Untamed: A Billionaire Romance

by Kira Blakely

  Reaching the waistband of his pants, I unwrap my present slowly, first popping out the button and then pulling down the zipper. Seeing the stain over the bulge in his boxers, I bend over to lick it, causing another harsh curse to escape Nathan’s lips.

  “Shit, Sam, you’re going to make me—”

  “Shh.” I place a finger to his lips. “You told me to enjoy, remember?”

  He nods, suppressing another curse as I continue licking, making the bulge and the stain grow larger. When it looks like the fabric is about to get torn, I take his cock out, taking a moment to marvel at its perfection. Even after all the times I’ve seen it, I still can’t help but be fascinated by every inch of it, from the swollen tip to the heavy sac at the base.

  I cup the sac, stroking it gently as I take his cock inside my mouth.

  “Fuck!”

  I can tell he’s losing control and as I look up at his face, I see the lust in his eyes, along with the plea.

  I give in, letting go of his cock and getting off the bed so I can undress, first taking off my sweater and then my pants, bra, and soaked panties, all a mess on the floor.

  I return to the bed, climbing on top of Nathan. Again, we kiss and this time, I’m the one gasping as he cups my tender breasts, his fingers teasing my already stiff nipples. I let him play with them for a bit then, when my patience runs out, I move lower, shivering as his cock brushes against my sex.

  I grab it, letting its tip rub against my soft folds. Little by little, I let it in, breathing in gasps as I lower my hips. Nathan, too, gasps and grips my hips, his own moving off the mattress. I lean forward and meet his thrusts, tendrils of my hair falling to form a curtain over my cheeks.

  I’ve missed this sensation more than I can describe and yet it feels like we were never apart, his body and mine still a perfect fit, both moving in sync.

  Even our orgasms hit us within seconds of each other, our bodies trembling and then growing taut, our moans filling the air.

  Afterward, I collapse on top of him, resting my head over his rapidly beating heart as I catch my breath.

  I’m still catching it when Nathan pushes me, switching our positions in one swift move. Indeed, one moment, I am on top and the next I’m beneath him, his hands gripping my thighs.

  Now, he is in control and I happily surrender, knowing that this can only end in intense pleasure.

  Already, the pleasure is starting again, buzzing through my veins and roaring with each thrust he makes. I throw my head back against the pillow, one hand gripping his shoulder and the other grabbing a handful of the sheets.

  “God, I’ve missed you, Sam,” Nathan cries as he gives a particularly hard thrust, his voice hoarse.

  I cup his face. “I’ve missed you, too, Nathan.”

  Our lips clash anew, my hands going to his back. He continues moving, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

  I tear my lips away from his, crying out and clinging to him as another orgasm rips through me, followed by another and another, the wave of pleasure seemingly endless. Just as it breaks, Nathan buries himself deep inside me, filling me a second time as more grunts and curses fill the air.

  For a long moment after, the igloo is silent, both of us still. Then Nathan strokes my cheek, his blue eyes glistening as he gives me a tender smile.

  “Happy birthday.”

  I, too, smile, placing my hand over his. “Thank you. To be honest, I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

  It’s true and it’s not even because we’re in a glass igloo in northern Finland. It’s because I’m with the man I love, the same man who clearly loves me.

  I thought the Northern Lights would be the most magical spectacle I’d get to see, yet now, I barely notice the dancing streaks of purple and green above us, their beauty eclipsed by the glowing warmth in Nathan’s eyes.

  I wouldn’t mind gazing into them forever.

  About the Author

  For years, all Kira ever wanted to do is write her own books. After ghost writing a few best sellers for other authors, she realized it was time to start taking credit for her own work. Her personal struggles in relationships and finances had driven her to start doing what she loves, which is writing full time.

  She first took to writing when she was a teenager. She fell in love with a boy who didn’t love her quite as much as she loved him. She admits this was partly due to her being slightly overweight and seriously insecure. This painful experience drove her to start practicing her craft. If she couldn’t have the love of her life, she would create Mr. Right in her romance novels, and maybe give him a few embellishments.

  Through the experience of dieting, somewhat, and doing what she love’s full time she has gained back some confidence and found companionship, half man half kitty, and has found her calling.

  We hope you enjoy her books and wish you the best in this crazy thing called life.

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