His Desire (Billionaire Blind Date Book 5) by Jacinda Chance Read Free Book Online Page B

flier. It usually took a few Dramamine and lots of keeping my eyes shut to avoid motion sickness in a plane. But in Grant’s private jet, which was more luxurious than any apartment I’d ever lived in, I guess a burning ass and an orgasm that he kept teasing me with but not letting me have was enough distraction to keep my stomach from acting up.
    He sat in a sort of leather captain’s chair, pants around his knees, and I straddled him, completely naked. His cock was buried deep inside me, while he held my hips tightly. He moved me how he wanted, giving me almost no control. That was fine with me—I knew that no matter what happened, mind-blowing pleasure was always the result.
    When he lifted and lowered me, the sting of my cheeks touching his legs was a reminder of that morning, when we’d discussed wedding plans and he’d made me describe exactly what I wanted while he spanked and teased me. He didn’t let me come after that, promising that he’d make it up to me later.
    He was doing that now. Except he held me down for too long—I wanted to ride him, wanted to bounce until my body gave itself over.
    “I have billions at my disposal, and this is the wedding you want,” he said, still in disbelief.
    “Yes.”
    He lifted me, let me bounce on his cock a few times, before holding me in place. I could feel his hardness throbbing inside me. He was delaying the pleasure for both of us.
    “I’m going to be hard the whole time, knowing how red your curvy, perfect ass is under your dress.” Lift, lower, lift, lower.
    And then I gave him what I knew he wanted most. “Please, Grant. Please.”
    “Please what, baby?”
    “Let me come.”
    He sucked in a breath through flared nostrils. “If you can stay quiet, I won’t have to spank that ass before the ceremony. Think you can do that?”
    “Mm hm.”
    His hands urged my hips to move. “Do it,” he ground out.
    I flexed my thigh muscles in an attempt to just bounce on him. I knew that would drive me over the edge. But despite giving me some control, he held my hips to keep me from going too fast.
    I whimpered in frustration and put my hands over his. Faster, faster, MORE .
    He smiled and shook his head. “Come,” he growled.
    I fought against his hands with my body, trying to push myself, lift myself, but he was too strong. When he loosened his grip and I could move freely, it took two thrusts of him inside me to make me shout louder than him. I tossed my head back and arched, and if he hadn’t grabbed my hips again I might have toppled backwards.
    “Good girl,” he groaned, thrusting into me as pleasure overtook him.
    I hadn’t been quiet. I knew that meant that before our wedding, he was going to push my dress up, bend me over, and spank me so that I’d feel his hands on me through the entire ceremony. Two months before, I’d have laughed if anyone had told me that I’d go from mostly virginal to aching for a man’s domineering hand and commanding presence.
    I’d have been so wrong.
    I loved him, and I loved the way I belonged to him, completely.
     
    Grant
     
    Sophie was so beautiful in the La Costa dress I’d bought her to wear to her relative’s wedding. Sorry to that woman, but I couldn’t have been happier that her wedding got cancelled. It had worked out so well for my life.
    After she accepted my proposal, I told her we needed to get married immediately. As soon as whatever wedding of her dreams could be planned. She’d laughed and said there was no need to rush, was there?
    There wasn’t, except I wanted her to be my wife.
    I dispensed with the prenup, which my lawyers nearly had seizures over. But I wanted her to know just how serious I was. “Marry me as soon as possible, and if you regret it, you can always divorce me and live like a queen for the rest of your life. The only one risking anything here is me.”
    I was happy to take that risk, even though it wasn’t one. She could have sold the dresses and jewelry at any time. More than