The Billionaire Bastard: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Hart, Romi

  She bellows to the wilderness, no one to hear her or limit her passions. She nods, shaking her hair wildly, letting me know she wants it. She needs it. She wants to cum from her ass and the very idea fills me with a dizzying high.

  All we’ve been saying is gibberish, grunting and quiet chanting, our animalistic sounds dominating this conversation. But we both knew what we wanted.

  I spread her asscheeks apart so I can see her crack, her hole and her open pussy lips, and pink labia. As I turn her slightly sideways, I can even see her hairy mound twitching with excitement.

  She’s tired of speaking, tired of saying a word. She can’t dominate me…she WANTS me. She wants me to train her and take possession of her. Make love to her, hard fuck her just the way I know she likes it. She gets off on me telling her body how to feel, and commanding her every sensation.

  The idea of me commanding her is what makes her crave the intimacy we have.

  And every time I see her nude body writhing in ecstasy, I feel only more determination to be her teacher, her savior, her friend and lover. I pull out of her ass so I can softly rub my head across her cheeks, and melding my precum with her pussy juices which are flowing.

  This time I slip a condom on, so eager to protect my love from a nasty and not fun infection. I tease her at first, barely penetrating her lips with my head and then pulling out, always watching her reaction—demanding her body react to me.

  She whispers YES every time I tease her, waiting impatiently for my new order. Waiting for me to fill her up and use her the way she wants.

  I penetrate deeply into her pussy this next thrust, slowly at first, letting her feel my length. I let her enjoy the sensation, caressing her every fold and crevice. She sighs as she feels my cock length slip in, deeper and deeper, my long shaft filling in every pussy crevice just like I did to her ass.

  Cooing in excitement, she spreads her legs a little more to accommodate me.

  I look ravenously at her bouncing ass, my member still deeply buried into her pussy hole. I try to squeeze out, just for the fun of it, just to enhance the experience, but I can’t even pull out! She’s gripping me hard and making sure I feel the intensity of her clutch.

  “Yes! Yes hold me down! Yes. Fuck me. Hold me down and fuck me!”

  “Yeees!” I groan in heavy passion. She squirms and fights against my powerful arms and with every shift we both feel my cock go deeper.

  She tries in vain to break loose from my grasp and loves the sensation it leaves her in that twisting pussy—steamy and dripping, boiling over with her cunt honey.

  Denise smiles as she watches me from behind, hard-fucking her without mercy.

  “I want it. I need it. Make me cum against my will. Make me lose control.”

  “Yeah hit it harder…fuck all my holes, baby…” she groans in respect, too excited and flooded to stop now.

  I climb on top of her, still riding her pussy and smacking into her ass. I push in deeper, my small patch of pubic hair rubbing against her delicate skin. My face burrowing into her back. My cock so deeply buried.

  She chokes in excitement and pants, as she puts her hands on her ass.

  She gives me the idea and so I start smacking away, spanking her for every time I thrust. She moans out loudly every time I plunge deeper and every time her pussy walls grip me in tight. Her pussy is spasming and ready to gush.

  But to my surprise she has another request.

  “Take the condom off.”

  “No, I can’t do that!” I laugh.

  “I don’t care. Take it off. Take my ass or my pussy I don’t care.”

  She begins heaving and crying out as I take my cock out and remove the condom. I rhythmically start fucking her tight ass again, building up speed and pushing in every last inch of his cock base until I’m deep inside her anal cavity.

  I start groaning hard and loud, looking right into her butt crack, realizing my dick is filling her ass up! She takes a deep breath and then bears down, taking all of my cock up her ass and then spasming hard, just as I pound her deepest and most mysterious spot.

  She feels an erotic sense of fear and tenses her whole body, especially her ass, which squeezes my already sensitive cock like a vice. She’s not sure how hard she’s going to cum, or how much it may hurt. She doesn’t even care where I’m going to cum.

  My cock is thrusting hard and fast, inevitably reaching the point of no return. Her tight and warm ass begins contracting and yanking me around from the inside. She’s so excited and this close to coming she can’t help but clench her ass tighter, swallowing up my cock and doubling the pressure of penetration. I’m so deep in her I can’t even pull myself out—not like this! Not while I’m this big!

  I begin groaning hard, reaching around grabbing her tits as savagely as I ride her, struggling to hold onto something more.

  “Make me feel it. Give it to me!” she says shutting her eyes and concentrating on every slide and thrust.

  I watch her crumble in front of me, her body barely able to stand and falling from the intensity of her orgasm. I throttle her body some more, falling down onto her flesh, sweating on her body, licking whatever I can find as my lips land.

  Denise screams in ecstasy and pants as I breathe all over her neck and shoulders. I put my hand around her face and she bites down on my finger, venting and taking it all like a good girl.

  “God! Oh God!” she cries in worship, until I put my fingers in her mouth shutting her up and gagging her, giving her no other choice but to come as hard as she can and as quietly as she can, suffering every wondrous wave.

  “Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!” she mutters over my fingers, biting them as she finishes cumming and squirting my balls—since I’m still deep in her ass.

  I pull out…

  But she springs into action, taking my cock back into her bare pussy and shocking my senses! Still not enough to satiate her, her wet pussy bumps and grinds against my shooting cock, giving ME nowhere else to go this time, but deeper and sharper into her flooding cunt. It’s dirty, not very hygienic, but hell it’s filthy just like we want it. No rules, no inhibitions.

  Every spurt of my cum rocks her pussy, twirling her mind in circles and sending gentle sparks of pleasure from her toes all the way to her blushing face.

  “Oh God yes—give me your cum! Cum inside of me!” she says as I finish unloading my sperm into her unprotected dirty pussyhole. I shoot everything I have into her, rubbing her scalp and trying to calm down from the dizzying rush.

  We both lost count of how many times I spurted inside. Each one was steaming hot, wet and gushing. All I know now is our bodies are covered in sweat, which only adds to all the slippery fluids we created in this demented fuck-a-thon of an affair.

  Even after I came, my body continued to crash against hers like an ocean wave or an earthquake. I only stopped fucking her when my dick goes completely flaccid. I pull out slowly, dripping fluids all over her body, not caring just how dangerous our reckless sex life has become…unprotected sex, and yet not a worry in the world.

  Oh God, she barely pants aloud and then repeats the statement. She watches me in astonishment, trying to slow down her breathing and not faint from exhaustion. She’s too fried in the brain to soak in the afterglow, too dizzy with drunken smiles to even discuss what went down. Only her frantic breathing is heard throughout the wilderness.

  We both slowed down to a mutual gasp after a few long, wordless moments. All I can do is take my hands off her body out of respect for her privacy. But…I’m already missing her touch.

  After our wild “trek” into perversity, we settled down and rested on the cool ground, naked and buzzing with happiness. We really couldn’t keep our hands off each other, even if it was just a grope and a grab of afterglow, just for that one moment of intimacy.

  God knows neither of us knew what “this” meant. Maybe it worries us both to talk about it. All I know is that after I drifted to sleep, still spending the night between her intoxicating breasts, is that I had
never felt more at peace and more at home than on that night. In fact, when I woke up hours later, I had a mild panic attack at the thought that I was probably going to have to say goodbye to Denise again.

  I flipped out, screamed, sweat and cried…all in one or two seconds. In fact, I never uttered a sound, so I never woke her up. She lay peacefully beside me, for another two hours, giving me plenty of time to think about my past, present and future.

  I waited until she woke up, sighed, and kissed me good morning. And then, the poor dear, I just unraveled. I lost my mind, I lost all control over my emotions and I just smacked her hard in the face.

  Well, figuratively speaking of course. I would never hurt Denise, except when it comes to expressing my honest feelings. But lose my shit…yeah it’s safe to say I did.

  “I told you I would come back for you,” I say, fighting tears, and watching Denise as she tears up listening to my silly rambling. “I never told you to wait, because god knows a woman as perfect as you should never wait. But I knew the timing wasn’t right.”

  “I didn’t care about timing,” she says, but this time I talk over her.

  “But I did. You deserved me at my BEST, Denise. Not at my worst, not at my lowest ebb. I wanted to be a better man before I called myself worthy of you. I wanted to make sure that I purged myself of all my past and all those painful memories before exposed them to you. Love, you know, it’s like a plant. You bring old love and old memories prematurely into another ecosystem, another person’s life, it can be destructive. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to hurt you, anymore more than I already did.”

  “You never hurt me,” Denise says. “Even at your very worst, you never hurt me. That’s why I loved you. You were unlike any other man I’ve ever met in that way.”

  “I can’t stop wanting to be a part of your life. I know you have a job, hell, you might even have a boyfriend already.”

  “Girlfriend,” she corrects me. “Lesbian orgies all the time in the office. That’s what happens when you make CEO.”

  I laugh. “Well there you go. I just wanted to give you this…”

  I bring out my box of chocolates and a half dozen roses, which I carefully hid in my second suitcase for just the perfect timing. “But if by some small chance, I occupy any microscopic piece of your heart, I wanted to ask you out the right way.”

  Denise laughs and blinks her tears away as I offer her my gift.

  “You know I always have a good time with you,” she says in a guarded way. I fear a rejection is coming. I bite my lip and brace myself for the punishment I deserve. “But…I have a job. I have a career. And dammit, I waited for you Simeon so long…”

  “I know.”

  “And you just…”

  “Well, I guess this won’t sweeten the deal…but I might as well put all my cards on the table and get rejected properly.”

  Chapter 14

  Denise

  Simeon reaches into his wallet and pulls out a tiny little sack. And there it is, lo and behold, the most beautiful wedding ring I’ve ever seen in my life! Not too big or shameless, but by god, the diamonds were so bright and flawless. I don’t think it cost him a fortune…I think he really just fell in love with the design and the patterns of the stones…just like I am right now.

  I burst into tears as he takes me by the hand and kisses me tenderly…right before unburdening himself with years of suppressed love.

  “I know I don’t deserve you. But you’re the only woman I’ve truly wanted, for twelve years and counting. You’re tougher, smarter and more principled than any man or woman I’ve ever met. But I love you and I’ve always loved you.”

  I shake my head…how can I possibly turn him away? Even if saying yes is against everything I believe in and have worked so hard to earn?

  He talks over me and shakes his head in objection before I can even speak.

  “I know you have a job, a great job, you’re a fantastic woman. And I wouldn’t dream of kidnapping you from a wonderful life you’ve built for yourself. But I think I’d make a fantastic househusband, Denise.”

  I laugh hard and wipe my tears away.

  “Whether you want me to stay put in my castle and fly home every weekend just to see you, or if you want me curling up on your sofa in your apartment…whatever you want, I’ll be there for you. You’re one in a billion. I’m asking you to be my wife.”

  “I’m…”

  “And uh, just so you know, I’ll pay for my own dinners.”

  I snort laugh again. “Can you still afford it? Since you’re not working?”

  “Just barely, yeah,” he nods. “Say yes and make me the happiest sad sack in the world. Unless there’s someone else?”

  I stare at him.

  “And if there is, I don’t care. I’ll steal you away from him. No one loves you as much as I do, or has loved you as long as I’ve loved you.”

  I shake my head and hum in disapproval. “The truth is, Simeon, there is someone else.” I smile big and raise my chin, teasing him to the very end. “There’s this one guy, this mad crazy guy who loves me unconditionally and would do anything for me, even if it was naughty and nasty, and selfish, and at the expense of my poor sweet husband.”

  “Meh, your husbands are usually jerks anyway.”

  “Can’t argue that,” I nod again. “And well, there’s this other guy. Who’s always been bound by a code of honor. He respects me. He loves me, and has loved me so long. He would never hurt me or anyone, because he’s bound by his ethical principles. He’s the man I love. The other guy is the man I lust. How can I ever choose between both sides of Simeon Hollock? The bad boy and the nice guy, the perfect package?

  He smiles back at me, ear to ear, understanding my answer is yes and always has been yes for the last two years.

  “And rich too!” he says.

  “Oh yeah right because I’m all about mooching off rich guys, you know, pulling in only a paltry $13 million a year.”

  “Damn I’m making you pay for everything!”

  “I will always be waiting for you…” I say, right before biting down and stopping myself from crying again. “Whenever you’re ready, always ready to love you…my answer is and always will be Yes.”

  He reaches over and kisses me, the light of love in his eyes, never brighter. He loves me yesterday, today and tomorrow. This is what real love feels like and I truly feel like one in a billion.

  To celebrate, we decided to leave the wilderness and his constructive hobby of rock climbing behind and go to the museum. It was a surprising quirk of Mister Hollock’s, that he liked such classy things and yet was a complete kinkster behind closed doors. He made small talk in between discussing great exhibits, like paintings from the 1700s in Vienna. Even worse, he talked like he wanted to “buy” some of the artifacts to keep in his house. Oh god!

  “I like paintings that ‘feel’,” he said. “Every face, every suggested expression is so vivid. It doesn’t just imitate life, it tells us what to look for. It feels for us, it helps us to feel. It communicates something profound. An abstract feeling of love. Something we all experience because of that emotion, in the artist, at that moment. It leaves me with an amazing feeling in my gut. I want it to grow. To bloom, to inspire others.”

  “I want to inspire you,” I tell him. “And I want you to feel that way about me.”

  “Beauty inspires me. And you are beautiful,” he tells me. “But it’s not just lust I feel. I’ve never felt anything more intense. A longing to take you to bed every night, to kiss you goodnight, to care for you when you’re sick, to make love constantly, and pique your mind every night until you’re all talked out. I need you in my life. Constantly. Ever after. You’re in my heart.”

  It may be true what they say, that every love story must have a happy ending. For Simeon, he resisted his happily ever after ending. But maybe somehow, the lack of perfection in his story, OUR story, made sense. He was, after all, a flawed man. For him, love wasn’t so simple. It had to
be real. It has to be true.

  The saddest moments of his life were when he thought he lost me. Or when he felt he disappointed someone else. The realization though that we loved each other…that was a breath of fresh air and a nice breeze on a cold winter’s night.

  Oh sure, there will always be villains and heroes in works of fiction. But what matters is that we are still together, we are still boldly defying the odds, and still allowing ourselves to stay in love…even though he’s rich, I’m rich, and we both have tons of baggage.

  The truth is, he never left me. I never left him. We needed each other and we found each other, thanks to serendipity and a little persistence…well from Zander, Simeon’s best bud. It’s funny the way friends are there for you…even in the worst times of distress.

  We decided to get married in Paris, as Simeon had an almost religious obsession with the city of romance. We spent a small fortune, just to stay a month, ordering everything, trying everything, and seeing museums and artifacts of forgotten eras.

  I wish I could say that everyone was “on board” with our wedding.

  But wouldn’t you know it, my boss, half the female staff at the office, Zander, and Chrissy all had qualms about us getting married so soon…ironically, since we had known each other for over 10 years and dated exclusively for two years!

  But who cares…maybe they’re all just jealous of true love…especially when the love bug bites two of the most unlikely people.

  He wrote his own vows, naturally, and spoke them at our wedding. Funny thing is, I know how much he loved me. And I know that once or twice, he explained to me how much he loves me and it hurt him to have to say it out loud. Which is why I encouraged him to keep the vows simple and not too much from the heart. When he shared with me, it was private. It was far more intimate and glorious than sex.

  “All I can tell you is the truth. I’m crazy about you, Denise. You’re the sexiest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever met in my life. You inspire me. I create worlds of fiction just to understand you. Before I met you, nothing was real. It was all fabrication, angst. When I met you, I truly was inspired. You taught me how good sex can be…more importantly, you taught me how real romance felt and how it’s not just there…it changes lives. It carries us away to new parts of the globe, bringing us on new adventures we could never imagine. You are my gem, my honor, and my reason for being.