by Robin Fate
When he reenters me from behind, I am overwhelmed as he hits my G-spot perfectly, creating an overwhelming sensation with every thrust, and I can't take it anymore. My moans grow into screams with each time his cock buries deep inside me, and I look back at him, almost pleading with him to let me finally cum all over his cock. He looks back at me with an aggressive passion in his eyes. He smacks my ass, grabs my hips and braces to fuck me harder than I could have ever imagined.
“Yeah, take it all, baby. You like feeling me deep inside you?” He asks as his pace increases along with my screams.
All I can get out in response in between my sounds of pleasure is, “Hnugghhh, yes! Please! Fuck me harder!”
“Want to feel me to cum deep inside you?” And as I moan in agreement, he grabs my hair in his fist, thrusting deep inside me fast and hard. I feel the electric pleasure shooting throughout my entire body, and I feel his big cock jerk inside me as my pulsing pussy tightens around it, milking him dry as he finally releases his hot seed deep into my pussy.
He moans loudly and thrusts hungrily as he releases all of his juices deep inside me, causing an explosion of my own pleasure beyond what I have felt before. I scream as I feel him filling me up, my body collapsing onto the couch with pure exhaustion. After a few moments of recovering, he gently slides out of me and lays next to me on the couch, each of us sporting a big grin.
“That was... amazing!” I pant.
“Well, hopefully that won't be the last time,” he responds as he gazes at my completely used body.
“It won't.” I assure him as he lays my head on his chest and drifts off to sleep, worn out from our evening of pleasure. Before I have a moment to think I am asleep too, my energy all spent.
My eyes open the next morning and I momentarily forget where I am. The soreness I feel in my pussy reminds me of the night’s events. I rub my eyes, looking around and wondering where Noah is. When I smell coffee, I assume he is in his giant kitchen, so I make my way in there despite the fact that I am still naked. When I enter, I observe him sitting at the kitchen table in a full suit, reading his morning newspaper. I suddenly feel underdressed and slightly embarrassed.
“Look who's finally up,” he says as he looks me up and down, pleased at what he sees.
“Sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep last night...” I start before he hushes me. He doesn't care that I slept over. He just smiles at me as he sips his coffee. His comfort with me still being there allows me to relax. He motions me to come towards him with his finger.
As I approach him and stand in front of him completely exposed, he looks me up and down before beginning to unbuckle his belt. Is he really about to fuck me in his nice suit? I'm not sure how much time he has before he has to leave for work, although it seems like he must be the boss, so it probably doesn't matter when he decides to show up. He slides his slacks and boxers down his thighs, allowing his ready erection to pop out, standing proudly. I am still amazed by it. Had all of that really been inside me just last night?
He takes my arms and positions me so that I'm straddling him in his chair, the head of his big cock resting against my clit. I can tell that I'm already soaking wet as he rubs it up and down my slit and I let out an eager moan, moving with him. His cock is now coated with my juices, and I have to resist the urge to try to take him all the way inside me in one big motion. Finally, I feel him positioning himself at my entrance, circling around it and teasing me.
“Are you ready for this again?” he asks, amused at how much I'm squirming against him. “Do you think you can take it?”
“Please!” is all I manage before he thrusts up into me hard, shoving every inch inside me in one harsh push. I scream as I feel both relief and the feeling of my pussy, stretching around him, still sore from last night. Soon the sensation turns to pleasure and I begin to rhythmically bounce up and down on him, riding him in the middle of his kitchen, completely naked and exposed in contrast to his nice suit. He meets my movements, thrusting his massive member up into me with vigor, looking down at my pussy squeezing tightly around his cock that is slick with my juices. He moans and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, worshiping my body as I ride him, my pace increasing.
I can feel the pressure and tingling building up inside me as I take him all the way into my stretched pussy, my moans turning to screams of pleasure. He grabs me and begins to lift me up, then pull me down on top of him hard, his huge cock hitting my G-spot so harshly that I can't take it anymore; I am about to explode. I can tell he is almost there too, his breathing quickening as he takes me fast and hard, looking my body up and down as I quiver with the pleasure of him pounding into me.
“Ready to cum for me, baby?” he asks, knowing that I am more than ready; I'm desperate for release. I nod my head and scream out as he bounces me up and down on his cock like I'm nothing, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he thrusts into me with his massive cock. I can feel myself pulsing around his shaft as my body begins to release, and my juices coat him as my pussy tightens even more around his cock. I feel him jerk and begin to release his hot load inside me with a final, animal-like thrust.
“FUCK!” he screams as he fills me up with cum. Once we recover, I lick up the mess I've left on his cock, sucking it clean.
He pulls his slacks up and grabs his briefcase.
“I trust that you will still be here when I get home from work?” He says in more of a declarative tone than that of a question. I just watch him head out the door, still recovering from the best sex of my life.
The Billionaire – Michael
“You might like this.”
I looked up from the textbook I’d had my nose buried in for the last hour. A man stood across from me, holding a book. I read the title and blushed, my cheeks turning slightly crimson. It was a copy of Delta of Venus by Anais Nin.
“How would you know if I even like erotica?” I responded.
He smiled and pulled out a chair, dropping gracefully into it. “Mind if I join you?”
“You already have.”
I couldn’t help but smile at him, at his disarming good looks—brown eyes that made me melt—and at the way he seemed so at ease. At the way he just invited himself into my life. I was pretty sure he wasn’t a professor at the college, and I was damned sure he wasn’t a student. He looked overdressed for a casual visit to the library. Not many students wore what looked like a tailor-made suit.
He reached across the table, flipping the book in front of me closed for a moment, reading the title upside down.
“I think erotica might be more interesting than botany.”
“I’m sure it is. However, botany pays the bills at the moment. I work part-time at the Wallace Estate. They have done an overhaul of the gardens this summer.”
“I know the place. Not a bad gig, if you like getting dirty.” His smile was perfect and disarming, and he had one eyebrow raised. He was mysterious and handsome, and utterly charming … and he was flirting with me.
“Was that innuendo?”
“More like a double entendre.” He leaned back in his chair.
“Touché.” I closed the book.
He flashed me a devilish grin. Something inside of me began to unwind. He was handsome, and I was drawn to him. He possessed the type of charisma and confidence without arrogance that few men have.
He leaned forward, holding my gaze with those deep emerald eyes. “Would you like to get some coffee?”
I looked down at my book, the notes I’d been taking. Suddenly botany seemed pointless and dull.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Michael.” He held out his hand and I took it. The part of me that had come undone unraveled a little further. No guy that looked like this had ever paid any attention to me, to the botany student hiding in the back row of class.
“I’m Lacey. Y-yes, I’d love to grab coffee.” I’d just agreed to blow off an afternoon of classes for an impromptu date with a handsome stranger.
H
e held my hand longer than necessary for a polite greeting, but I didn’t mind. I liked the way I’d gotten a little breathless, a little flustered, and a bit giddy. A few butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach. It was a pleasant sensation.
But the rest of the library patrons were apparently not happy with our little meet-and-greet. A few shot us dirty looks, and one gave us the dreaded librarian’s shush. None of this seemed to bother Michael in the least. He was focused entirely on me.
There was something about this man, aside from his handsome face, that drew me in, made me want to discover all that I possibly could about him. The outside package—dark hair, emerald eyes, chiseled features—probably got him any woman he wanted, but he was here, talking to me. I wanted to know why he was interested in me.
“I know a place. Or…”
He was still holding my hand. Turning it over, palm up, he traced a line across my palm, both of us watching the path he took. I drew in a sharp breath. The feeling of his soft touch gently grazing my skin. It was a tiny movement, a simple gesture, but it had me hooked. He lifted his eyes and met mine.
“My place is just around the corner.”
I blinked in surprise. I was being propositioned. For a minute I was speechless. No one propositioned me, ever. At least I think I was being propositioned. Part of me, a big part, hoped I was right.
He held my gaze, looking at me levelly, waiting for me to decide. I nodded.
“Then coffee it is.”
There was a louder shush from the guy behind us, and Michael shrugged. “Come on. You can be as loud as you want at my place. I’ll bring Ms. Nin along. Maybe you can read out loud to me later.” He let go of my hand and picked up the book.
“Okay.” My face grew hot again as I shoved my books in my bag, feeling like a school girl as I slung it over my shoulder. We stepped into the midday sunshine.
“My car is right here.” A red Ferrari sat at the curb. He held the door open for me and I climbed in. I wasn’t used to the luxury and leather seats, all I knew was my battered little Ford back at campus.
“It’s not far.” We turned left, away from the campus, towards one of the fancier residential areas in town. The library had once been a private home, a former industrialist gone belly up, and the family had donated the house to the city. It was big, but the houses we passed now were true mansions, set back from the street behind hedges, and iron fences and gates.
The conversation on the ride was pretty mundane, Michael asking questions about college, chatting about where I lived, where he’d gone to school. It was an Ivy League school back East, and I was more than a little intimidated.
Finally, he turned down one of the tree-lined driveways of one of the largest homes we’d passed so far.
“This is it.” He said it like we were in the driveway of the ranch with a detached garage on Main Street. But the house he pulled up in front of was anything but ordinary. It was a tall, Gothic-looking building, shaded by huge oaks, surrounded by a manicured lawn and formal gardens. I saw at least two turrets and a gable, and more chimneys than I could count. Along the top of the building was a widow’s walk, something not usually found in our inland city.
“You live here?” I tried not to stare, at the house or at him.
“I do. Family home. Blessing or curse, depending on how you look at it.”
He parked in the drive and we got out. There was a two-story two car garage beside the house, probably originally a carriage house, also strangely wavering between several architectural styles. Something was tickling the back of my mind, something I should know about this place or him, but couldn’t place it.
“It looks beautiful to me.”
“Thanks.” He punched a code into an incongruous keypad by the back door. Catching me watching, he hesitated, his hand on the brass doorknob.
“A concession to modern times. You didn’t memorize the code, did you?” He leaned toward me, the corner of his lips raised in a half-smile. “I’d hate to have you try to break in. I’d rather you came in of your own free will.”
I returned the smile. “I think free will is a good thing.”
“Then come in.” He held the door and I stepped into a state-of-the-art kitchen, artfully disguised in a room that matched the eclectic style of the home. Mentally, I added up the cost of the appliances. I’m not easily swayed by people with money. I’d worked at the Wallace Estate and with other well-off families around town. But this house was amazing.
There was a vaguely nautical theme to the house—subtle, but the more I looked around, the more I saw. Michael was shrugging out of his suit jacket, loosening his tie. He looked relaxed and casual, and utterly sexy.
There was a pile of mail on the counter and I glanced at the envelope at the top of the stack. Then it all clicked. I was standing in the kitchen of the CEO of Sullivan Shipping International. My heart skipped a beat or three. According to TIME, Newsweek, and every business magazine in existence, he was one of the richest men in the country, along with being one of the most reclusive. No one knew much about him, beyond the corporate facade he hid behind. I swallowed hard.
Michael Sullivan had asked me for coffee. Me.
“So, about that coffee...”
He reached out, running a slow hand up my arm. “Or should we jump ahead to reading our book?”
The book was lying on the counter. I glanced at it. “Do you read much erotica? Aloud or otherwise?”
He took a step closer, his hand moving from my arm to caress my neck. “Truthfully, I’m not much for reading. I’m more a man of action.”
His fingers moved to the back of my neck, tightening briefly, then pulled me closer, eyes moving over my face, coming to rest on my mouth. I parted my lips, anticipation flooding through me. But before he kissed me, he hesitated, eyes meeting mine. There was a question there, one I didn’t really understand, but one I knew how to answer. I leaned forward, closed my eyes, and waited.
His lips touched mine, softly, gently, but behind that kiss was a primal power that was hard to miss. The fingers against the nape of my neck moved higher, tangling in my hair, his other hand moving to caress my hip. I let my head fall back, let him hold me while his lips moved over mine, and his tongue explored my mouth.
I lost track of time, of where I was, as the kiss deepened. He was skillful, no doubt, but there was more behind the kiss than just the mechanics of being an expert kisser. There was a depth to the kiss that took my breath away.
When he broke the kiss I stood for a moment, eyes closed, mind blank, but my body on fire.
“Lacey…”
I opened my eyes. “Yeah?”
His smile did nothing to put out the fire that he’d started.
“You’d like to stay here, with me, for a little while, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes, I would.” If staying meant what I think it did, yes, I’d gladly stay. Even if this was a stranger.
“Then come with me.”
He took my hand, leading me through the house, up a wide carpeted staircase. The giddiness inside me threatened to spill over, and I pushed back a sudden wave of giggles. I couldn’t believe it. We were really headed to his bedroom. I imagined dark wood, linen sheets covering a big four-poster bed. This was going to be beyond romantic, and beyond Anais Nin erotic. It was going to be heaven.
The hall seemed to go on forever. Finally, we stopped outside a heavy, dark, wooden door. Michael was still holding my hand and he turned, looking down at me.
“I’m glad you decided to stay, Lacey. Really glad.” He kissed my cheek, then reached out and opened the door. “Come on in.”
I stepped over the threshold, Michael behind me. I heard the click of the door latch. The room was dim, and it took me a minute to realize the bed was in the middle of the room. He flicked on the light.
“This is your bedroom?” I turned, just in time to see him pulling a key from the lock on the door, tucking it into his pocket. Or at least that’s what I thought I saw. But t
hen he was moving away from the door.
“It’s not where I sleep, except when I do.” He moved past me into the room. There was a huge cabinet set against the wall and he opened the doors. I couldn’t help but look over his shoulder.
“Oh, my God.” I stared at the contents of the cabinet. The only things I recognized were handcuffs. The rest of the contents were a jumble of leather, white ropes, and things with spikes.
Michael was watching me intently. I turned to him, open-mouthed, unable to get any of the thoughts in my head into words.
“What are you thinking?” He reached in, pulling out a long length of white silk. It made a soft slithering sound. He took my wrist, wrapping the fabric around me.
“You tie women up?”
“Does it excite you?”
I fingered the silk. It was soft, and beautiful. Slowly I wrapped the silk around my other wrist. I looked up into Michael’s eyes. “It does.”
The look he gave me betrayed a hint of relief. He reached for me, pulling me into his arms. “I need you to trust me, okay? Can you do that?”
I nodded.”
“Good. Get undressed.”
I stared for a moment, but he made no move to touch me. He took the silk from me, and I pulled my T-shirt over my head, undid the snap and zipper on my jeans and stepped out of them, standing in front of him in my bra and panties. His eyes never left my body as I removed the final bits of clothing. Then, he took my hand, leading me to the bed in the middle of the room.
“Lie down. Let me do what I need to do.”
I climbed onto the bed, lying on my back. I expected him to join me, but something in his demeanor had changed. He seemed detached, almost distant. Silently, he took one hand, wrapped a loop of silk around my wrist, and then tied it to the bed. He repeated the same process with the other hand, then with my ankles. I tugged at the restraints. I could bend my legs, pull my knees up, but I was securely tied down. A brief but intense wave of panic washed through me. I was naked, tied to a bed, in the house of someone I’d just met. Somehow this should be all wrong. But somehow, it was where I wanted to be.