Big Bad Billionaires [Volume 2]
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My hands on the door, he was fucking me deep and fast now--so deep I didn’t know if I could take it, only that I wanted to. The wave of pleasure that had begun to rise mere minutes ago when I was with Mike came crashing out of me now, and I felt a stream of pleasure come running down my thigh as my body bucked and flailed.
“Yes, good girl…” he said, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me hard onto his cock. He grabbed my breast and squeezed as he hunched over me, his chest on my back, his teeth scraping my skin, his breathing ragged as I felt his own stream come rushing into me as he came. When finally he had unleashed the entirety of his load, he wrapped his arms around my panting, sweaty body, and pulled me to the ground where we collapsed, a mass of overheated limbs on the dirty, hay covered ground. He kissed my neck lovingly as he gently fondled my breast. We simply laid there like that for a moment, letting the world come back into focus.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I feel incredible,” I said, leaning my head back and kissing him. I did feel incredible--a feeling I was desperately trying to hold onto. But in the back of my mind was the question of Mike. These were uncharted waters for me--it surely wasn’t right to have slept with them both. And yet, everything about it felt so perfectly correct. I had never felt so happy and free and at home as I did in the company of these two men.
“We should get dressed,” he smiled. “I’ve got to teach you to ride a horse.”
Chapter 5
Mike and Derek were patient with me as they taught me about groundwork, how to make the horse trust me, how to mount, how to communicate with the horse. I was terrified of doing everything wrong, but they assured me I was a natural. And now here I was, quite comfortable atop a great, brown American quarter horse named Eula (for their grandmother).
“Okay, now it’s time to see how fast this baby can go,” Mike smiled up at me.
“No! I don’t want to go too fast!” I cried out, terrified.
“Baby steps, Mike,” Derek laughed. “Let’s try just a quicker trot. Just press your legs into Eula’s sides gently and she’ll go a little faster.”
I took in a deep breath and pressed into her sides, and just as Derek said, she started to trot lightly around the field.
“That’s it!” Mike called out. “You’re doing great!”
“If you feel comfortable with that, you can move your outside leg back and squeeze to make the horse canter,” Derek instructed. I did as I was told and the horse picked up speed, moving into a more rollicking gate that startled me a little bit, but I tried to remain calm and remembered Mike’s earlier advice to move my body with the horse. It only took a second to feel comfortable, and I let myself relax a bit, enjoying the sensation of riding the great beast as Mike and Derek beamed at me.
“You sure look good up there, sweetheart!” Mike called, and I could feel myself blush, though I worried that it might make Derek jealous. But before I could go down that thought spiral, a large crow suddenly dipped down from the sky, nearly colliding with Eula’s nose. Spooked, Eula came to a sudden stop, rearing up on her hind legs, and I realized I was being thrown, flying through the air in slow motion before hitting the ground hard on my side, the wind knocked out of me.
Mike and Derek came rushing up, and before I could even comprehend what had happened, the two men were carrying me back to the house, Mike at my feet, Derek holding me under my arms. The sky jostled back and forth above me as my head swam. I saw the top of the door frame, the crack in the ceiling, and suddenly I was laying down on the couch where they placed me.
“You’re bleeding through your shirt,” Derek said, pulling it off of me. “How do you feel?”
“I’m...I’m okay,” I said, starting to get my bearings. Being thrown had given me a shock, but laying on the couch, I started to come back to reality.
“It doesn’t look too deep,” Mike said, his fingers on my ribcage, examining the wound. His fingers grazed a raw spot and I winced.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. “Let me get some peroxide.” Mike jogged back to the bathroom, while Derek stroked my forehead.
“I said I wouldn’t let anything happen to you on that horse,” he said, looking devastated.
“I’m okay,” I reassured him. “You couldn’t have predicted that.”
“I want to see if you have any other wounds. I’m gonna take your jeans off of you,” he said. “We’re gonna take good care of you, I promise,” he said, sliding down my zipper and pulling my jeans off of me. He lifted one leg and examined it closely with his eyes, his fingers, gauging my reaction to his touch. Mike emerged from the bathroom with a tube of cotton swabs and peroxide.
“Your legs are perfection, beautiful,” Derek said, lightly kissing my foot in reverence.
“Let’s tend to that nasty scrape,” Mike said, kneeling down at my side. He dabbed a ball of cotton with peroxide and pressed it into my rib cage. “It goes up pretty far,” he said, examining my body. “I’m gonna take your bra off of you sweetheart.” He gingerly wrapped his arms around me, careful to avoid my wound, and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts come tumbling out. My bra stuck to my scrape a little as he pulled it off and I winced again.
“Oh, baby, you’re banged up a little. But I think you’re gonna make it,” he winked, dabbing another cotton ball and working his way further up my rib cage, lifting my arm over my head to give him better access. “You let me know if anything hurts.”
“Your thigh’s a little bruised, but nothing too serious,” Derek said, tugging at the side of my panties and pulling them down a little to examine my hip. “That’s a bad bruise right there,” he said, kissing my hip tenderly. “Does that hurt, honey?”
“No, it feels good…” I murmured.
“We want you to feel as good as possible,” Mike said, kissing the side of my breast. “I’m so sorry this happened to you under our watch.”
“It’s okay…” I said as Derek began pulling my panties all the way off of me.
“You just tell us where it hurts,” Mike said, lifting up my breasts and examining underneath them, letting his hands graze up to my nipples, letting his fingers linger there. “How does that feel?”
“That’s good,” I moaned, as he tenderly turned me over, letting his fingers trail down my back. Derek began kissing his way up the backs of my thighs, sweetly, bringing my bruised body back to life with electricity. His lips grazed a tender spot, right at the top of my thigh, below my cheek, and I raised my ass up involuntarily in response.
“Poor baby,” he said, spreading my cheeks apart carefully and lightly kissing my asshole. My back arched sharply and I found myself up on all fours.
“Oh, she’s getting her strength back,” Mike smiled at me, fondling my dangling breasts, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers. To prove him right, I smiled back and reached for his zipper, pawing at it uselessly as Derek began licking the whole length of my undercarriage, starting at my clit and working his way back between my cheeks. Mike helped me out by pulling off his shirt and jeans, his boxers along with them. His cock was stiff and at attention, and I watched as he lightly stroked himself, his fat mushroom head pointed right at me. I leaned forward as Derek began burying his tongue in my ass, two fingers gently rubbing my pussy, and I lightly kissed the tip of Mike’s eager cock.
“What a good girl. We’re supposed to be taking care of you,” he sighed, as my mouth crept up his shaft, taking him as far into my mouth as I could. I withdrew, sucking on the tip, releasing it with a loud pop!
“You are,” I said. “You take such good care of me…” and I dove back down, letting him hit the back of my throat as he sucked in a breath sharply.
His cock felt so good and strong in my mouth. I could feel the blood surging through him and took great pleasure in how turned on he was by me.
“You like sucking Mike’s big cock?” Derek asked, letting his fingers slide up to my tight little asshole and work their way inside of me. Nobody had ever fin
ger-fucked me there before, and I loved the feeling of him stretching me wide with the utmost care and gentleness. I backed up my ass harder onto his probing fingers, and Derek pulled me upright to a sitting position his hand around my waist, my legs splayed open as he filled me with his fingers. Mike leaned forward and sucked on my long, hard nipples fiercely as his fingers found their way to my pussy.
“You’re already gushing,” he said. “I love feeling you enjoy yourself.” He slid his fingers in and out of me in perfect rhythm with Derek.
“Tell me what you want,” Derek whispered in my ear, gently tugging my hair.
“I want more of you…” I moaned. Mike gently pulled me off of Derek’s hand (allowing Derek to stand and undress) and onto him as he laid back on the couch and I straddled him. I lowered myself down on his cock slowly, taking him inside of me inch by inch, feeling Derek’s eyes watching from behind me as I began to bounce lightly, feeling myself open up more and more each time he entered me, until I was able to come down hard, taking him all the way in, down to the base. I leaned back and felt Mike’s cock hit my g-spot, making my head reel. I opened my eyes and saw Derek standing over me, stroking his cock.
“Look at you…” he moaned. He bent down and flicked my clit with his tongue, then pulled back to watch my pussy slide up and down the length of Mike more closely. “Does it feel good being filled up with Mike’s cock?”
“I want more…” I pleaded.
“Of course, darlin’,” he said, tilting my head back gently. “You’re gonna have to get my cock good and wet, first.”
My pussy started contracting wildly as Derek entered my mouth. I loved having both of their cocks inside of me at once. I wondered if I needed to get his cock good and wet because he was going to enter me from behind. The thought of being so full with both Derek and Mike both scared and thrilled me. I took him deep in my mouth as he held my head in place. I knew what was coming when he withdrew and gently guided me forward until my breasts were dangling in Mike’s face. Mike took his cue and began licking and sucking my nipple as Derek positioned himself behind me, kissing my asshole wetly, and then inserting two fingers. I knew for sure I wanted his cock inside of me.
“You let us know if it hurts, honey,” Mike whispered. “We want to make you feel good.”
And with that, Derek withdrew his fingers and I felt the head of his cock begin to nudge its way inside of me, stretching me wider than I knew I could, filling me bit by bit as my moans became wails of pleasure.
“Can you take more?” Derek asked, squeezing my ass.
“Please--yes…” I cried, and with one big push he was all the way inside of me, the two giant cocks pressing into me in all the right places, making me feel full to overflowing. My pussy clamped down hard on Mike, and he responded by raising his hips, thrusting deeply into me. Derek held onto my hips and began to fuck me in rhythm with Mike, the two of them sliding in and out with ease. Each time they thrust inside of me, the pressure brought me close to the edge. Finally, the two pressed into me simultaneously and held me there, pinned, as Derek reached around me and found my clit, rubbing it lightly and quickly as I felt an enormous swelling of pleasure rising within me.
“Do you need to cum all over Mike’s cock, baby?” Derek said into my ear. I could feel Mike’s pulse in his cock as he pressed into me.
“It’s okay, darling. We’ve got you…” Mike smiled into my eyes. With his reassurance, I felt a thick stream come pouring out of me as I cried out, my body bucking violently between them, the two holding steady inside of me, Derek’s fingers not letting up, prolonging the flood that was racing down Mike’s cock.
“That’s it, honey…” Mike moaned, and I felt his own blood rush up to meet mine as I watched his face contort in ecstasy. Derek wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me upright. He clutched at my breast as he continued to work my clit, Mike’s cock still inside of me, my orgasm still not letting up. I felt a powerful surge of something hot and thick go shooting inside of me, Derek’s low moans in my ear giving way to a lion’s roar.
The two of us collapsed on top of Mike, sweating and panting, their softening cocks lingering inside of me, twitching. They both kissed me lovingly on the neck and held me, and we fell asleep like that, limbs akimbo on the oversized couch.
I woke up a few hours later to find night had fallen. What’s more, Derek was carrying me naked in his arms, just like that first night we spent together. But this time, he was taking me into the bathroom, where I saw he had run a bath for me.
“What’s this?” I said.
“We’re not done taking care of you,” Mike’s voice came from behind.
The two scrubbed me clean while we talked, easily, like old friends. In the morning I’d have to drive back, go back to the city, back to my job. But I knew I wouldn’t go back the same person. Suddenly I remembered Henry and smiled. I wondered if anything good was playing at the movies.
“We sure are going to miss you,” Derek said, scrubbing my back.
“I’m going to miss you, too. You have no idea,” I said, feeling the warm water swirling around my skin. “But now I know where I’m spending my next vacation.”
“I think you’re all clean now,” said Mike. “Let’s get you into bed.” They helped me out of the tub and toweled me dry, and the three of us patted off to my bed--the most comfortable bed I’d ever slept in--and laid down, Mike and Derek on either side of me, cradling me in their arms.
THE END
Billionaire’s Confession
Chapter 1
Leah Branson hated nightclubs.
Everything about them from the sticky, dirt filled floors to the smell of alcohol and urine made her skin crawl. That was not to mention the loud music, drunk patrons, and seemingly compulsory grinding dancing.
She’d never set foot in a bar of her own free will.
Until tonight.
Leah sat in her small, used Toyota Corolla staring at the neon sign for the Palm Spring’s Night Club entrance.
“It’s an assignment,” she told herself. “You’ve been asking for a real assignment for weeks. Even if this isn’t the one you wanted, it’s still a story.”
Despite this self-exhortation, she couldn’t seem to force herself out of the seat. Leah also could not force herself to be nearly as excited about this assignment as she knew she should have been.
Ever since she’d taken the “temporary” job at the St Augustine Gazette as an advice columnist, she’d dreamed of having a true assignment. To prove herself as a real reporter.
She’d been pitching ideas to her editor, Mr. Ben Haynes for months. It wasn’t until she turned in an idea centering on the Gulf Coast tourist town’s annual celebrity charity golf tournament that he took any notice.
When Hayes called her into his office one day before, she’d been ecstatic. Her joy seemed confirmed when he told her that he was assigning her a story.
The excitement was soon tampered, however, when he said that the story she would be writing was not the one she had suggested. Instead, she would be interviewing billionaire, Brent Watt, who had strolled into the town he’d grown up in after ten years of being away and signed up for the Charity Tournament. Most likely to get cheap publicity for his company.
But her editor insisted there was more to it than that.
“He skipped town when he was eighteen,” Ben Hayes had told her. “Even when he and his brother created the biggest social media app since Facebook he never once came back to his hometown. Not even when his dad died. Now he suddenly comes back.”
“Someone has to know why he left,” Leah said. “Why do I have to talk to him to get that story?”
“There’ve been rumors about his dad being an alcoholic and abusive but neither he nor his brother has said anything to prove it. I want you to get a quote from him confirming those rumors. Get me that story and you’ll be off the advice column.”
It certainly was not the story she wanted to write about. But the promise of becoming a r
eal reporter and not an advice columnist was too good to pass up.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself out of the car and moved towards the club’s entrance.
Apparently, word of Brent Watt’s reemergence in his hometown of St. Augustine had gotten out. Dozens of amateur photographers surrounded the building’s entrance with the cameras on their phones poised and ready.
Leah elbowed her way past out-of-town paparazzi and huge masses of celebrity seekers just to get to the front doors. Eventually, she reached the entrance to find a tall, black and broad-shouldered bouncer standing behind a velvet rope.
Taking another deep breath and pulling herself up to her full height, she strode confidently up to him.
“Hi. I’m Leah Branson. Mr. Watt should be expecting me.”