The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 48. His Good Girl.

"Hold on, sweetheart. Not until I say so," Alaric said softly as he breathed in Nicolette’s essence.

Lord, she smelled so good. So good that he could literally lose himself in her.

"Alaric..." Nicolette tugged at his hair, moaning against his magic.

The way she called his name drove him crazy. He swirled his tongue against her clit and she jerked.

"Ah, Alar..."

Her voice trailed off as he flipped his tongue all over her sweet spot before plunging it inside her.

He loved the way she called his name. It was way better than that generic, formal Mr. Allens. This felt better—so pure, so complete.

Nicolette’s body jerked and he knew it was time again. When she had climaxed on his fingers, it had sent him out of space. And now that he could smell her release coming, he couldn’t wait to taste her.

He lifted his head, his tongue craving to go back in, but his body tightening, unable to hold on to his control.

Still, he had to give her the command. He had seen how it made her feel, how it made her lose control. And he loved it.

He loved this version of Nicolette. She was soft, vulnerable, and completely his to take.

The pleasure surged into him, but he controlled it, knowing he had to taste her first. "Finish for me, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth.

She obeyed.

She exhaled.

And then she released, flooding all over his face.

"Nicolette..." His voice was as hard as rock as he buried himself in her wetness.

He tasted her.

Soaking his tongue in her release.

Fuck! She tasted like strawberry—sweet and fierce.

He drank to her climax, breathing it in like he couldn’t get enough.

And he couldn’t.

His body was already full, and he just couldn’t hold on anymore.

He straightened up and got out of his trousers.

Nicolette’s eyes were shut, and her breath uneven. She wanted more.

He could feel it.

He could see it.

He knelt again, sliding his tongue inside for just one final taste.

She melted, her body collapsing in pure surrender.

Should he go get protection?

His mind drifted, but he knew he couldn’t.

If he left this pussy for one second, he knew he would ruin the moment for both of them.

Shaking off the thought, Alaric stood up again, and before Nicolette could realize his mouth wasn’t on her anymore, he slipped in.

"Ah!" she cried, and he got harder.

He thrust into her slowly, treading into the foreign part of her body.

God, this was just too much pleasure.

He paced himself, and she clenched around him.

Her fingers dug into his skin, and it drove him mad.

"Good girl," he coaxed, and he felt her body weaken for him. "Good girl," he said again, liking the way she melted and bent under him. "You’re taking it so well."

Nicolette wrapped her legs around his, forcing him to increase his pace.

He didn’t want to.

He just wanted to take it slow and relish in the sweetness of her.

But with her pace, her pants, and his own body unable to hold on, he obeyed.

He grinded his body against hers, and she gasped. "Use your words, sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes, her fingers digging further into his skin. It hurt, but he liked the pain; it told him she was his. She was marking her territory.

"Ala..."

Her words died in her throat as he pounded her. She hadn’t expected it; he could tell from the way her eyes widened.

Those brown eyes were hot with desire.

Burning just for him.

He thrust again, pounding, owning her pussy.

Her insides clenched against his cock, and he felt her pour, getting wetter and squishier with every pound.

"Oh yes, baby. Keep it wet for me like that," he said, and then lowered his mouth to hers.

She obeyed.

Her body tensed under him.

He pounded again and again, and realized he wanted another style. He stood up quickly and flipped her over.

"I want to see that ass jiggle for me," he said, and tapped her ass.

She moaned, her butt turning red from his finger’s impact.

"You like that?" he asked, tapping her again.

She moaned again, softly, obediently.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes."

He chuckled, pleased by the helplessness in her tone.

Who would have thought that Nicolette, the one with the sharp mouth and witty comebacks, could be in bed with him? Helpless. Weak. Surrendering to be taken.

He tapped her ass again, then slid into her from behind.

"Oh God," she cried as he pressed her body against the pillow.

"Fuck, baby, you’re so hot," he coaxed, pounding her hard.

She arched her back, and he lost his mind.

He surged in, unleashing the primal need to fill himself up inside her—the primal urge to take and take until there was nothing left.

Except, Nicolette had plenty to give.

Each thrust made her wetter.

The wetter she got, the harder he became. The harder he became, the more his desire grew.

"I can’t... hold..."

"Wait for me," he purred, and he dug inside her. Deeper. Faster. Like an archaeologist digging for gold.

"Ah," he moaned, and a gush of liquid lubricated the area. "You’re going to make me cum with all these juices baby."

"Come," she said softly, and her hand connected to his balls, dangling against her thigh.

"Ah!" He gritted his teeth, feeling the wave of ecstasy taking over him.

He pounded her. "Wait for me."

He went deeper. Harder. Until he felt the release coming from deep within him.

Nicolette’s cry changed, and he knew for sure she was coming too.

He increased his pace, his hand on her back, directing the angle for them both.

Faster.

Harder.

She cried.

Louder.

Throwing her head back in pure pleasure.

Her cries filled the air, and his ears, and it was enough to do it.

With one final, yet weak thrust, Alaric allowed the moment to wash over him and he poured.

He collapsed on the bed, his heart pounding heavily. Nicolette collapsed beside him, her breathing equally heavy.

For a moment, nothing moved.

For a moment, everything was still.

For a moment, their bodies melted into each other, relishing in their lovemaking.

He could do this all day.

The thought filled him with joy.

He wanted to do this all day.

Alaric rolled to Nicolette and kissed her shoulders. "I guess that’s a perfect way of blessing the union," he teased, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

She closed her eyes to his touch, allowing his hands to roam all over her shoulders, before she suddenly sat upright.

He was spooked by her behavior and sat up too. "What’s wrong?"

Nicolette ignored him as she pulled the duvet over her body, leaving him naked on the bed. She walked to the bathroom and stopped at the door.

"Please don’t be here when I get back," she said softly and left.

Alaric’s heart shattered.

And no, it wasn’t because of the tone, which was flat.

It was because of her look. It was filled with shame and regret.