Cunning Linguist: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I bite on my lower lip as my fingers touch his cock. Moving slowly, I flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch, a pleasant warmness spreading from my hand to the rest of my body as I feel the steady pulse of his shaft. I curl my fingers around his shaft, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his thickness. How big is he? Twelve inches? Yeah, that must be it, and I might be lowballing it. I’ve never felt a cock as big as his, and I can barely wait to see what something so huge can do.

  “Don’t tell me you’re surprised,” he asks me and, even though I’m not looking into his face, I can tell that he has a wide grin on his lips.

  “It’s so… big,” I whisper, finally raising my head so that I can meet his eyes.

  “And you still haven’t seen anything,” he says, softly running his fingers through my hair. Turning my attention back to his cock, I let go of it and take my hands to his belt. I unbuckle it and then take it out from its loops, allowing it to slip from my fingers and onto the floor. Carefully, I undo the top button on his pants and then pull his zipper down; his cock pushes back against his dark boxer briefs, hitting my hand, and my heart skips a beat as I feel it.

  I press my hand against it but, at the same time, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs. I pull them down inch by inch, and then I hold my breath as the fabric goes over his shaft. His cock springs free in half a heartbeat, and I can’t help but let my jaw hang open as I finally see his cock.

  There’s a hint of pre-cum glistening on its tip, but the first thought that crossed my mind is a simple one: he’s gigantic. And that’s putting it lightly. His cock is so thick that I’ll probably have to use both my hands just to grab it, and I have no idea how it’s going to fit inside me. And it’s length, oh God. I seriously doubt that, if I somehow manage to fit his cock inside of my mouth, that I’ll be able to get his entire shaft in.

  “Go on,” he says, and I finally reach for his cock with both of my hands, curling my fingers around his shaft. Without even blinking, I start moving my hands up and down, stroking him. I peel one hand off his shaft, and I take it down to his balls, cupping them and feeling their weight against the palm of my hand. Even his balls are huge, almost the size of tennis balls—and heavier. It seems that everything in Aidan is plus sized.

  Anxiety spreads its wings inside of me, but I just push it off to the back of my mind and start leaning in. I part my lips right before I touch the tip of his cock and, using only the tip of my tongue, I touch him and let his raw flavor inundate me at once. Delicious? That doesn’t even begin to describe it. He tastes like power and dominance, the salty flavor of a rare breed of men. I write my male characters as idealized versions of men, but Aidan makes even fictional characters pale in comparison.

  “Delicious,” I purr at him, looking up. He smiles, tangling his fingers in my hair, and I open my mouth and go down. Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I close my eyes and let his raw flavor blanket my mind. Without even thinking if it’s possible or not, I start rolling my lips down his shaft, pushing myself to go deeper than I’ve ever gone before.

  I stop when I feel its tip pressed against the back of my throat, but Aidan doesn't’ allow me to go back. With his hands on my head, he holds me in place, and I have no other option but to push through. I go as deep as I can, this time only stopping when I feel my lips touching the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I open my eyes, surprised that I somehow managed to fit his whole cock inside of my mouth. Seriously, this is a miracle.

  “Good girl,” he says in an amused tone, “seems like you know what you’re doing.” He eases the pressure of his fingers on my head, and I slide his cock out of my mouth, taking a deep breath and realizing that my jaw is burning from the effort.

  Grinning wildly, I grab his cock and angle it down, pointing it straight at my mouth. I lunge at him, opening my mouth as much as I can and allowing his cock to roll over my tongue. Wasting no time, I start to bob my head back and forth as fast I can, my lips on his shaft making a maddening wet sound.

  My hand is still wrapped around his cock, so I’m stroking him while sucking, my hand and mouth working in unison. He still has his fingers tangled in my hair, but he’s only feeling the sway of my head and not dictating the pace; I guess that means he’s actually enjoying it. I do know what I’m doing, but with a man like Aidan you gotta wonder… He’s probably been with so many women that only the best satisfies him. He’s a connoisseur of women.

  “I love your tight mouth,” he groans, derailing my train of thought. “I can’t wait to see how tight your pussy is too.”

  “Then why don’t you take it?” I ask him, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him with a lewd grin. Without saying a word, he curls his fingers around my wrist and pulls me up to my feet. Moving fast, he grabs the bunched up dress around my waist and pushes it down my legs. I’m almost about to bend over to take my high heels off when he stops me.

  “No, these stay on,” he says, and then pushes me back until my ass is against his couch. Hooking his fingers on my hips, he makes me turn around and I grab at the edge of the couch to support myself, thrusting my ass back at him by instinct.

  I feel his cock right between my ass cheeks again, but this time there’s just my thong between us, and I have a feeling that my thong is about to come off as well. Breathing in, I start moving my hips up and down and from side to side, grinding against Aidan’s cock in complete abandonment. His thickness pulses against my flesh harshly, and I tremble as I imagine it sliding past my soaked folds, stretching me wide enough to break me in half.

  “I want you…” I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent, a thick layer of lust covering them.

  “Say it then,” he replies in a single breath. “What do you want me for, Abby? Say it.”

  “I… I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, and just saying it makes me even wetter. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I continue, and it sounds like a confession. Since the first time I laid eyes on him that I wanted to see how hard he could fuck me. I guess I’m about to find out.

  “That’s good, because I also want to fuck you as hard as I can,” he shoots back, grabbing at the string of fabric lacing my waist, and tugging my thong down my legs. I bite my lips as I feel the fabric sliding out from between my ass cheeks, and I suddenly feel naked and exposed—and, screw it, it feels amazing.

  I close my eyes as, grabbing his cock, he starts brushing it up and down the length of my ass crack. Driven insane by lust, I thrust back against him once more, swaying my hips wildly and grinding his thickness. I can’t wait to have him inside of me, and it looks like he has read my mind; taking a step back, he pushes his cock down and slides it right between my thighs, its tip against my drenched folds.

  “Do it,” I say, but he remains frozen in place, his hands now back on my hips.

  “I want to hear you beg,” he tells me, and the anticipation inside of me grows so much that I almost stop breathing.

  “Please, Aidan, just fuck me. Please,” I beg, surrendering. Whatever he tells me to do, if that means I’ll get to experience his cock inside of my pussy, I’ll do it. No questions asked. “Please, I’ll do anything,” I repeat, just for good measure.

  “I’ll remember that,” he whispers, and I know that he’ll really remember it. I’ve made a deal with the devil just now, and I have no regrets. Holding his end of the bargain, Aidan digs his fingertips into my hips and then thrusts.

  For a fraction of a second, I feel nothing as his cock slides inside of me. Then it hits me all at once; it’s as if his flesh is made of fire, and his shaft is burning everything on the way in. My nerve endings feel as if they’ve been scorched, and I open my mouth to speak but not words come out.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside of me. I wince as I feel his shaft move, his cock so thick that I can even feel his pulse inside of me. I still don’t know how in the world he managed to slide his cock inside my pussy, but I don’t c
are. All that matters now is that the warm-up is done: it’s time we move on to real business.

  “This is going to be fun,” he says as he slides his cock out until only its tip is in me. Thrusting hard right from the start, he builds up the rhythm in a matter of seconds. My eyes are still closed, and I don’t think I could force my eyelids up even if I tried; my mouth’s hanging open, and soft short breaths are falling out from between my lips.

  “It’s… so… good… so… fucking… good…” I moan between breaths, curling my fingers so tightly around the edge of the couch that my knuckles have turned white. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass fill his whole living room, and that’s the only sound my brain can process right now.

  “We’re just starting,” he tells me, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks and thrusting so hard that I almost tumble over the edge of the couch. He keeps on thrusting like that, mercilessly, my body swaying back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me.

  “Harder,” I find myself saying, and I almost laugh at my own stupidity. Harder? If he fucks me any harder than this, he’ll have to carry me out of his apartment in a wheelchair. But, instead of dismissing what I just said, he fulfills my request; grabbing me by the hips, he slams his body into mine, his cock stabbing my insides repeatedly.

  My moans turn into one violent scream, my vocal chords working to exhaustion as the sound of my voice explodes in the air. Every single muscle in my body is tensing up like wire, and it feels like someone doused me in gasoline and then lit a match.

  “Oh God!” I cry out, one lone tear streaming down my face as shards of pleasure prickle my muscles from the inside out. “I’m going to --” I start to say, but I don’t finish my sentence. Before that happens, a violent shiver goes up my spine and explodes in my brain. My muscles start to spasm and, losing all of the strength in my limbs, I bend over the couch and just hang there by my stomach as I come my brains out.

  He keeps on thrusting as scream after scream leaves my throat, my voice growing raspy with each passing second. By the time he starts easing up his pace, I’m a quivering mess. He slides his cock out of my pussy and, somehow, I find enough strength in my arms to push myself up to my feet. What the hell was that? That wasn’t sex, that was… Something else entirely. Something better.

  “You were telling the truth… I’m not going to forget this anytime soon,” I whisper as I turn around to meet his gaze.

  “You’re an easy woman to please,” he grins. “There’s a whole lot more to show you,” he says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. More? MORE? Oh God, have mercy on me.

  “Then show me,” I say, and he takes one step toward me and picks me up from the floor, carrying my limp body in his arms, the ropes of muscles in his arms bulging. He walks across the living room and takes me to a closed door; he pushes it open with his shoulder, and I feel my insides clenching as I see the king-size bed dominating his bedroom.

  He lays me down on the mattress and I just lie there, looking up at him as if it’s the first time I’m seeing him. Who is he, really? I thought that he was just another asshole too full of himself because he has abs, a pronounced chin, and a cock big enough to play baseball with. And, yeah, he’s all these things, but there’s more to him than meets the eye.

  “There you are, thinking again,” he tells me, and I smile at his words.

  “Make me stop then,” I say, reaching for his cock and curling my fingers around it. I start stroking him right away, but he just grabs my wrist and forces me to stop. I peel my fingers off of his shaft as he climbs on top of the bed and between my legs. Placing his hands on my knees, he spreads my legs wide and then pushes me on my shoulders until I’m lying down, and he’s on top of me.

  Grabbing his cock by the root, he guides it home; I tremble slightly as I feel its tip once again over my pussy lips, and I cross my legs on his lower back as he starts sliding it in. He drives his cock as deep as he can, and I let out a rough scream as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive length. It’s hard to wrap my mind around how big he is—well, my mind and my fingers. Even the characters in my books don’t have cocks like these.

  “Oh, fuck, this is so good,” I say, making a mighty effort to open my eyelids. I look into his eyes, grinning as he rocks his body against mine. His cock goes in and out of me like a piston, and I keep my legs laced on his back just in case he wants to run away.

  “You shouldn’t be surprised,” he tells me, smiling, and I notice a few drops of sweat glistening on his forehead. “I always mean what I say.” Well, I guess he’s right about that; he told me he’d show me a good fucking, and here I am now, having the best sex of my entire life.

  My eyelids droop again as I feel that electric feeling raging inside me again; I take my fingers to his shoulder blades and, clawing at his hard muscles, I grit my teeth and prepare for what’s coming. That feeling rises from my pussy and travels all the way up to my brain, moving slowly and burning everything on the way up. It feels like there are a thousand needles prickling my skin, and all I want to do is scream until my vocal chords just give up and snap.

  “Fuck,” I exhale, throwing my head back and rake my fingernails across his back hard enough to draw blood. I arch my back, fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids, and I scream loud enough to shatter glass. I keep on screaming as my pussy becomes tighter and tighter around his cock, my inner lips acting like a vice. Still, he keeps on pistoning into me until my voice becomes weaker than a faint breeze, my whole body suddenly becoming limp.

  I collapse on top of the mattress, limbs sprawled to the side, and Aidan finally stops. He kneels between my legs, a devious grin on his face, and he looks into my eyes.

  “How’s that for inspiration?” he asks me, and a weak smile dances on my lips. It might sound corny as hell, but after being with Aidan I think that my sex scenes are going to become way better than they've ever been.

  “I definitely feel inspired,” I laugh gently, propping myself up on one elbow and reaching for his cock with one hand. Grabbing his thick shaft, I take a deep breath and then I start stroking him, my hand flying up and down over his length.

  “Looks like it,” he groans, closing his eyes as I start moving even faster. Using my free hand, I cup both his balls and caress them, feeling them heavy and ready to unleash hell on me, which sounds exactly like what I want to happen.

  “Come,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. “Come for me. Come over me,” I clarify, grinning like a madwoman. I don’t know if my words strike a chord, or if it’d happen anyway, but his cock spasms harshly against my fingers. Two mores strokes and his whole body tenses up, the deep lines between his abs becoming more pronounced as every muscle in his body seems to bulge.

  “Fuck,” he groans again, a long strand of thick cum gushing out from the tip of his cock and hitting me right between my breasts. I keep on stroking him as he comes, and he unleashes a fountain of semen over my naked skin.

  “Yes, that’s it,” I moan as I feel his juices dripping down my skin and making their way to between my thighs. Hell bent on stroking him until he’s done, I can’t stop myself from being amazed at the ungodly amount of cum he seems to hold inside his body. He gushes it into me like a fountain, painting me in white, and I feel my skin prickling as I feel his gooey strands coating my skin.

  “Fuck,” he repeats, his cock spasming one final time against my fingers. A few drops drip from its tip and go over my knuckles, and I finally let go of his cock. I throw myself back, falling on top of the mattress and feeling completely exhausted. I’m breathing hard, looking up at the ceiling as my lungs strain against my ribcage, working tirelessly to make me feel like a regular human being again.

  But he isn’t done. Not yet.

  I look down my body as I feel his touch on my pussy, and my mind almost explodes as I see him with his head right between my thighs, his lips wrapped around my drenched folds. He uses his tongue to scoop whatever cum has made its way down there, and then he run
s it up, licking my cum-coated skin. He comes up all the way to between my tits, and then takes a detour to my right nipple. Sucking on it, he circles my rosy tip once and then twice, and then moves back to my left one.

  I pant as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on mine, suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I can’t believe we’re doing this. By the time he traces the contour of my chin with his tongue, my lips are already parted and waiting for his kiss.

  I tremble as I feel his lips on mine, the salty flavor of his cum flooding me. Pushing my tongue inside his mouth, I use it to wrestle against his, strands of cum dripping from his mouth and into mine. When I pull back from his kiss, my heart skips a beat as I notice the cum glistening in his lips. Is this really happening? Maybe I’m asleep and this is just a dream. But no, the soreness in my muscles tells me that this is very real.

  Finally down, Aidan sighs loudly and rolls to the side, lying down on the mattress by my side. We just lay there, catching our breath and staring up at the ceiling as time passes us by.

  Maybe this project with Aidan is exactly what I need to get back up on my feet. Or down on my knees; I’m not sure if after this I’ll be able to focus for the necessary amount of time to get some writing done.

  Aidan

  The window blinds have a kink in them, and in its space, a single blade of sunlight hits me right across the eyes, jolting me awake. I roll over and rub them with my fist, and then I see her—Abby.

  She somehow looks even hotter than the night before … maybe it's because we're both still completely naked, or maybe it's the way her blonde hair cascades down across her shoulders and reaches the tip of one exposed breast. I can't help but smile. I normally don't stick around after I've fucked a woman, but Abby's … well, she's different. There isn't anything in me that is telling me to flee. No red flags. No panic button.

  I tap my phone on and look at the time.

  Fuck. It's already a quarter past 8, and I'm late for my Skype call with CJ. Sure enough, as soon as this realization dawns on me, my phone vibrates with an incoming text message.