Possess Me_A Billionaire Romance

by TN King

  A moment of silence reigned in the kitchen behind her, the sound of clattering pans and dishes filling the apartment only moments before Morgan’s, “fuck!” could be yelled.

  He was quick, his longer legs making short work of the distance as he strode into the room right behind her, his body sliding up against her back. “You know I have to leave,” he warned, but he was pushing her back anyways, shoving her onto the bed behind her even as he began ripping the clothes from his own body so he could match her with his bare hot skin.

  “This won’t take long,” she demurred, spreading her legs wide on the bed and lifting her hips suggestively. She just had to have him ‒ one last time ‒ before he left. Needed to. Her body was still aching and humming, she wasn’t lying about the time frame.

  “I think I’ve created a monster,” he groaned with a smirk, his hands lifting to close around those spread thighs of hers. He tensed his fingers, jerking her down the bed and pulling her just to the edge where his hips were waiting. He was already level, his cock pressing against her entrance the moment that he got her down there, and her slick folds were only too willing to pull him in.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back as he slid inside of her, pushing against her pelvis as if in an attempt to go even deeper.

  “Yessss,” she agreed, throwing her head back too, her thighs tensing and flexing around his hips. She only wanted to enjoy the feel of him inside of her again, only wanted to feel him at all, pulsing in and out of her and stoking the both of their needs to the breaking point.

  It was quick, just like she’d promised, the both of them climaxing on top of each other after mere minutes of falling back into that bed, but it was exactly what she’d wanted, her hips lifting into his so she could lift herself to kiss him as he slumped down spent on top of her. She didn’t want to let him go before that, she wanted him thinking about this and last night the entire time, he was gone, urging him back to her.

  Morgan

  He hadn’t expected for Ellie to evolve so quickly, from demure and shy to vibrantly demanding. His sex kitten. She’d only just woken up and had already been ready for him again, needing no foreplay to get her as wet and hot as he needed her. She’d given all of herself to him… and she’d also given her trust to him. He would never forget the night before. He couldn’t erase the image of her kneeling, stripped bare, and submissive before him with her wrists lifted.

  He’d made all kinds of deals over the years, had all kinds of women in all kinds of ways. But never, ever, had he felt more powerful than when she’d surprised the shit out of him by just giving herself over like that. The way she had stunned him was astonishing in and of itself, but how she’d done it… She’d understood it completely and submitted immediately, without question.

  If he’d thought that he loved her before that, he’d been mistaken greatly. Or at least had underestimated it. He hadn’t been lying with what he told her, she did fit him more than perfectly. He’d been so afraid on the way over that she would turn him down, that she wouldn’t actually be as interested in what he was, as much as he thought. He knew during their dates though, that she had wanted him too, could tell that she was getting ready. He’d just decided to try starting with a little silk tie submission, to see how she adapted. He just hadn’t expected that for her first time she would be so willing and so natural. Perfect. She fit him perfectly, making his love for her just that much easier.

  He wanted so much more now, more plans for the future, a list playing in the background of his mind at all times now. All of the different heights he would take her to, all of the different things he would get to do to her as well. It helped that he got off on her getting off, making it just that much easier for him. He knew for sure now, that he would never be able to get his fill of her. And now he didn’t want to. He wanted to feel her in his arms as much as possible, and he knew now that being away from her would drive him more than crazy.

  He couldn’t do it—he’d learned his lesson.

  It was how he knew just how much he’d be missing her, her body, and her sweet face, while he was back in New York- but he knew that it would only motivate him to finish up more quickly and come back to her. He smiled at her, watching the look on her face, his whole heart warming at the sight beneath him.

  He shifted again, bringing her wrists together up above her head and holding them down with one hand. His smile broadened, face dipping down to hers and his lips brushing along the edge of hers. “I’m going to miss you,” he groaned, pressing his lips even further.

  Ellie’s expression softened further, as she gazed up at him. “Me too,” she acknowledged, arching her back and sighing, a soft smile on her face.

  She felt so good, already full of his cum—his still hardened cock pressing slowly in and out of her even more unrushed then. He lifted his hand, pushing her hair back from her face and using his other hand to reach into the space between her back and the bed with the way she was now arched, fingers closing around her ass and helping better guide her along his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he ground out, the groan escaping his lips. He could feel Ellie’s inner muscles begin to pulse and tighten around his swollen cock, forcing his hips to start to push faster into her with harder pressure.

  “Oh, my god,” she groaned, her whole body lifting up off of the bed. “I’m gonna come,” she breathed out, hips seizing beneath him.

  “That’s it,” he urged, his heartrate accelerating, as he, too tensed. “Come for me, baby.” He groaned, pushing his hips into her deliberately.

  “Ohhhh, God!” she exclaimed, bringing her hips up to meet his thrusts and pushing herself even further over the edge.

  “Yeah, just like that,” he panted, his body falling into hers.

  “Oh!” She threw her head back, her eyes closing and her body twitching.

  Morgan couldn’t stop, gazing down at her as she came on his dick- He loved watching her as he made her climax on him, it was always just a half step ahead of him coming hard and intensely inside of her.

  Which is exactly what was happening, his body seizing harder and harder as she came down.

  He groaned, burying his head into the space between her neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of her cherry blossom shampoo as he gave over. Fully over—his own climax washing hotly over him. She was still clenching at him, whimpering beneath him like she often did with a really powerful orgasm. His face pushed more firmly, smiling into her skin. How could he not adore her? How could he not give in?

  They stayed there as he came, the both of them laying there for long seconds before either one of them moved at all. Finally, Morgan shifted, slipping out of her and rolling onto his back on the bed, his hand pressing softly into her thigh loathe to let go of her completely. “No time for breakfast now,” he said with a chuckle, his back sinking further into the mattress.

  Her giggle was soft, hand pressing into the top of his hand and smiling back at him. “I don’t know about you…” She sighed from where she laid, also on her back. “But I feel satisfied enough.” She laughed outright. Her body shifted, rolling in further towards him.

  His laugh was soft then, turning to face her as well. “I really have created a monster,” he chuckled into her lips, signing out against them. “A beautiful, irresistible monster,” he finished into the skin of her lips, lowering his head further and kissing her long and deep. Taking advantage of it, as it would have to stretch to last him a day or two. When he pulled back, he sighed again, resting his forehead against hers gently. God, he really did love her. More than he would ever be able to describe. “And now, sweet monster,” he said with another slight chuckle as he rolled away from her this time. “It’s time for me to go.”

  He moved over the side of the bed, standing up and heading for the shower that he was going to have to rush through. He was on a strict time frame, and now he was going to be rushing warp speed in order to get back to New York in time for the big acquisition meeting at the Hunt Industries headquarters, but h
e couldn’t even bother to flinch from it. All he felt was happy.

  Ellie

  She hated seeing Morgan leaving, her heart sinking in her chest, but somehow simultaneously she felt a tinge of excitement as his back disappeared out of her door. She knew, now, that her anticipation at seeing him again would only serve to build over the next couple of days until he finally came back. And she definitely knew now, that because of it the sex would be amazing. But she was also amazed to realize she didn’t fear him not coming back now. This was their new start, brand new, and he seemed to have finally faced the fact that he loved her and embraced it. She still hadn’t told him that she loved him, but she knew that she did. Maybe she would finally just manage to blurt it out one night, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to plan it. Impulsive, after all, was what he’d always coined her as. And he was right, she thought with a smile to herself, it always seemed to pay off big at least.

  She glanced at the clock on the wall with another smile, shocked to see she only had twenty minutes to get to the one class she had yet to have started this semester.

  “Crap,” she cursed, pulling her outfit more solidly in place on her person. She grabbed up her books, her phone shoved hard down into the pocket of her jeans as she rushed towards the door. “Crap, crap, crap,” she breathed, hurrying out of the door and near having to spin in place in order to lock her door behind her. She’d almost forgotten.

  She was more than glad for the elevator ride to get herself set up on the way as well, juggling things so that she was ready to go by the time she started her walk. College campus was only a brisk ten minute walk from her apartment, which meant that she had stopped driving there after the first few days because parking was too tricky for her to want to deal with. She enjoyed walking anyways, especially knowing it would be fall soon and the days would be cooling off to the temperature she preferred.

  She was briskly walking, almost jogging, down the path to the Arts and Sciences building with determination. Almost wanted to run, digging around in her pocket for her cell phone so that she could check the time as she went. She only had five minutes to get to her chemistry class then. Fuck. She jiggled her books around, trying to get her phone back into her jeans pocket without dropping anything, and neglecting the rest of her surroundings too entirely as she went- causing her to run smack into someone, jolting both her, and she was sure, his body in the process.

  She bit back her curse, books dropping all around her feet as she came to a stuttering halt. “Oh my god, oh no. I’m so sorry,” she rushed, lifting her gaze off of her books and up to the serious looking man with glasses she had nearly bowled over. “Are you okay?” she asked concernedly, her eyebrows furrowing.

  The man adjusted his stance, giving her a stern look over his glasses and brushing his beard off before going to dust his brown tweed jacket off. “I seem to be fine,” he said brusquely, not even offering to help her pick up her books as she dropped to her knees, scurrying around and trying to gather them up in her hands quickly. He looked down at her, adjusting his pants, and shaking his head before turning to go on his way.

  She was in far too much of a hurry to care about his lack of manners though, brushing it off and gathering her things up haphazardly in her arms. She had to almost run to her class now, her worry eating away at her. This was actually going to be her first day in this class because of her switching from the other chemistry class she had started out in. One she had liked well enough, but it had conflicted too much with her work schedule to be sustainable. So she’d switched, and this class offered mornings, so she could still do her night shifts at the diner after, as she needed to, as was the case tonight. She hadn’t forgotten that she had promised Joanna she would pick up a shift tonight. Which meant that she was extra rushed.

  She almost stumbled into the lecture hall, collecting herself further and slinking to the first free seat that she could find. It was only as she adjusted her books on the desk and looked up that she was forced to realize that the serious looking man that she’d bumped into was the class instructor. Shit! Way to go Ellie. You’re sure to make an F in this class now. She sighed, sinking into her chair and crossing her ankles under the desk. At least she wasn’t late on top of the accident that would have been absolutely awful.

  She tried to ignore it and brush off the incident, maybe he wouldn’t even see her today, there were certainly plenty of other students for him to focus on. Though of course, as she was hoping for this, as soon as he looked up he saw her. He made direct eye contact and everything, eyes narrowing and forcing her to squirm in her seat. Damnit. It was so startling that Ellie shifted again, reluctantly lifting her hand to wave with an embarrassed smile.

  He cleared his throat, shaking his head and looking away from her as he again adjusted his pants. Seemingly irritated even with seeing her. But he went to the podium, standing in front of it and getting his own things ready before looking up with a stern gaze. “Before getting started,” he began seriously, looking around the class at large, “I see a few new faces today, as can be expected this first week of school. So I will reintroduce myself. I am Professor Richard Hillborn, your instructor for this course. I have a PhD in organic chemistry with an emphasis on biological chemistry. I have taught here at the University of Pennsylvania for over twenty years, but please, don’t let that intimidate you. I’m actually a really nice guy,” he said, forcing a smile onto the end of his words.

  Ellie cringed, both from the dry speech, and the creepy smile offered with it. Crap. She was terrible with formulas, at least she had been in high school. She hoped, at the very least, she could squeak by with a C in the class so as not to damage her scholarship. Maybe she could even talk to Professor Hillborn and see if he would let her do some extra credit ahead of time since she already knew that she was going to need it. She forced the negativity aside, shaking her head, so she could focus on him as he began his lecture.

  He went off drily for a few minutes before finding his stride, talking about human hormones and what they dubbed romantic feelings. Ellie moved a bit in her seat at that point, stifling a smile. She’d experienced plenty of those this morning, but the more he talked the closer attention she found herself paying to him. By thirty minutes into his lecture, she was completely fascinated, taking random notes and listening with rapt attention. It wasn’t all the boring formulas she ‘d been expecting.

  “If hormones are responsible for men wanting women, are men truly responsible for their own actions?” he summarized the paragraph he had been reading, looking up at the class in question, as if he actually expected an answer.

  Ellie stifled another smile as her mind wandered once more, flashing back to the night before with Morgan. Hormones? No, him mastering her… yes. She thought with a curl of desire even deeper in her abdomen.

  She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the throat clearing at the front of the room though, her gaze jerking up from where she had looked down at her notes up to the podium once more, only to find Professor Hillborn staring right at her.

  “Something you want to share, Miss...” Professor Hillborn trailed off, glancing down at the roll before looking back up, “White?” His voice sounded even more dry than it had moments before, narrowed eyes calling her out.

  “Uh. N-no,” she stammered, squirming in her seat under his scrutiny. And with it, all of the class’ eyes on her as well. All looking at her while he called her out. She swallowed hard, berating herself for causing dual negative attention on herself in her very first class. “Sorry. I was just thinking about something—else,” she blurted, sinking lower in her seat as if she could actually hide.

  “Please, do try to pay attention,” he said sternly, looking at her over his glasses for a moment before obviously dismissing her again. “This could prove to be very useful information,” he finished, waving his hand and turning back to the class to continue his lecture.

  Ellie almost sighed again, biting her lip and trying to calm the raging, red blush tha
t now burned her cheekbones. Called out on the first day of class… she’d never live that, on top of running into him outside of the class, down. She could almost see what she had been hoping to be a possible C turn into a sure F before her very eyes. She kept her head down, listening only to the professor speak, for the rest of the lecture. Hoping just to make it to the end of the class without drawing any more attention to herself. Something she, thankfully, succeeded with.

  The lecture ended finally, feeling like it had drug on after her reprisal in class, and she grabbed her things up, shoving them within her arms and attempting to sneak out before Professor Hillborn could see her again.

  But as seemed to be her luck in this class, such a wish failed.

  “Ms. White!” the professor called out after her, claiming her attention and holding her back as the rest of the students filed out around her.

  She stopped walking dead in her tracks, sighing before she looked back over her shoulder. Professor Hillborn still stood at the podium, leaning against it with what looked to be her cell phone in one of his hands. As if she couldn’t help it, she dropped her hand, immediately feeling her pockets to see if it was there, but of course it wasn’t. She stifled another sigh, walking down the aisles towards him with care not to trip over any of the chair or desk legs.

  “How did you get my phone?” she asked worriedly as she stopped before him.

  Hillborn looked down at her from behind his glasses, peering at her unimpressed. “You bumped into me, remember?” he asked blandly. “It fell out of your pocket when you bent to retrieve your things,” he said with a shrug, handing it back to her as if it were nothing at all.