Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance (11 page)

“Good God, they’re still going. How much can one woman take?”

Kathryn couldn’t answer her boyfriend’s question. Indeed, somewhere on the other end of the hall, one woman was single-handedly taking the sex of her life.
I can admire that.
She could also admire the man on the other end of the fucking. It took a man of great stamina and strength to put an experienced sub like Monica through the wringer. Then again, Kathryn knew first-hand how intense those two were.
I saw them perform one night.
It may or may not have been the hottest show she had ever seen at The Dark Hour.

“Oh, for the right man…” To the sounds of a woman begging to be fucked and then begging for mercy, of all things, Kathryn moved her hand down Ian’s thigh and stroked his cock again. “A woman can go through so much pleasure that her body can barely survive it. I would know by now.”

“Katie…” Ian addressed her, but his attention was on the moans and cries filtering through their wall. “Are you getting turned on by this?”

“On what, sweetie? The sex or your cock?”

Although nowhere near hard yet, Ian twitched beneath her touch. “Yes.”

The moans intensified. If Monica wasn’t dead yet, she was probably halfway there.
Knowing that a man is doing that to her…
It reminded Kathryn of the way Ian fucked her in the downstairs office. Had anyone heard that, well… their brains would’ve probably melted too.

“As I said earlier,” Ian pushed his hand between Kathryn’s legs, touching her slit through her wet underwear. “My slutty little nymph.”

“I’m only slutty for you, my prince.”

“Fancy that. I’m only slutty for you, my goddess.”

Kathryn grabbed his cock, making her intentions clear as she rose up and bore her teeth at him. “Let’s have slutty sex.”

“Now hold on. Give the guy a chance to get his shit together.” He meant his cock, which was still soft in Kathryn’s hand. “He’s had a busy day.”

“So have I.” Kathryn shut up as she heard Monica coming in the other room.
She sounds like she’s…
Words failed Kathryn. All she could think of was having sex so good that she was screaming Ian’s name, begging him to fuck her, crying that he was the only one in the world who could satisfy her.

“Ohohoho.” Ian removed his hand from her slit to show her how wet his fingers were. “I think you like what you’re hearing over there. What is it, Katie? Imagining it’s you in there?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Maybe.”

Ian slipped his hand back between her thighs… this time he made a point of tearing aside her underwear and going straight for her sexual jugular. “Why imagine when you can live it?”

“Why not indeed, Ian?”

Their gentle kiss and tender, mutual touches were peppered with the cries of a woman losing her fucking mind down the hall.
She has to run out of energy at some point. Hasn’t her pussy worn out yet?
Kathryn wasn’t sure even she could go for Round 2 so soon after their erotic tryst in the office a few hours ago. If she thought her core was satiated
then…

“Down,” Kathryn growled, pushing Ian back onto the bed. Her hand remained around his cock, which was starting to regain some of its lost rigidity. “I let you take me earlier. Now I’m going to take you.”

“Hey, do whatever you want.” Ian helped Kathryn stroke his shaft, massage his sack, and rub his wide tip. When Kathryn bent down and willed it back to an erection with her mouth, Ian continued, “I’ll lie here and be spoiled until the time comes to spoil you back.”

Kathryn spent the next three minutes coaxing Ian’s cock back to life. This time his groans were harsher, as if a little pain accompanied his will to pleasure his girlfriend.
I appreciate it, dear.
Ian had been ready to sleep for the night. And then his girlfriend got horny. The horror!

It wasn’t unusual for Ian to go twice in one day. The more time between orgasms, the more it was like he didn’t come at all earlier that day. But Kathryn was pushing her boyfriend’s abilities as a man by asking him to have a third erection so soon.
Thank God he’s young.
And thank God she was hot – and another woman was getting her brains fucked out and drowning out the ghastly noise.

Just as she was pleased enough with her handiwork, Ian said, “I think they’re done. I don’t hear any more cries for deliverance.”

“Good.” Kathryn sat up, pulling down her underwear and lifting her T-shirt far enough to free her breasts. “Because it’s my turn to make some noise.”

She straddled his hips, searching for his cock. “Enjoy yourself, my darling.” Ian grabbed her thighs, but did not commit beyond that.

Not until Kathryn started to sink upon him, slowly, agonizingly taking him into her and feeling the exquisite way he made her feel .The man was just
lying
there, and already Kathryn was convinced she was the most in love she would ever feel in her life.

Because while Ian may have been “just lying” there, he looked into her eyes, smiling softly as he watched his Katie have her way with him.

God, I love riding cock.

She started slow, making sure he fit within her at the right angle before moving back and forth along his cock. Ian sucked in his breath, but did not make any other sound. He watched her intently, though. So intently that Kathryn wondered if he was the one controlling things after all. The man had an intrinsic way of making her
think
she was in control until the very last moment.

No, right now she was definitely in control. She controlled how fast, how hard, even how deep as she raised her hips and felt him slide halfway out of her. She further tortured herself by forcing his tip up and down within her, stretching out her own opening.
No, not just the opening.
All of her. She wasn’t merely forging a path for him to take her. She was opening herself up to all of him, gripping his shaft and tip until she felt it pertinent to release it again.

Kathryn opened her eyes to find Ian sucking in his breath with her every movement. “Holy fucking shit,” he muttered. “Are you trying to get off or kill me?”

“Why?” Kathryn tried to not betray how much she wanted to go hog-wild
riding
on him right now. “Going to come already?”

A frustrated groan spread through his throat, forcing him to close his eyes as his grip on Kathryn’s hips tightened. “Quite the opposite, I’m afraid.”

Kathryn didn’t know what that meant, but fuck, she didn’t care.
There’s me, there’s my boyfriend’s cock… well, time to ride into the sunset!

She lifted herself off his cock, made sure she was
ready,
and then took that mother fucker for all he was worth.

As a Domme, this was one of Kathryn’s favorite positions. Time and again over the years she got the best orgasms from straddling a gorgeous man’s hips and fucking him as hard as she could. It was free. It was wild. It gave her so much control that she didn’t know what to do with herself half the time.
Other than come.
Again. And fucking again.

Well, Ian was definitely gorgeous. Muscular, striking, and with a scent to die for. The way he looked at her – in that adoring,
look at you go
kind of way – told Kathryn that she was a stunning creature worthy of this moment. The more she grinded against his hips, swallowing him whole within her core, the more she wished for Ian to give her the same thing he gave her earlier in the office.

“Come inside me, baby.” Her hands splayed across his chest, giving her enough leverage to up her speed and pound herself on him. Ian flinched in pleasure, but did not otherwise react. “I need your…”

His fingers dug into her hips. “What do you need? I want to hear you say it.”

Kathryn stilled, nearly overcome with the orgasm threatening to explode within her. “I need your cum.”

“Why?”

What a time to play games! “Because…” Kathryn made sure he had a good view of her breasts as she leaned back and braced herself against his bent knees. The new angle made him slide in a bit deeper, and she winced in both pleasure and discomfort. Mostly pleasurable discomfort. “Because I fucking want it, Ian.”

“Good enough for me. You’re a helluva bargainer.”

“I always get what I want.”

Ian smirked at her. “Yes. You do.”

Kathryn closed her eyes again, enjoying the quivering sensations of her thrusting down to meet Ian’s upward thrusts.
Fuck me.
His wandering hands went from her hips, to her thighs, to her lower legs, and all Kathryn could think was that time stopped for them. She wasn’t inspired to be loud, but she was definitely inspired to…

Well, to come.

“Fuck!” Orgasm took her by surprise, rattling her bones and making her eyes roll back in her head. Ian thrust upward, hard, piercing her deep within and forcing her to have a stronger orgasm when she was least expecting it.

An orgasm like that would usually make Ian come with her, but it was a miracle that he stayed as hard as he did as Kathryn rode through her plateau. As she started coming down from her high, Ian pinched her flesh, reminding her that he had yet to relieve the pressure in his body.

“Oh…” Kathryn eased forward, wincing as Ian’s cock refused to accommodate her movements. On the plus side, she was now so wet that she slid off him with almost no effort. “How did you do that?”

“I told you.” Ian didn’t let her rest. He grabbed her arm, hauling her body into his lap, his lips searching for her nipple and making her shudder in renewed pleasure.
Oh fuck, not so soon!
Was that what he was thinking earlier? Kathryn’s insides begged for rest, but to say she wouldn’t let him fuck her again… “Don’t bet on me giving what you want so soon.”

He pulled her onto his lap again, this time making the cowgirl take him in reverse. Kathryn nearly blacked out as her boyfriend – no, he was becoming her Dom again – spread her legs over his waist and directed his cock into her easily accessible opening. Kathryn cried out as he slowly rocked in and out of her, his hands running up her sides and hooking beneath her breasts.

“You’re gonna have to work harder than bobbing on my dick to get me to come again, Katie.” Ian’s voice was both poison and an aphrodisiac in Kathryn’s addled brain. She whined, her whole body shaking as Ian pulled out of her and then slammed back in again. “You’re gonna have to
really
want it.”

“Oh my God…” Only one thought entered her mind.
The last time he went three times… the third time took for-fucking-ever.
What the fuck have I done, letting him come twice today already?
She had created a monster!

Kathryn was tired, sore, and definitely at the whim of the man quickly claiming her as his sub for the moment.

“You’re going to keep taking my cock until I finally come in you. I don’t give a fuck if you’re about to pass out. You started this.
You
want it.”

Kathryn shuddered on his cock. “I know…”

Ian sat up enough to take her into his embrace, her legs opening wider over his hips. When she looked down, Kathryn saw his thick, hard cock lodged deep inside her.
Oh my God. Holy fucking hell!
She didn’t have a choice, did she? The more she let go of the control she once claimed, the easier it became to bear what this man was going to do her.

He was going to fuck her until they literally could not anymore.

“Goes without saying,” Ian growled, pinching both her nipples. “Be as loud as you want.”

Once again, Kathryn didn’t have a choice. The cries fell from her lips as easily as the climaxes did.

She had no idea when one started and the next began. From the moment Ian took her over, thrusting into her with such power than it made the room spin, Kathryn began to feel one orgasm after another consume her. She lived in a perpetual bliss – or was it hell? – where she was never allowed to “finally” come and be done with it for the night. As long as Ian was still needy, she had to be available to him.

I don’t fucking know
how
he hasn’t come yet!
Surely, Kathryn’s perpetual orgasms would get it out of him. It seemed that her core was permanently clenching him, doing its fucking damndest to empty him once and for all. It became a mission. How hard and how often did Kathryn have to come to get this man to empty his cock inside her?

That wasn’t the “worst” part.

No, the biggest source of Kathryn’s carnal mayhem came from
the fucking mirror hanging in front of her.

For a guest room, this place had a huge mirror hanging above the antique dresser, granting a perfect view of the queen-sized bed and any hanky-panky going on.
I can’t look away…
She looked so spent, her face scrunched in continuous orgasm as Ian thrust into her so hard that her thighs turned red and her breasts bounced with the force of a quake beneath her feet. Even if she managed to close her eyes and shut out the truth of how she looked, she could not escape the sounds of her cries begging for relief, and the sounds of her wet,
drenched
entrance swallowing and releasing Ian’s cock over and over. Or was it the sound of Ian pounding her from below? Either way, that sensational sound of hot skin and wet flesh made Kathryn sob in desire.