Connor and I were still talking about the evening as we settled into bed. We’d recently gotten a pair of silk pajamas and split them between us. I was wearing the top, and Connor was looking hot in just the bottoms.

Even billionaires like to economize.

Their fiancées like it even more, when economizing shows off the man’s gorgeous chest and rock-hard abs.

“See? He’s changed,” I insisted as I crawled into bed.

“No he hasn’t.”

I looked at Connor in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Okay…” Connor relented. “Maybe he’s softened. Some.”

“Weren’t you shocked when he said that stuff about Miranda?”

Connor looked troubled. “Actually… yes. That was the part that surprised me the most.”

“Aren’t you glad that he finally sees her for what she is?”

“I would… if I didn’t know from experience how dangerous that can be.”

“Well, now you have an ally. And one you thought was an enemy.”

“I guess.”

Under the sheets, he put his hand on the inside of my thigh and lightly brushed his fingertips upwards.

“Hey!” I said, slapping his fingers away.

“What?”

“No nookie for you!” I said. “You were bad!”

“I was not.”

“‘Hey, Dad, how’s it feel having a bitch for a daughter-in-law?’” I mimicked in a deep voice.

He laughed. “It was a conversation starter.”

“I don’t care! You deliberately flouted my rules! No nookie for you!”

He suddenly rolled over on top of me and caught my wrists in his powerful hands. I shrieked playfully, and kept turning my face away as he tried to kiss me.

“No! No nookie for you!” I kept yelling, in between bouts of laughter.

The problem was, I could feel his cock through the silk bottoms, pressed against my thigh.

It was starting to get longer… and thicker… and harder.

And I was starting to get wet.

“No nookie for me. Really,” Connor said.

“You owe me a nickel, anyway.”

“What if I pay you back in sexual favors?”

“That’s what all my clients say.”

“YOU – !” he exclaimed, and tried to kiss me again. I shrieked and kept flopping my head back and forth, avoiding his lips – but I couldn’t move my body beneath his weight, and I certainly couldn’t move my hips out of the range of his.

Suddenly I felt a hard, lovely pressure right between my legs.

Did I mention that when I was economizing with the pajama top, I didn’t wear any underwear to bed?

Yeah. So all that was separating me from the head of his cock was the silk pajama bottoms.

He pushed the tip up against me, then rubbed it against me lightly.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, and stopped moving. My eyes closed as I enjoyed that lustful, throbbing ache to have him inside me.

“So… no sex?” he whispered as he pushed his cock harder against my pussy. If it hadn’t been for those damn pajama buttons, he would be sliding inside me right now, inch by inch.

“Unnnhhh,” I groaned, and ground my hips against his to intensify the pressure.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

His face was so close to mine, I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

I wanted to kiss him so bad, my lips were tingling.

I arched my neck up, but he backed his mouth away teasingly. “Answer the question.”

It annoyed me that he didn’t want to kiss me, so I said brattily, “No.” Like No, you can’t have any of my candy!

Suddenly I felt the slippage of material. His pajama pants couldn’t contain the bulge of his erection anymore, and the skin of his cock glided up my wet lips and rubbed softly against my clit.

I gasped in pleasure.

He angled his hips again, and now the wet head of his cock entered inside me – but just half an inch.

“No?” he whispered.

“No,” I whispered back.

He eased inside me another half inch, teasing me with his thick, swollen head.

“No?”

“No,” I whimpered, even as I pushed down, trying to get more of his cock inside me.

He pulled out and I almost objected, but then he pressed the wet tip of his cock against my clit and began to rub… slowly… back and forth.

“…no?” he whispered.

“…no…” I sighed, my eyes rolling back in my head, my body on fire with desire.

“Okay,” he said cheerfully, and rolled off me again and back onto his spot on the bed.

I looked over at him in wide-eyed shock.

Partially because I could see the upper half of his large, throbbing cock poking out of the waist of his pajama bottoms.

“Good night!” he said, and pulled the covers over his body.

“NO!” I yelped, and rolled over on top of him, tearing the sheet off him so I could see his body.

“You said you didn’t want sex!” he laughed as I grabbed his wrists and pinned him down. (Which, of course, was a joke, since he was so powerful he could have thrown me off him like a wrestler throwing a teddy bear off the bed.)

“I said no nookie for YOU,” I scolded as I straddled him. “I didn’t say anything about no nookie for ME.”

I shifted my legs forward, angled my hips, feeling blindly for the right spot –

Oh God.

There.

His cock fit right between my lips – not entering me, but me sliding along his exposed length, grinding my clit against him.

“Fuck,” he breathed out as I wet him down with my juices.

I kept moving back and forth along the top half of his cock, still holding onto his wrists, still fake-pinning him down to the bed. My pajama top draped across the top of his chest, and I watched him hungrily eyeing my cleavage through the plunging V-neck.

“Don’t move,” I commanded him, and pulled my hands away.

He started to reach for my breasts –

“AH!” I scolded him, and put his hands back down on the bed.

Once he kept them there, I moved my hands down to his pajama bottoms and pulled down the waistline to his thighs – exposing his entire cock.

I put my hands back over his wrists and started sliding up the entire length of that hard, thick shaft. Back and forth, my hips moving like I was dancing slowly, seductively, all the time wetting him down from the head to his balls.

He was starting to breathe heavier now.

I shifted as far forward as I could until I felt the blunt tip of his head… positioned myself over it carefully… and plunged down on it in one, fluid stroke.

I still only got halfway down his cock, he was so long and thick.

I cried out in ecstasy. It was heaven having him inside me.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed as I rocked my hips, slowly easing more and more of him inside me.

God, I was so wet.

And GOD he felt so good.

Once he was all the way in, I began to slide higher up, letting more of him outside of me before I plunged back down. All the while I held onto his wrists, ‘pinning’ him to the bed.

He started to raise his hips to thrust into me –

“NO,” I said, and stopped altogether.

He just stared up at me, grinned, and let his body settle back down on the bed.

“Good,” I murmured as I started riding him again, using him for my pleasure, completely unconcerned about his.

Every so often I would stop and grind against him, feeling his cock press inside me in the most delicious places. A couple of times I moved my hand down and played with my clit while I moved up and down on him, rubbing myself, heightening my pleasure.

He just lay there watching, his face filled with tortured lust.

Finally I could feel the energy building, and I went for it, bobbing up and down on his cock as hard as I could. But I couldn’t do it as hard as he could – couldn’t do it as forcefully.

“Fuck me,” I said, my eyes closed as I tried to get to my orgasm.

“Ohhhh, NOW you want me to – ”

I opened my eyes like a woman possessed and flat-out ordered him, “FUCK ME!”

He didn’t waste any more time kidding around. Instead he grabbed my waist, raised his hips, and started thrusting into me triple-time, way faster than I had been – and harder.

“OH GOD,” I cried out, my eyes closing in ecstasy, as I felt him taking me up, up, up the wave.

He was like a beast, his face intent, his eyes wild as he fucked me, harder, faster, deeper.

My whole body was on fire. I was losing control.

“Oh my fucking OH MY GOD – ”

I screamed, a woman drowning in pleasure, swept away on an ocean wave that crashed down on me, through me, from my toes to the top of my head.

But Connor didn’t stop. He kept pounding, thrusting, so good, so thick, so deep –

“Connor – oh my God – w– wa– ”

I wanted to tell him to wait, to stop, that it was too much, too intense – but nothing intelligible came out. Just a jumble of sounds strangled by ecstasy. Suddenly I was coming again, a separate wave of contractions that began just as the first one started to die out. I screamed my fool head off.

That was what pushed him over the edge. He bellowed just as loud as me, though not nearly as long. I felt him spasm again and again inside me, rapidfire contractions, eight or nine within just a few seconds. He gradually slowed, his strokes lessening in speed and intensity, until he stopped. I could still feel the occasional pulse of his cock, tiny aftershocks of his orgasm, as my own contractions ebbed away.

I collapsed on his chest, both of us panting.

“So,” he joked. “You still don’t want sex?”

“Nope,” I said resolutely.

“Then what was that?”

“Me taking what I wanted.”

“If that was you getting what you wanted,” he said happily, “please – take what you want, anytime you want it.”

“I think I will,” I said, then kissed him slow and deep.