Billionaire Daddy's Virgin

by Bella Love-Wins

  When they were inside, she pulled him away from the door and stepped back into the adjacent wall. Her body met the wall so quickly, he heard the back of her head hit it and bounce forward.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, reaching behind her to cradle her head.

  “I’m great. I want you so bad.”

  He would have checked it out to make sure—it hit pretty hard—but her lips were already on his. The moment for stopping this wild ride was long past. Her slender arms wrapped and tightened around him, nearly driving the air from his lungs.

  “I can’t wait, Andrew. I need you.”

  Her voice was like kindling to a small flame. He groaned, and ground his already erect cock into her yielding stomach. Abby writhed at the feel of his hardness and stopped for a moment, looking around like she had no idea how they had gotten to his suite. They were in his living room, but she looked like she had no idea how they made it there.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Perfect,” she answered, furiously undoing his belt and then unzipping his fly. She looked up, smiling seductively at him. “I’m ready for the real dessert.”

  “Mmmmm,” he moaned, reaching for the back of her dress. He undid her zipper from below the nape of her neck, all the way down to her pelvic bone. “I’ve got a bed in one of the next rooms over there.” He turned his head slightly and motioned with his chin.

  Her eyes pierced his as she pulled her dress off her shoulders. She tugged it down past her hips and took her panties with it. They crumpled at her feet. She let out a sexy growl, cutting off his idea while he pulled his eyes away from her stare to admire her gorgeous body. She unsnapped the back of her bra and let it fall off her shoulders.

  “No. Here against the wall. Rough. Dirty. Hot.”

  He couldn’t argue with that logic. “Okay.” he gave in. He was more than willing to yield to her desires.

  He reached up and took her cheeks in his palms, lowering his mouth back down to hers. He sealed his lips to hers, building friction by rubbing them across his own. His hands shifted to the back of her neck again, cradling her head with tenderness, tilting it up and swirling his tongue within her mouth. They both groaned, pressing their bodies closer together.

  Her hands dropped back to the sides of his undone waistband and deftly pushed them down until his pants fell to the floor around his shoes. He growled into her mouth as she snaked her hands into his boxers and grasped his cock.

  “Oh God, Abby.”

  Her talented hands pumped him with a mix of grace and intensity. It was all he could do, to let his large hands fall to her ass and lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her unrelenting fingers into his back as she held on. His hands clung desperately on her ass cheeks as he pressed her against the wall this time.

  He crouched down slightly, grabbed her ankles with one hand and held her aloft to work his boxers down his legs. The cool blast of air conditioning on his hot, hard member had him ready to let out another growl into her ear. It was a shocking boost to his arousal.

  He maneuvered her back down to his rock hard cock as she kissed his neck hungrily. Every touch of her lips made him salivate at the thought of being inside her. Soon, very soon. When he stood back upright, locking her tiny ankles behind his hips, he claimed her mouth in a searing, passionate kiss. Moaning into her mouth, his body shuddered as her own sultry moans echoed back down his throat.

  She pulled out of the kiss and tipped her head down to watch as he drove his cock into her warm, wet, hot channel. It was both stimulating and inspiring as his mind entered the next world. No wonder men had written poetry and died over this. She opened softly, like a flower—a morning glory before the rising sun. Her channel was already prepared; ready and wet.

  He pulled out almost the whole way and re-entered her only a bit, just barely breaching the ring of her soft muscles as they tightened around his shaft. He flexed his knees and thrust inside again. She rotated her pelvis as he did, changing the angle, and allowing him a greater and more fulfilling space to occupy.

  “Andrew…,” she whimpered.

  He pulled back halfway within her soft, tight folds, loving her reaction as she bucked her hips wildly. His thick cock stroked her inner walls. It felt totally foreign to all the other times they had made love. Things got better with time. She was a perfect fit for his body.

  “Oh, fuck!” She cried out. He jolted at the abruptness of her words. He was usually so much more aware of when she was about to come, and this time, she fluttered and contracted against his hardness in a thoroughly new way. God, she felt amazing. He tried to stay in control but couldn’t—as he pulled his cock back out and slammed it inside her twice, his will gave way. He came. She relaxed her back and loosened her hold on his waist when he flooded her womb.

  He lowered his head to her shoulder, letting the pleasure take hold of his body, but keeping her safely pinned against the wall. Abby may have been satiated a minute ago, but she was ready to go again. He saw her shoulders brace against on the wall behind her, pushing herself back for added friction.

  His body responded quickly to her motions. She gripped onto him again and rocked her hips on his almost ready cock; helping him along, he gathered. It was gentle, just enough to get them both aroused again. He loved that she wasn’t the passive type, and took such an energetic role during their erotic play. He felt her knees spread wider. It intensified the contact between his lower stomach and her clit. And enough to bring him back to a full erection.

  He worked a hand under her ass and half supported her. With the other hand, he collected her wrists from his shoulders and lifted them over her head, pinning her to the wall. This action lifted her breasts within reach of his mouth. He loved every inch of her body, and moaned as his tongue made contact with her nipples. He circled each one and nipped teasingly at each peak. She groaned and seemed to wriggle her wrists for more control. This time, he wasn’t ready to let her have her way.

  “Trust me, Abby,” he whispered. “I’ll take good care of your sweet, hot pussy.”

  With his cock repeatedly burying into her, and his lips tugging on her breast, he was dangerously close to coming again. If she didn’t find her orgasm soon, he was going to come way too fast. Far too fast.

  He knew he had hung in there just long enough when she lifted her hips, pushed her clit up against him, and ground her mound down the base of his cock. Her channel fluttered and soaked his cock. The sensation was so powerful, he jolted for one more deep lunge and filled her completely with his release. He hung on to her, and she to him, joined so deeply, he couldn’t feel where he ended and she began.

  Their session against the wall was not meant to end there, it seemed. After a few minutes, he felt her take his ear between her lips and her hips writhed on him again.

  “More,” she whispered, so softly he almost didn’t hear her.

  He released her arms and licked a trail up her throat, relishing her taste as he let his arousal build up again. His balls and upper thighs were dripping with their joint releases by then, and the air conditioned environment cooled him there, making him feel the sharp contrast to his hot cock inside her. She bit on his ear lobes playfully, and his cock stood at attention inside her in no time.

  He was grateful for her slender frame, and his attention to fitness over the years. His bad knee would have given way minutes ago against that wall if things were different. He quickened his pace with the thought, pounding into her welcoming pussy as she begged him to fuck her harder. He forced himself to relax the muscles in that leg, shifting his weight to the other, and gaining a whole new angle in which to impale this beautiful creature in his arms.

  “My clit is so swollen, Andrew. It’s throbbing for you. I’m gonna come again, baby…”

  Her climax was music to his ears and soon his own followed as her moans pushed him over the edge for a third time. As he concluded his assault, her orgasm seemed to reach a new summit. He erupted, wildly pounding her ass into the wall.
She shrieked so loud, he was certain if anyone was passing by their door now, they would hear. It didn’t matter at all to him. He loved her cries of pleasure, and the sounds of slapping flesh surrounding them as he finished.

  She pressed her cheek to his and smiled. “Sorry,” she said between pants.

  “For what?”

  She looked down between their bodies. “I was the one who begged for rough and dirty, wasn’t I?”

  He laughed as he carried her to bed. She never failed to surprise him.

  Chapter 6

  ABBY woke up in the middle of the night. Andrew was asleep, resting peacefully. She got up and went to the bathroom. What the hell is happening to me? She smiled as she asked herself the rhetorical question. Something about the man sleeping in that bed turned her into a person she did not know. She loved it. His touch alone made her shiver. In fact he didn’t even need to touch her and she was needy and hyper-aroused around him.

  In a matter of days, she had gone from being able to do without sex for months and months, to wanting him almost every waking moment. She smiled at the thought. She had become a raging animal chock-full of sexual need, and now, she wasn’t sure she could do without their physical closeness.

  When she and the others had driven back to San Francisco, she knew she would miss him. But back then—and that then was only twenty-four hours ago—she was certain she could survive at least a few weeks without him. She imagined they would text each other, send each other emails, talk on the phone, maybe even a bit of phone sex and a few sexting rendezvous episodes, so the weeks could go by between visits. After tonight, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

  She enjoyed his company, even without the sex. Her mind and body were bonding to Andrew at their deepest levels. She hoped he felt the same way. She had a strong sense that he did, after all he did ask her to be his. She felt it in her heart; she was his. There was just still so much more she wanted to learn about him, and to share with him about herself. That was one of the things about moving quickly and having such a strong physical attraction to each other—there was never enough time to talk.

  She considered the possibility of forcing a longer separation the next time they were apart. He would eventually go back to Lake Tahoe, and she had her placements that were starting the next week. Maybe she could ask him to wait a couple weeks before they saw each other again. That time apart might be good for the both of them. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I can do without him for two weeks. She sighed, wondering if that was a bad thing after all.

  She wouldn’t dare mention the ‘L’ word. Deep down, she already loved him. Still, she was happy to wait until that word came from his lips first. It was one of the pieces of sage advice Abby’s mother had given her in her final days. Thinking back, she remembered rolling her eyes when her mom doled out her wisdom about love and romance. Mom had told Abby that she would just know when it was the right guy. He would pursue her. He would protect her. Her mother said the pursuit was the only way for a woman to be sure a man had serious intentions. And she also told her the man had to say that word first.

  It was funny; not only did Abby roll her eyes, she had also told her mother that premise of love sounded antiquated, sexist and not fit for a woman in the 21st century. Her mother had shaken her head weakly, and told Abby, “You’ll see I’m right, and you’ll have to take back all your doubtful words, Abby. But by then, I’ll be gone.

  A wonton tear fell from Abby’s eyes as she looked at herself in Andrew’s bathroom mirror. Her mother was right. That time had come, and was playing out with Andrew, just as her mother had told her. She washed her face and dried it off on a hand towel, before going back to bed. She silently wished her mother could be there so she could tell her she had been right. Letting out a labored breath, she headed back to bed.

  Andrew was still asleep when she climbed in under the sheets beside him. As he had mentioned he was a light sleeper, and probably needed the rest, she didn’t wake him. Instead, she looked at his sharp, handsome features in the dim light coming in from outside. His eyes rolled under his eyelids. He was in REM sleep, and probably dreaming. She closed her eyes as her tiredness came over her, and slept.

  ANDREW turned in his sleep. He remembered Abby was beside him. It had been so long since he had had a ruinous nightmare. He wasn’t sure how long it would last before the next one came, but he was grateful for every day that passed. He remembered the last one he had. It was so vivid, he had sat up in bed, opened his eyes, and felt he was still living through it. His body had been shivering from a cold sweat, and his throat was raspy and almost hoarse from screaming Emma’s name.

  If ever there was a time for these nightmares to end, it was now. He couldn’t bear the thought of having Abby even conceive of the pain those dreams produced. He briefly considered seeing a therapist again. Now that some time had passed. He would be around Abby a lot; he could try again. It was a much better proposition, to deal with it proactively instead of forcing some of the grief on to Abby. She didn’t need it, she didn’t deserve it, and she had her own problems to bear, as far as he was concerned.

  He got up and went to the bathroom. Abby was still asleep when he came back. He crawled in to bed on his side, kissed her forehead, and settled in. They both had things to do the next day, so he did not disturb her restful sleep. He lay on his back with his arms folded under his head. He looked up at the ceiling. He wasn’t tired enough. He tried to relax, willing himself to not have a nightmare while Abby slept in his bed.

  It was sure to become one of those self-fulfilling prophecies. Whenever he wished so hard for the nightmares not to come, that was exactly when they would. He decided if he had to, he would stay up the rest of the night. His mind drifted to one of the more difficult memories. Like most people who’ve been to trauma, there was a part of the mind that seemed to block out some of the worst elements of the trauma, simply to protect the person from truly reliving the experience. It was no different for him.

  No matter what point the dream started at, it would always end the same way, and it would always block out the most violent milliseconds. It would end where his attention shifted from bewilderment over his bleeding, near-severed arm. The reel of his mind would seem to race forward to where he was screaming, demanding that the paramedic help Emma and the other driver, instead of him.

  My arm can wait! I don’t need an arm! Save her! Do something about Emma! He would shout at the paramedic. But in his dream, it always felt as though they couldn’t hear him, like he had lost his voice. They only attended to him, as though Emma and the other driver were invisible. And he would wake up screaming her name as he saw the life drain out of her.

  Sometimes, the dream would be his complete fixation on the blood as it dripped out of his arm, and the dangling flesh that hung below his elbow. That crimson pool that spread out on the ice beneath his feet; it would leave him dazed and paralyzed. Thinking back to the actual event, he had been mesmerized by his arm for way too long. As far as he was concerned, that loss of time was what caused two fatalities that night.

  This is why he didn’t care when the outside world wanted to place the blame squarely on his shoulders. In fact, he went along with it. He believed them; he agreed with them. It was all his fault, and that was something that he would never be able to shirk. No therapy could be that good, to make him feel it was an accident and his shock was legitimate. His state of shock after that accident killed two people. He would never stop blaming himself for it.

  He got out of bed and threw a robe on before heading to the kitchen for something to drink. He was so angry at himself. Why? He asked inwardly again. He could drop to his knees with his fists to the heavens right there in the kitchen. He could swear and hit something too, except Abby was in the next room. He had to pull it together for her. After his drink, he walked to the guest room at the other end of his hotel suite. He was sure the nightmares would come. After letting this wayward line of thinking go rampant for so long tonight, there was no way h
e was going to have one beside Abby.

  Chapter 7

  ANDREW woke up at the crack of dawn. He could barely sleep the rest of the night. His restless mind and body tossed and turned for hours. He woke up in a cold sweat twice before. Sighing heavily, he put his robe back on. He went back to his room to wake Abby. She was sitting up, reading messages on her phone when he walked back into the room.

  “Good morning,” she said as she stretched.

  “Good morning, Abby. Had a nice sleep?”

  “Excellent,” she answered. “How about you?”

  He hesitated. “Not too bad.”

  “Do you have trouble sleeping a lot?” She asked, getting off the bed to snuggle in his arms.

  He stiffened up for a split second. The woman was direct. He didn’t know how to answer, without getting into the details of Emma.

  “Sometimes,” he answered briefly.

  She looked up at him, and caressed the side of his face with one hand. “I’m a good listener, you know? You can tell me anything. Remember, I may be young, but I’ve seen a lot. And I know firsthand that sometimes, it feels better after you share.”

  He held her close, but didn’t reply. He wasn’t ready. Still, he was glad for her effort.

  “Are you hungry?” He finally mustered.

  “Starving,” she answered pulling away gently. “But you know what I need more?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Two things, really. I’ll let you in on the first one.”

  “And what might that be?”

  He pushed the robe off his shoulders. “First, a heaping dose of Andrew all over me.”

  He smiled, letting the robe fall. He gathered her in his arms and fell back into bed with her, holding her firmly so she wouldn’t get hurt on the way down. She pulled at him so he would roll on top. He did. Abby stretched out, opening her legs as his fingers danced across her face. She was naked underneath him. A morning quickie—that was what she wanted. And this morning, he was ready to deliver.