The Billionaire Bull

by Romi Hart

  “I can keep a secret…if you can keep your voice down.”

  I suck on her hard nipple and shove her against the wall of my front house. She’s ashamed of herself, but the shame feels so good. The surprise of it all, the sin, the betrayal of everything she thought she stood for.

  I am insatiable for her body…I pull her blouse down so far I rip it, giving her a nice shriek. She can’t even object because she hasn’t been this close to a screaming orgasm in a long time. I can feel her yearning.

  I pull her bra down, exposing both of her breasts and nipples. Right on my front fucking door step. A thought not lost on her, since she looks around in disbelief. Neither of us could even control ourselves long enough to enter the front door.

  And why stop now? I love the novelty of making a woman come in the same place as I get Mormons lecturing me about heaven and hell.

  I kneel down so that I can kiss and lick her sexy belly. I pull down her skirt just a little bit, just so I can see if she’s shaved or all natural. I unleash my fiery tongue all over her tummy, dangerously close to that center of throbbing.

  “Ohhhh my God, Zander…”

  I squeeze her nipples tightly as I lick her belly button piercing. Sexy as hell…Renee is a wild one, all right. Ready for sex anytime, anywhere!

  “Aaaahhh!” she screams, embarrassed that I’m giving her a breast orgasm without even gasping yet. “Wait…let’s go inside.”

  “Who invited you inside?” I tease her.

  “Asshole! Don’t be an asshole right now!”

  “Why? You want me to stop?”

  “If you’re going to be a prick, then yes—!”

  But before she can finish her bitchy sentence she’s silenced. Her jaw drops and her eyes go blank as I tear my shirt off with just one pull. An expensive shirt, which I sure as hell can afford to replace. I stare her down as she checks out my uncovered chest and abdomen. Rock solid, the result of obsessive hours at the gym, working off stress and ruminating thoughts at all hours of the night. God, I can’t even sleep lately…all I do is fuck and lift weights in between long boring meetings with CEOs.

  But maybe it’s a dick move to complain about my life.

  She puts her hands on my chest and kisses me. She rubs me down, feeling just a tickle of hair in the middle. I can’t even say her name but her hands know my nipples so intimately.

  I kiss her with passion again, this time putting my hand on the back of her head. As I let go of the kiss, I let my hand slide over her mouth, cautioning her to be quiet.

  “Ohhhh my God…” she sighs, as I guide her hands down to my pants. I hold her wrist in place and with my other hand, I unzip my pants, eager for her to feel my cock.

  “Feel that?”

  “So big…” she moans, struggling to look me in the eye.

  “Stroke it.”

  “Uh huh…” she says, obeying me like a good slave girl. She strokes my cock, using my precum to get it all soft and smooth.

  “Does this turn you on? Knowing you’re fucking royalty?”

  “Uhhhh…” she says, stroking my cock with one hand and reaching for her skirt with the other. She’s too horny to even spar with me anymore. She just wants the emptiness in her life filled. To the max!

  I put my hand on her warm pubic mound as I block her hand away. I want this privilege myself. I want to pull her panties down and let her feel that unmistakable moment of submission.

  Her body quivers as I slowly pull her matching red panties down to her thighs. Shaved pussy, very professional, very sexy. She doesn’t get laid much but she always prepares in case she wins the lottery.

  I ignore her rapid breathing in spite as I grab her body and move her into standing position. Shoving her against the wall I take my cock in hand and find her slit.

  “Ohhh God, what are we doing?” she says frantically.

  “You’re going to get wet for me. And take my cock. My whole cock. Understand?”

  “Y-e-s!” she says in short scattered breaths.

  I wince at the sheer joy of Renee’s soft, wet pussy. Not exactly tight, but very warm and accommodating. She longs for me. She wants to feel my full length. Spreading her legs apart, she lets me enter her.

  “Ohhh God! Ohhh fuck!” she says, not quite believing how heavenly a monster dick feels in real life. Poor pussy, only had seven inchers her whole life. That’s such a sad story. “Ohhhohohoho my God, you’re huge!”

  “Take it all!”

  “Ohh God, I can’t!”

  “You can if you believe in yourself.”

  She laughs hard, which only fulfills its purpose, making her body convulse and her legs spread farther apart.

  “Ohhh boy…oh boyyy, it’s really going in there…”

  “Take it all. You’ll never have a cock this big again.”

  “Uhhhh,” she grunts in between smiling at me in disbelief.

  Only I can manage to be such a dick, while having such a dick!

  “There you go…now start counting backwards, honey.”

  I start thrusting into Renee, putting my full girth inside of her, pulling out and then firing back in. My pelvis rocks back and forth as my body plunges in balls deep.

  My hands grab her wrists and smack them roughly against the wall.

  She screams…but it only maker her wetter. She floods my dick good while I continue hard pounding her.

  Renee can’t help but notice the limo is still parked in the same position. A sense of dreadful embarrassment comes over her face.

  I nibble on her neck while holding her hands above her head. I can tell she’s looking out…wondering if the chauffeur is watching. Wondering why she’s too boiling hot to care anymore. Wondering how any sane woman could ever do this.

  I keep my rhythm strong and consistent, letting the poor girl unleash a good pent up orgasm. She wiggles around, still unable to move, panting right into my ear.

  “It was really nice meeting you,” I say, staring into her empty eyes, welcoming her reluctant orgasm.

  Her body shaking, her voice cracking, she can’t even barb with me anymore. She’s coming hard and loving it.

  So I release her hands and take her screaming mouth into my mouth for one last kiss.

  “Come in me…come in me…” she grunts.

  “Nice try,” I smirk back.

  I withdraw my long cock, sensing that this quickie is just about over. She rides me, hoping to break my concentration. But what kind of man would I be if I couldn’t control myself?

  I withdraw from her and grab her tits desperately. I make sure my cock is completely outside, aimed right at that precious little belly button. I grit my teeth and unload my cum all over her belly!

  The shooting sensation makes her gasp a second time and I break eye contact. Looking up in the air, I finish blowing my wad…as usual, around the vicinity of some strange pussy I’ll probably never see again. As usual, never coming inside. I’m rich…and that means I’m not stupid.

  “OH Jesus…” she says, realizing she’s covered in semen and half-naked in public. “I can’t believe we did this. What if someone saw…”

  “It’s my house. Don’t worry about it. What happens here, stays here.”

  “Yeah…” she says uncomfortably.

  “I promise. Come on, I’ll make you a TV dinner. Might as well stay and chat.”

  “Mmmmkay,” she says, no doubt feeling a bit awkward.

  “I dunno about you…but I’m starving!”

  We both lounge around in bed after a meal. Sadly, the TV dinner was so good—manicotti!—I might even describe it better than the sex.

  Oh sure, Renee enjoyed herself. But for me, it was actually a bit of a weak orgasm. I dunno why…maybe because there wasn’t actually that much challenge in bedding Renee. I knew as soon as she stepped in the limo I would feel her cervix. So it was a good build up and all…but in the end, it was just another fuck and run.

  But I must admit…the afterglow was very enjoyable.

  “So
how long have you been friends with Maya?”

  Renee laughs and shakes her head.

  “What?”

  “You are something else. You literally ask about my friend the second after we fuck?”

  “It’s been at least two hours. I thought that was fairly tactful.”

  “Believe me, she’s not your type. She’s uh…not like us.”

  “Really?”

  “She’s…inhibited. You know? Catholic guilt and all?”

  “You say that to me now, even though you’re fully clothed lying on my bed. It kind of sucks I can’t see you naked right now.”

  “Too bad,” she taunts me. “I only let serious boyfriends see me completely naked.”

  “More’s the pity.”

  “But uh…yeah just forget about Maya. She doesn’t like you. I sort of like you, you know, even though you’re a prick sometimes.”

  “Doesn’t like me. Hmm. I must admit it’s rather interesting to have a woman who doesn’t like me.”

  “Don’t be so full of yourself, Zander,” she says with a snarky smile. “Just because you can make a woman come doesn’t mean she likes you.”

  I was surprised as anyone would be when I got an angry phone call the next day from Maya DeBank, of all people…

  “Maya?” I ask in confusion. “How did you get this number?”

  “You fucked my best friend?”

  “Uhh…” Damn, a flashback to my first sexual experience. I should say something witty but I honestly can’t think of anything. How did she know? Is all I kept thinking to myself.

  “You fucked my best friend!”

  “Renee?”

  “Yeah, asshole!” Maya screams back. “You remember that vagina you came inside of? THAT’S THE ONE!”

  “But I didn’t….hey, why are you so…upset?” I finally manage to say.

  “Because! You’re such a fucking evil bastard you just want to seduce and destroy every girl you meet! My parents were right about you, you’re a fucking douchebag. Goodbye!”

  “Maya!” I shake my head, still confused about many things…including how she got my number! “Listen, honey…”

  “Fucker, if you call me honey one more time…”

  “Sorry…just answer me this…”

  “I got your goddamned phone number from your assistant. Is that what you want to know? Since I’m in the news now after our little skirmish, it’s surprisingly easy to get hold of you. I guess your people just want this problem to go away ASAP, right?”

  “Well…”

  “And are you going to try to make me go away, Troy? Pay some assassin to rub me out?”

  “What?!” I exclaim. “You’re insane, Maya! What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Here’s what I’m talking about, Troy. Yeah, maybe it was all just a ploy to get your attention, okay? I admit that I liked you before. I used to think, you know, you were like this awesome guy. This humanitarian guy and a guy that gave back to the world, you know? But boy, was I wrong. You’re just the same as everyone else. You take. And take and take!”

  Before I can reply she breathes more fire.

  “And now that you ruined my friendship with Renee? I think you’re a disgusting cunt of a human being!”

  “Why did sleeping with Renee ruin your friendship? What business is it of yours?”

  “Because she betrayed me! She was weak. She was stupid. And she was ungrateful of our friendship. That’s against the sister code. You don’t EVER sleep with your BFF’s crush. Ever. I’m now telling you the same thing I told her, Troy. I don’t ever want to talk to you again. Goodbye and I hope God sends you directly to Hell when you die.”

  “Wha—?” Click.

  I shake my head and actually jump out of my chair, having no rational response to Maya’s rage. What was that? That was no mind game…she literally sounded like she was ready to kick my ass.

  I have no idea what this means except that, well, Maya is mentally unbalanced, obviously. What kind of woman even says something like that? Sister code? Can’t sleep with your friend’s crush? I’ve never even heard of such nonsense. Maybe that’s a Catholic thing. I really never did attend Mass all that much.

  “Wake up, sunshine!” David sings merrily, pouring me a cup of coffee at my desk.

  “Damn…” I say, groggy as always. “What time is it?” Christ, I fell asleep in the office again.

  “Nine AM, buddy boy,” he says. “And we’ve got the Cranz meeting today. So drink some caffeine and freshen up. And if that doesn’t work, you’re going to have to snort some shit because this meeting is really fucking important.”

  “Oh Cranz…that’s today. Okay, yeah, I remember.”

  “Were you up all night again? Sleeping at your desk? What’s wrong with you, kid?”

  “Well…it was just strange, to tell you the truth. I met some girls a few days ago. You know, the girl who denounced me on television and her friend.”

  “Go on. Wait, let me guess. Lesbian Olympics all night in your office?”

  “No! Well, just one of them, actually. I slept with the friend. Now Maya, the original girl, I didn’t sleep with hates me even more!”

  David grins wickedly. “Now her hate is amplified! What started as a cute little game has now become a full-fledged hatred. Sorry, buddy-boy, you called this one on yourself.”

  “Jesus, David! All I ever wanted was to apologize to this girl. And no matter what I say, she just hates me a little more every day!”

  “Well kid, maybe you shouldn’t have bonked her best friend. You should know women get very competitive with each other when it’s about a man. Especially if that man is the great Zander Troy!”

  “I guess I’m just oblivious to people’s sexual hang-ups. You know my father never allowed me to have hang-ups, David.”

  “I know…had an orgy for your first time. I heard about that.”

  “He told you?”

  “No, I heard from the maid. She was quite a gossip, you know.”

  “Jesus. I had no idea the whole household knew about my orgy! Look David, all I know is this Maya is trouble. She’s deranged. Insane, you know? Maybe we should get a restraining order against her.”

  “Look kid, I think I know what’s going on.”

  “Do you? Are you thinking what I’m thinking? That she’s a stalker?”

  “Stalker, no. But I think you’ve stumbled upon a marvel of nature so rare and exquisite, your mind has no idea how to reconcile it.”

  “Come again?”

  “I think little Maya is a virgin,” David says with a wide grin. “And stalkers are very oftentimes virgins. They’re not dangerous…they’re just sensitive little girls who wear their hearts on their sleeves. The symptom of confusion and erratic behavior persists until the CURE for that particular ailment. Losing that virginity!”

  “Virgin? No…no way. She couldn’t be.”

  “Virgins are rare but they do exist. How you managed to find one, Zander, heaven knows. I would have thought if the big man upstairs actually existed, he would have kept that poor girl locked away from the likes of you!”

  “Thanks, David.”

  “Just let her down gently. She’s a kid in a twenty-one-year-old’s body. Apologize and then say goodbye for good.”

  “A virgin…wow. I just never…I never…you really think she’s a virgin?”

  “Yes. Why?”

  “I just…I dunno. I’m surprised is all.”

  “Ah,” David says with a knowing smirk. “And if there’s one thing that Zander Troy yearns for, it’s a new challenge. Maybe consummating with a virgin gets you all hard, eh? Something forbidden…reclaiming your own innocence by corrupting a virgin girl’s purity!”

  “I’m not nearly as sinister as you make me sound, David. I mean, yeah, I’ve never actually been with a virgin before. It makes me think…you know…what I was like when I was a virgin.”

  “Ah, but unlike Maya, you’ve NEVER been innocent, have you, kid?”

  “No
…I guess I haven’t.”

  I may as well have slept through that Cranz meeting. I pretty much nodded off and let David and Artie, my CFO, do most of the talking. Where was my mind? Of course, still thinking about Maya.

  As if I wasn’t already fascinated by her, because of her hatred of my ill character, NOW that I found out she really is the complete opposite of me, the attraction only grows. I’m corrupted. I’m cynical. She’s pure, perfect, innocent and all-trusting.

  She believes in good and evil. To her, I am an evil man. She doesn’t understand moral complexity. Maybe she doesn’t even understand the concept of a man’s WEAKNESS. Everything is power to her, strength…the ability to wait and resist.

  My rational answer should be a resolute WHO CARES? But for once, I find myself actually caring what someone thinks of me. Why? Do I want her to despise me or forgive me? Do I want her to wipe the stains away from my decadent existence? Do I want to confess my sins to her, since maybe the idea of an innocent virgin girl with an idealistic heart is MORE impressive to me than a hypocritical preacher man?

  Or do I just want to invade that perfectly sculpted virginal snatch?

  For once, I don’t know my own thoughts or desires. I don’t know if I feel lust, greed or something else.

  But I know…now more than ever, I can’t just walk away from this attraction. If my hope was to forget Maya, that’s an impossibility. I’ve turned my curiosity into a full obsession.

  I know what I want, just not my ultimate motivation. I want to WIN her over. I want her to like me, to worship me. Maybe even to look at me the same way she did when I first shook her hand but hardly knew who she was.

  I want to go back to that, that place of mutual respect.

  I want to erase her hatred and fill her heart with love, letting her keep her hope, keep her idealism.

  And yeah…if I’m admitting it to myself, maybe I do just WANT her. To have her, to possess her, even if it’s just for one night. Sex is entirely optional, of course. If she chose me, which she might not…I don’t know…I’m not exactly a one-car owner, you know. I couldn’t very well resent her for not wanting the prodigal son…the man-whore who even bedded her friend out of weakness. Out of sheer arrogance!