Big Bad Billionaires [Volume 2]

by Naughty Aphrodite

Deftly, he pulls my dress up and off, tossing it in the same direction that his tie went. And suddenly there I am in nothing but my bra, panties, and stilettos. James looks down at me and moans. I guess it’s a good thing I decided to wear my black lace underwear just in case.

  “Somehow you’re even more beautiful out of the dress than in it,” he tells me, his eyes finally coming up to meet mine.

  I giggle and hold my arms out to him. With a grin he crouches slightly, grabbing me by the thighs and hefting me onto his hips. My cleavage is right under his chin and he tilts his head kiss my breasts, this time dragging his tongue in the opposite direction, up towards my chin. I let my head hang, loving the way his tongue sends shivers through my entire body. As if I weigh nothing, James carries me across the apartment and into the bedroom, carefully tipping me backwards onto the enormous bed.

  “I feel there’s a distinct imbalance in clothing,” I tell him, reaching up to finish undoing his buttons.

  Instead of letting me finish, James just yanks off his shirt and throws it to the side. His pants are given the same brusque treatment and, all of a sudden, I’m face to face with his throbbing erection and my memory, it turns out, was spot on. It’s thick and long and it makes me wet just to think about it sliding up my pussy.

  “Is this better?” James asks with a smile as he watches me ogle his dick.

  “Much,” I answer, finally tearing my eyes away.

  He kneels on the bed, straddling me as he reaches around and unhooks my bra. Like the rest of our clothes, the black lace is tossed into the corner. His smile growing, James takes my breasts in his hands. His palms are soft and warm on my hardening nipples and he’s clearly enjoying playing with me. He presses my tits up and in, kneading my sensitive flesh, teasing my nipples and making me catch my breath.

  Leaning down, he brings his lips down to one nipple then the other, sucking luxuriously on each dark pink bud and making me moan as his tongue swirls up and down, occasionally stroking the often-forgotten skin of the underside of my breasts.

  But I don’t want him doing all the work and, with a concerted effort, I manage to get a hold of myself. “Let me,” I tell him, pushing him away and looking up at him through my lashes in that way that drives all men crazy. He swallows and nods, his hands slowly falling away.

  With a smile, I reach down, taking his cock in both hands and licking my lips before I slide them slowly over his head. James groans, his fingers grabbing hold of my hair. I lower one hand to his balls, fondling them gently as I run my tongue around his ridge, sucking his head gently.

  He’s too big for me to take entirely into my mouth, but I intend to take as much as I can. Slowly I take his head fully into my mouth and grip his foreskin between my lips. Pumping his shaft with one hand, I draw his foreskin up and over his head then bring it back down again, repeating the process again and again as, above me, James moans my name.

  Before he can get bored, I switch tactics and sink his slick cock as deep into my mouth as I can, his tip bobbing against my throat as I run my tongue along his shaft. James gasps, his fingers clenching in my hair. Fast and sure, I bob my head, sucking, pumping, and licking all at once as I build up the pressure. He bucks against me once before getting control of himself and holding still. But he can’t keep himself from groaning and swearing. I grin around his cock. I love hearing him enjoy himself and, with every moan he makes, there’s an answering twinge in my pussy. Taking my hand off his balls, I reach down and stroke my clit, my fingers slipping along my slick skin.

  Then, suddenly, he pulls me off him, shoving me further down the bed. I look up in surprise but, before I can say anything, he’s buried his face in my pussy, his tongue licking my dripping entrance roughly before his lips find my clit. I gasp as he begins to suck, two fingers sliding deep in me.

  My back arches instinctively and I grab at the sheets as my desperate pussy clenches around his fingers. “Fuck,” I moan as James pumps them hard along my tightening walls. I can’t believe how ready I am already.

  James can clearly sense it too and draws his fingers out. Sitting up, he sheaths himself in me fast and hard and my groan is so loud I bet they hear it all the way downstairs. Grinning, James grabs my hips and tips us over so that I’m on top.

  The way his eyes watch me as I lean back, letting his dick stroke every inch of my pussy, makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. As I thrust down on him, he raises his pelvis to meet mine and his hands grab my ass, ramming his dick into me. My gasps become screams as I feel him filling every inch of my pussy with cock, stroking places that haven’t been touched in years.

  “Jesus Christ,” I gasp, my hands tangling in my hair and lifting it off my neck as I buck against him. “God, nothing will ever feel this good again.”

  James chuckles deep in his chest. “You sure about that?” he asks. Suddenly, he pulls me off, flipping us over again. This time I’m on my knees. Gently, he takes my hands and places them on the wall above the bed before spreading the cheeks of my ass and sliding his amazing erection back into me. We both groan as my pussy eagerly envelops his slick dick.

  Taking me by the hips again, James draws himself out almost entirely, just his tip balancing in my entrance. Then, impossibly slowly, he sheaths himself again. The feeling of his ridge sliding along my hyper sensitive walls makes me weak in the knees. I press my hands firmly against the wall, trying to keep from screaming as he repeats the process.

  Then, just when I’m about to dissolve completely, he drives his cock home fast and hard. I guess it must feel just as amazing on his end because all of a sudden, he’s thrusting frantically, his cock pounding into my willing pussy. Soon I’m screaming again and he’s fucking me so hard that spots of light appear in front of my eyes. My whole body feels like it’s going to explode and I claw at the wall as, finally, my orgasm erupts deep inside of me. Pleasure floods through me as my pussy clamps down on James and I shake with uncontrollable ecstasy. Dimly I’m aware of him grabbing my breasts and burying himself in me, his own climax arriving seconds after mine.

  For a moment we just stay there, gasping and shivering with the aftermath of our orgasms. James leans against me, his head resting on my shoulder. Slowly, he raises himself up, kissing my back tenderly as he does.

  “Holy shit,” I say, still a little breathless.

  “Yeah,” he replies, also still gasping for air. Gently, he draws me away from the wall, bringing me with him as he sits back on his haunches. I lean my head back, resting it on his collar bone, enjoying the feel of his arms around me.

  He kisses my neck. “You know,” he says softly. “I came to New York because of you.”

  “What?” My orgasm-addled mind is having trouble following.

  “I heard through some old friends that you were still in New York and I decided that maybe after all these years you’d have forgiven me and would give me another chance. So I packed up my stuff and moved. I had all these elaborate plans for how I’d get back in touch. I never thought I’d just end up running into you in the mall one day by accident.”

  I feel my heart swell to bursting at the idea of him loving me so much that he’d move here. “There’s nothing to forgive, James,” I tell him. “I’m the one who was in the wrong.”

  “Then let’s forgive each other and put it all behind us,” he says.

  “Please,” I smile up at him. “Because, I have to say, this has probably been my best Christmas ever.”

  I can feel his laughter against my back. “Well, it could be Christmas every day if you’d like.” His eyes meet mine. “Stay with me, Amber,” he says.

  “There’s nothing I’d like more,” I reply and reach up to kiss him.

  I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go home to Portland after all.

  THE END

  HERE IS YOUR SPECIAL BONUS!!!

  New Beginning

  Chapter 1

  HEATHER

  I’m standing in my shop early in the morning. I stare at the sky; it’
s gray, a sign that the sun still hasn’t made its way up there. I’m doing my best to stop a yawn, even though waking up so early every day is my job. After all, I’m a baker and I own a small bakery business in a rural town just outside of L.A. People expect their bread crispy and their cookies soft, and to do that, I have to be up before anyone else.

  The good thing is that my apartment is located on the upper floor of the same building. I don’t have to walk or use my car to get there. The bad thing is that I had never been an early starter throughout my life and it’s still very difficult for me to get out of the bed in the mornings. Especially in the cold days; God, I hate waking up early when it’s cold outside.

  Nevertheless, I walk into the shop and head behind the counter, straight into the kitchen. On my way there, I turn the lights on. I have several things to do, one of them being to clean before starting. A dirty kitchen isn’t a functional kitchen as my mother used to say. Luckily, my place is small enough to not even need an assistant to take care of these things.

  I just pop up half an hour earlier, take care of the chores myself, and then start baking. The time always flies by from the moment I start pouring the flour in the mixer to when the first batch of bread is ready. The first couple hours of the day are a silent meditation accompanied by dough and chocolate cookies.

  It’s peaceful and calm at this time; I might not like it, but it helps me put my mind straight before the customers start barging in the shop.

  And just as the smell of fresh bread starts spreading around, the doorbell rings. I sigh and wipe my hands clean on my apron. I hurry to the front part of the shop. An old lady is waiting for me.

  “Good morning,” she says with a soft, yet strict voice.

  “Good morning to you too, ma’am. What can I do for you today?”

  “I’d like a loaf of bread and three bagels. My grandchildren get really hungry when they wake up,” she continues while pacing around the shop.

  I rush back to the kitchen and grab the things she asked me for. However, by the time I return, the door bell has rung again. This time, a familiar face walks in.

  “Morning, Heather,” a plump, dark-haired man says loudly. The old lady from before seems annoyed by his rowdy entrance.

  “Good morning, Frank,” I reply to him. I put the old lady’s order in a paper bag and pass it to her. “That will be six dollars,” I continue after I give her the receipt.

  She hands me the money and turns to leave only after commenting. “I hope you have a nice day. See you, Frank.” Her face turns to a mask of disdain when passing next to him.

  He notices the woman’s reaction but doesn’t seem to give a damn. On the contrary, he turns and mockingly bows to her behind her back. “Snobby bitch,” he mutters when turning to face me again.

  “Who was that?” I ask him.

  “No one. Just an old woman that thinks she’s above us all just because her husband left her a small fortune when he died. There are not many of them ladies left, nowadays. Nevertheless, I’ll have the usual Heather. I hope she didn’t ruin your day.” By the time Frank ends his rant, I’ve returned with his order: two loafs of bread, and a box of cookies.

  His family loves my bakery and he’s one of the main reasons I have so many customers only after two years of starting my business. Frank is also the one that always pushes me to expand even further.

  “Here you are, Frank. Now tell me, how is June? The kids? Are they all doing okay?”

  I run back to the kitchen to continue with the preparations for the rest of the day. Frank is talking loud enough that I don’t have to be in the same room as him to hear him.

  “They’re all doing great. Kristina and Jason are doing great in school and June has just got a promotion.”

  I lean back my head and stare at him through the kitchen door. “Really? Wait a moment, don’t leave,” I say. I rush to the back of the kitchen and take a couple of chocolate cupcakes and bring them to him. “It’s not much, but tell June this is a congratulation gift from me. Tell her I’m still waiting for her to visit.”

  “Yeah, yeah. She knows. I’ll tell her again, though. She doesn’t have time to even see the children. Nevertheless, did you hear what happened?”

  I’m in the kitchen again, using my hands to grab the dough and spread it on the counter. Mechanically, I reply to him: “No, what happened?”

  Frank is known for being well-informed in the matters of the town’s social life. Well, in short, he likes to gossip, but in a good way. He won’t break out a story that has been trusted to him nor lie. He’ll say things he knows are true, so when I hear something from him, I know that it’s the real thing.

  “Ol’ Dwayne from next door? He left. Last night.”

  I stop what I’m doing and rush back to the main room of the shop. “What? Who? I mean...what?”

  “The man that was renting the shop next door, left last night. Some say he got bankrupt and returned to his hometown. Others say that he just retired and left. Either way, Heather dear, this is your chance to expand your little bakery.”

  When the words came out of his mouth, my hands were already shaking. “He left? But...how? I’m living upstairs, I should have heard something, shouldn’t I?”

  “Well, sweet Heather, when someone wants to disappear like he did, then the first thing that comes to their mind is how to avoid the neighbors. Never mind that now, though. You have to make a move this week or else someone else will snatch it through your fingers.”

  “But...oh, dear...what about the money? Equipment? What if...what if...?” I stutter, unable to form a complete sentence in my head.

  “Look, Heather, I have to go now. But think about it. If someone rents the place, it might be half a lifetime until it’s free again. This is your chance. You know how people love your bakery,” he says and gives me a wide smile.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll think about it later. Thank you for letting me know, Frank. See you later,” I say and crawl back to my kitchen without waiting for Frank to greet me.

  What now? What am I doing? Do I go on with it? What if it fails?

  But then again, I had the same kind of thoughts when I started this business two years ago. It was a risk that paid off, a risk I’m willing to take once again.

  “Fuck it, I’m going on with it,” I mumble to myself as I pour the chocolate in the mix for a new batch of chocolate cookies.

  ***

  MITCH

  The drive to this town out of L.A. is a drag. The bus is half-empty, the scenery is boring, and... I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. Damn you, Dwayne. Why did you have to leave out of the blue like that?

  I check my phone and try to kill some time by playing a game. Soon, I feel carsick and decide to put it down. At the same moment, the bus comes to a stop outside a small town. A middle-aged mother, holding a child in each hand, boards the vehicle.

  “Mom! Mom! Look! There are empty seats in the front! Can we please sit here?” one of the two brats says, practically screaming.

  I’m sitting in the back and still I can hear his voice like he’s screaming next to me.

  “No, Toby. It’s too cramped in here. We’ll sit in the back where it has more space,” she replies to him with a similar, loud voice.

  “But why mom? I and Shaun want to sit here. You go back.”

  The young boy has suddenly decided to make a scene. Even the bus driver is staring at them, annoyed by all the noise they’re making.

  “Listen to me, young man, you’ll do as I say or no ice-cream for you today. Am I clear?”

  That’s when the dreaded crying came. He started pushing her out of the way, then trying to pull his hand free, and finally, screaming like a young chimpanzee. This is happening for five minutes and the bus isn’t moving until they find a seat. The driver is doing nothing to confront them and the other passengers, dumbstruck, are waiting patiently for this scene to end.

  But, I can’t see an end to it anytime soon. With a deep sigh, I stand on my feet
and head to the front. “Ma’am, can you please take a seat already? Some of us want to arrive at their destination, today,” I say.

  The woman turns and faces me with an expression full of dread. Even if I held a gun to her face she wouldn't be scared so much. “Excuse me! What’s your problem?” she shouts at me.

  I jerk my head back and continue. “Are you fucking kidding me? What’s my problem? You can’t control your children, ma’am. The whole bus is waiting for you to sit your fat ass down to start, and you’re asking what’s my problem?”

  Only after I hear the words that came out of my mouth I understand that I’ve gone too far. I was too loud, too rough, too...I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have said a thing.

  “Sir, please sit down,” the bus driver says to me.