Caught On Tape_A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Natalie Knight

  I take one second to marvel at the perfect muscles of his chest, all of them so ripped and toned that Blake could be a model and not a painter, and then I take my mouth to his nipple.

  The moment my mouth touches his skin, he starts flicking his wrist, his finger moving in and out of me at a frantic pace. He fingers me to the point of exhaustion, my fluids dripping down my thighs and pooling on the leather under me.

  “Fuck me, fuck me now,” I blurt out suddenly, needing him inside of me as much as I need the air to breathe.

  “You’re in a hurry,” he chuckles, still fingering me so hard that it’s a miracle my brain can process the meaning behind his words.

  “Oh, you bet I’m in a hurry,” I continue, my hands darting to his belt and unbuckling it. My trembling fingers grab the hem of his pants and I pull, his zipper going down by itself in a flash. Turning my wrist around, I flatten my hand against his hard cock and then grab it, moving my hand up and down and stroking him over the fabric of his boxer briefs.

  I do it for a few seconds, but then he slides one more finger inside of me and I just stop completely, my insides burning up as a sudden wave of ecstasy crashes against both my mind and body at the same time.

  “Well, if you’re in a hurry…” He whispers, leaning into me and dropping the words right against my ear. I moan as he slides his fingers out of my pussy, and then I grit my teeth and summon whatever’s strength there’s in me.

  Moving quickly, I push his pants and boxers down his legs, and he sits up on the couch afterward. He kicks off his shoes, and then steps out of his pants and boxers, standing up and towering over me in all his nakedness.

  He bends over, grabbing the bunched up dress, and pulls it down my body in a hurry. He throws it on top of his clothes, and then grabs the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and pulls on it harshly, ripping it out of me.

  “Much better,” he says, his eyes going straight to the wet patch of skin between my thighs. He offers me his hand and pulls me up to my feet. Then he forces me to turn around, and I place my legs back on the couch, baring my ass to him.

  I gasp as he smacks me hard, no warning at all. He lays his hand heavily against my ass cheeks, and then he does it again and again, hard enough to leave a red mark on my skin. A perfect memento of everything we’re doing. He does it until the pain turns into pleasure, my brain melting and dissolving.

  Then, he trades the violence of his smacks by the gentleness of one finger, brushing it up and down the length of my crack. I close my eyes hard, anxious for what’s going to happen next, and that’s when he grabs his cock and pushes it down, pressing it right against my pussy.

  This time I don’t even wait for him to thrust – I do it myself, throwing my body back against him and impaling myself on his cock.

  One loud scream erupts from my mouth as his long inches stab me in a fraction of a second, pushing my inner walls back in such a way that I just know I’ll be sore afterwards. The good kind of sore.

  Grabbing my hips, he starts ramming his cock into me viciously right from the start.

  We’re making love, yes, but we’re also straight up fucking. And, God, that feels so wickedly good. There’s a raw intensity to his movements, and it’s in that intensity that you can peel off all the bullshit and find genuine emotion.

  Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one to my pussy and start rubbing my clit with two fingers. I do it until my fingers are working at the same rhythm of his cock, and it’s a matter of seconds until I explode.

  Clenching my teeth, I hiss wildly as my pussy tightens up around Blake’s shaft. Feeling me even tighter, he thrusts even harder, and that’s when a violent orgasm simply explodes inside of me.

  I fall forward, collapsing on top of the couch as his cock pops out of me suddenly. I’m kneeling on the floor, arms and head on the couch in front of me, and all of me is a quivering and trembling mess.

  My muscles are twitching and spasming as if I’ve just been hit by lightning, and even though my eyes are open I can’t see a thing. My brain is burning, and all of its attention is devoted to processing the barrage of pleasure filling me up.

  “God, this was – ”

  “Amazing,” Blake says, finishing my sentence. The sound of his voice somehow gives me renewed energy, and I force my eyelids open and turn around so that I’m facing him.

  I find his cock is right in front of me, thick and hard and glistening with my juices. By the time I realize what I’m doing, I’m already grabbing him by the root and leaning into him, my open mouth ready to devour him.

  I close my eyes the moment I feel the tip of his cock over my tongue. I push my mouth down, allowing his twelve inches to slide all the way inside me, and I only stop when I feel my lips against the smooth skin around the base of his huge shaft. That’s when I open my eyes again, and look up at him. I smile – or, well, I would if I didn’t have his cock between my lips – as I imagine the view he has now: me, on my knees, and his cock filling my mouth.

  I figure being a man is fun because of stuff like that.

  The urge to breathe becomes urgent enough for me to take his cock out of my mind; but, while I try and catch my breath, I keep on stroking him. My hand flies up and down his shaft so fast that my movements become a blur, and I can’t help but grin as I see him close his eyes, an expression of pleasure washing over his face.

  For a fraction of a second, I think of stroking him until he comes, forcing him to spray his seed all over me…but then I realize that I’m not ready for that – there’s so much more I want to do right now. It’d be a shame if we ended this too soon.

  I tug on his hand, urging him to go down. He arches one eyebrow, curious, but goes down to his knees all the same. When his knees touch the floor, I let go of his cock and jump up to my feet.

  Standing over him, I tangle my fingers on his hair and pull him into me. Knowing exactly what I want, he takes his mouth straight to my pussy, grabbing my ass cheeks with both his hands.

  He licks and sucks at a frenetic pace, digging his fingers into my flesh at the same time. I just stand there, eyes closed and head thrown back, savoring the pleasure he’s giving me. I swear, Blake knows how to use his mouth as much as he knows how to use his cock.

  Taking one step back, I lean into him and place my hands on his shoulders. Pushing him back, I force him to lay down on the floor, and then I act fast; I place both my feet on the side of his head, and then lower myself.

  “Fuck, you’re good,” he says, his voice loaded with hunger.

  “I am,” I grin, sitting on his face and making it impossible for him to reply. Swaying my hips back and forth, I bend over and reach for his cock, stroking him fast. Wanting to please him as much as he’s pleasing me right now, I take my mouth to his cock and gobble it up once more.

  We remain like that for what seems like an eternity, devouring each other as if tomorrow doesn’t exist. I suck him so hard that I’m actually surprised he still hasn’t come, but that’s for the best – it means we can still keep going. I can’t say the same for my myself, though. I’m on the verge of exploding again, another orgasm looming on the horizon of my mind.

  A violent urge to scream takes over me, and I slide his cock out of my mouth and just rest my hands on his ankles for support. He’s jabbing at me with his tongue, taking my pussy lips inside his mouth and licking them dry; at the same time, he’s spreading my ass cheeks wide, the tip of his fingers right on the edge of my ass crack.

  Wanting to go further, he starts caressing my ass while he licks me, moving one finger up and down my crack. He finally stops his finger over my ass hole, and my scream becomes more violent as he starts pushing it inside of me, overloading my brain with pleasure in such a way that I wouldn’t be surprised if I passed out anytime now.

  Somehow, I remain conscious as I finally come, a sudden wave of pleasure washing over me and sending all the thoughts in my mind into disarray. I’m not screaming anymore – my mouth is open, but th
ere isn’t any sound coming out of it. My vocal chords have given up on me, the muscles in my throat so spent that I don’t even know how I’m still breathing.

  Somehow, I manage to go up to my feet despite my trembling legs. I turn around, all while still on top of him, and then sit back down again – except this time I do it with his cock under me.

  “Still want more?” He teases me as I grab his cock.

  “Always,” I whisper, and then ease myself down, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I feel my insides stretching to accommodate his massive member.

  When all of his inches are inside of me, he bucks his hips fast and hard, and I do nothing as he fucks me. I just savor his body on mine, my fingers digging into his chest, while I gather the necessary strength to join him.

  I take a deep breath and, finally, start to rock my hips, moving them back and forth in a flowing motion while he keeps on thrusting. I do it as fast as he is thrusting, and my hands clawing on his chest hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.

  “That’s…that’s so good,” is all he says with a groan, grabbing my ass cheeks and urging me to go faster. And I do it, going as fast as he wants me to. The muscles in my legs feel like they’re burning, but I push through, bouncing up and down until both my mind and body simply quit on me.

  A powerful wave of ecstasy shakes me to my core, travelling from my nerve endings to my brain in the blink of an eye, and hitting me in full force. I scream so hard that I almost rupture my own eardrums, my blood boiling inside my veins.

  What I’m feeling right now is so intense that the world around me assumes a dreamlike state, making the colors brighter, and the sounds becoming more clear.

  But I’m not in a dream, and I know that because the pleasure I’m feeling is so raw and intense that it’d be impossible for this to be anything other than reality.

  “More,” I tell him when the strength returns to my vocal chords. “More,” I repeat, not even knowing what I mean by more. All I know is that I want it, and I want it right now.

  Climbing out of his body, I go on all fours right on the floor, wiggling my ass at him. He sits up, looking at me with an understanding look on his face.

  “You want more, you get more,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and his hands hook on my hips.

  I swallow hard as he runs one finger between my ass cheeks, and then takes it down all the way to my pussy. He slides it in, moving it back and forth for a while, and then pushes one more finger inside, preparing me for what I really want in there.

  “So good,” I moan as he fingers me, but then he just pulls his fingers out.

  “No…But I’ll show you what’s really good,” he says, grabbing his cock and pressing its tip against my pussy.

  A shiver goes through me as he does it, and my skin prickles in a fraction of a second. Then, he feeds one inch into my pussy, and I can’t help but to moan. By the time his cock is all inside of my pussy, my moans have turned into a barely audible whisper of pleasure.

  “Much better, isn’t it?” He asks me; I open my mouth to respond, but no sound comes out of it. Lucky for me, he doesn’t wait for a reply.

  Holding me by the hips, he starts to thrust, taking his time as he builds up the rhythm. His first thrusts are soft and gentle, but the fire in his movements starts growing and growing until he’s ravaging my pussy so fiercely that I just know there’ll be no avoiding the soreness.

  “So…fucking…good…” I moan, my vocal chords working again. My words only make him go harder and, at the same time, he takes one hand around my waist and presses down on my clit, rubbing it as fast as he’s thrusting.

  That raw violent energy starts to pool on my muscles, and they tense up like wire. My lungs strain against my ribcage, and my heart is pounding inside my chest so fiercely that it might burst any time soon.

  “Don’t stop, don’t –” I don’t even have the time to finish what I was saying. I go down from my hands into my elbows, and I press my forehead against the floor as a thermonuclear explosion goes off inside my brain.

  Every single thought in its wake is destroyed and, for a moment, I don’t even remember where I am or who I am. All I know is that what I’m feeling is so good I’ve probably died and went to heaven.

  He’s about to pull his cock out of me when I reach for him, curling my fingers around his wrist.

  “No,” I tell him, “all the way.”

  I don’t need to explain it to him. Without a word, he thrusts again, this time even faster than before. His movements are completely unhinged, and I know that right now it’s all about him.

  I thrust back at him, matching the motion of his body, and then I feel a violent spasm taking over his cock. It pulses viciously for a second or two, and then it simply comes inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he groans, drawling out the word as he stops moving, his cock buried all the way to the hilt. I stop moving as well, my eyes closed as I feel the spasms of his cock.

  We remain like that, frozen in time, for what seems like an eternity – but when he finally stops coming and pulls his cock out of me, I’m almost sad that it’s over.

  “Blake,” I say his name almost as if I wanted to hear the sound of my voice, eager to prove that this isn’t a dream. We sit on the touch together, my head resting on his chest, and I close my eyes as I try to catch my breath.

  Softly, he rests one hand on top of my head and laces his free arm on my waist. Holding me close, he keeps me pressed against his naked body as we both enjoy the silence, our bodies still exhausted.

  There’s no use denying it…I’m falling for Blake, and I’m falling hard.

  I’m trying to tell myself that’s not the case, but deep down I might be lying to myself. The way I feel right now – this closeness, this security –, it all points to something deeper than just physical attraction.

  Oh, it’s even silly to be talking about physical attraction now…that’s already a given. But knowing the way Blake sees me, looking through his eyes…that goes beyond the physical.

  Maybe I should run.

  After Dale, I can’t give my heart to anyone. Even if it’s to a man like Blake, a man that sees the real me. I just can’t do it. Sure, there’s this connection we have, but that makes this all the more dangerous. When Dale cheated on me, he left a vacant spot in my life. But if I surrender to Blake and he leaves…there’ll be a hole in my heart that no one will ever mend.

  But now’s not the time to think of that.

  Now I just want to…feel close to him.

  Blake

  Nothing can dampen my mood today, not even the rain I hear belting against my windows. The wind is grabbing the shutters and rattling them, threatening them, but they don’t give in.

  Storms have been raging all day.

  Nothing wrong with a good storm, storms in my opinion leave the world washed and refreshed. The air has a clean smell to it and world does look washed. Except for my windows. Rain tends to leave them looking a little streaked.

  I make a mental note to organize a window cleaner in the next few days, along with getting a new cleaner.

  Much to my disappointment, my cleaning lady informed me yesterday that she’s leaving.

  Camilla’s great. And I introduced Camilla to Katherine because I know the two will get along really well and most important of all, Katherine would not be jealous of Camilla.

  It’s not that my housekeeper wasn’t attractive. She is, and probably more so back in her day. At fifty-four, she’s still a stunner, just not someone I would be getting involved with. But now, she’s leaving. She’d said something about her daughter needing her to babysit.

  I put domestic thoughts aside. Camilla will still be here for another month. Maybe she’ll be able to help me get a replacement.

  I stroll into my studio to look at my collection of new paintings and I smile. I like them, no, I love them. They are better than anything I have created before. Ever.

  Part of me wants to call Kathe
rine and get her to come and look at them. I really would want her to be the first person to see them, but that would go against my plan.

  I’ve come up with a special way to thank her. I owe her a lot, after all. I know she would not agree and she probably does not even realize how huge a role she’s been playing in my creative genius coming back to life.

  Before I make the call, I grab a pen and paper to make a list. I walk from painting to painting, jotting down possible titles, background notes and random twirls and doodles.

  Sometimes I think well in pictures and not so well in words.

  Words. It strikes me as almost an omen how right we are for each other. Katherine, a writer and me, an artist. We are meant to be together.

  After I’ve completed my list, I gather the works of art carefully and gingerly. I handle my pictures the way a mother cradles her baby. In a way, they are my babies.

  I need to make sure Katherine does not see these next time she comes over.

  It’s a great feeling knowing Katherine can just come and go as she pleases since I gave her a key to my place the other day.

  Her face was priceless, a mixture between overwrought, disbelief and pride.

  It is a big thing for me too. I’ve never given anyone else a key to my apartment.

  And not just the key, I made sure to select a special key ring to go with it. I wanted her to think of me each and every time the key was within her sight.

  It took an enormous amount of time. Silly really, but when I get an idea into my head I need to see it through.

  When I didn’t find anything close enough to what I had in mind at the local shops, I consulted the mighty World Wide Web. I wanted a painter palette and canvass. Eventually, several hours later, I found one in sterling silver.

  I ordered it instantly. I didn’t even flinch when the order form confirmed I had just paid two hundred and eighty-five dollars for a key ring.

  And of course I had been rewarded several times over when i gave it to her.