Page 49 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

“Exactly, so in order to?—”

She wriggles against me, wiggling that ass right at me.

Oh. Oh, damn. If I wasn’t obsessed with her already, that blatant begging for a beating would be enough to do it.

I lie down on her back, letting her feel the full weight of me there, and growl in her ear, “Girl, you don’t know what you started.”

“Show me.”

I ram myself into her from behind, her cries burying deep into my soul. She’s so wet and hot inside that my body seizes from the sheer pleasure of her. But I get a hold of myself—I’m not doing this only for me. It’s not my time.

I lean back, removing my weight from her, and grab her wrists to pin them against the small of her back with one hand. Hoisting her hips crudely upward, I slam back into her. When I rear back again, I spank her several times before thrusting all the way in again.

When I pull back once more, my handprint is richer. Not scarlet or purple the way I’d like, but rosy now. I go at her again, alternating my thrusts and smacks as I fall into a pattern, and to my delight, she thrusts back for both as best she can.

Between gasping breaths, she whispers, “Please.”

I dive in fully, holding that pose. “Please, what?”

“Make me come.”

I tease, “But you said you thought you’d hurt me when you come, doll.”

“Just meant…in the shower. Not safe.”

“I don’t know that I should.” I slam in again, skipping the spanking this time. “You’re asking an awful lot, if you think I should risk you hurting me.”

“Didn’t want you to slip?—”

I cut her off with harder smack, then wrap my fist in her hair, pulling it taut to force her attention. “You don’t know this about me, doll, but I will not put our safety truly at risk. I know trust is earned over time, but we have such a limited amount of it that I must ask for your faith in the matter instead.”

I release her hair and reach around her hip until I find her wet little clit, and there, I give her a light tap with my palm. Her entire body jolts against me, but then I massage her there, my thumb circling. The moan that comes from her echoes through me as she pulses on my dick.

“Can you give me your faith, doll?”

She’s shuddering on me, her walls squeezing, edging closer and closer. “Yes.”

“You’re right there, aren’t you? So close?—”

“Yes! Please!”

“Good girl.” I work her clit until her whole body is sweating and flexing against me. Then and only then do I unleash myself, thrashing into her with abandon as she screams out her orgasm into the pillows. I let her have her hands back and her body contorts against me, seeking my cock as much as my fingers, rocking back and forth, unable to stop herself.

This is my favorite part. Bringing her to the limits of her self-control, then shredding through them. Anya is a pure animal as she comes on my cock over and over, clawing at the sheets, writhing and cursing in equal measure. It’s almost enough to make me come, seeing her so undone.

But there’s one more thing I need. That face.

The moment she slows, I roll her onto her back. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, wildness in those lake-blue eyes. She can’t hold still. She’s too far gone.

“Touch yourself for me. Do it now.”

Her hands move before she thinks it over, one on her ample tits, the other between her thighs. But once there, reality sets in, and alongside it, her shyness. “I’m not?—”

“Tweak your nipples the way you like to when you’re all alone, and play with your clit for me. You’re going to make yourself come for me.”

Her face somehow goes redder, but she gulps and follows the order, exposing this private thing to me.

I’m kneeling between her thighs to watch the best show on earth. Soon, her body undulates as her eyes unfocus. “Are you aching for me, doll?”