to kiss him, caressing the short curly hair at his nape and he meets me halfway, his velvety tongue dancing with mine.

  My body tingles at the thought of the things we have shared, the sensations I’ve felt with him and anything else —anyone else— pales in comparison.

  Aston has wiped away every other touch, every other kiss, every other feeling I’ve ever had in less than two hours.

  I can’t believe what I’ve done.

  I practically jumped him!

  And yet, I don’t see how I could have not done it.

  In the end, there was no choice to make really.

  He is a stranger, but I know him, I need him more than my next breath.

  Is this crazy?

  Probably yes, but I don’t care.

>   All I care is that Aston feels the same and I know he does: I don’t need to ask, it’s in every one of his looks, in every one of his touches and in the way his heart beats against mine in perfect time with it.

  This is beyond physical attraction, beyond sexual fulfilment, beyond chemistry —although we have plenty of those going on between us— this is like my soul looking into his and seeing all the things I’ve ever wanted or needed reflected there.

  I know we have to talk and I know doubts may start to rise when we let our more rational sides get in control again and I don’t want that yet.

  I just want to be in his arms for a little while longer.

  I’ve never felt this way before; I never knew this kind of peace existed.

  And I don’t want reality to intrude, I don’t want any awkwardness or confusion, but I know those will be a given once we start to talk, no matter what we feel, because it doesn’t happen every day that two strangers share what we have shared; at least not to me and I hope not to him as well.

  “Aston?”

  Here it goes. I feel it in my voice, the insecurity, the doubt, but I have to speak the words loud and clear and I have to hear them from him, no matter what my heart tells me I know, my mind needs to make sure, it needs to understand and to see if he understands.

  “Hmm?” he kisses my shoulder and looks up at me again, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

  “Are you happy? Happy with what we… with what happened?”

  I know I should be asking him other things, but suddenly they don’t matter so much, not compared to this question anyway.

  He nods. “Very happy, my sweet. I don’t know what it is about you, but I’ve never felt this way before… and you?”

  “Me neither and… and I am very happy too. Aston?”

  “Yes?”

  I look away, feeling very self-conscious. “I want you to know that I’ve never… I’ve never done anything like this, I don’t want you to think that I’m—”

  Aston interrupts me, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. “I don’t think anything of the sort. And just so we’re clear: I’ve never done anything like this either and I never thought I would before I saw you. You make me lose control…”