First Comes Love: A Billionaires, Brides, and Babies Romance

by Alexis Angel

  With my fingers tightly curled around his cock, I brush his tip against my labia, softly swaying my hips from side to side. I’ve been awake for less than five minutes and I already have his cock on my pussy - I really can’t ask for more.

  Before I can even process what he’s doing, he cups my ass and, in a swift motion, lifts me up. I place both my arms over his neck as I cross my legs and hold him close, his thick glans pushing against my folds and slowly sliding inside of me. I close my eyes as I feel his long thickness straining against my inner walls, lazy waves of pleasure lapping at my still half-asleep mind.

  As his cock goes as deep as it can possibly go, he takes one big step forward and pins me against the wall. I open my eyes and, looking over his shoulder at the NY city skyline, I can’t help but allow my smile of pleasure to turn into a devious grin - not long ago I was just a virgin and now… Now here I am, having sex with a more than perfect man on an open balcony, where anyone with a good pair of binoculars can watch every single movement that we do. And the amazing thing is that I don’t even care about it.

  If anything, it only adds to the thrill.

  I start to rock my hips, slightly moving back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me. I bite hard on my lower lip, each stroke of his like a nail of pleasure being hammered on my brain. The bustling sounds of the city fade away as he pounds me, his movements a silent symphony that overwhelms all of my senses. He keeps going like that until all of my thoughts simply vanish, my whole body a slave to the ecstasy he inflicts on me.

  Before I even know it, I’m burying my fingernails on his back, my pussy tightening around his cock as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I grit my teeth, clawing at the taut muscles on his back as I climax, every nerve ending in my body bursting into sweet flames of delight.

  He puts me down with a grin, the look on his eyes telling me that there’s more to come. But before he has the chance to do anything, I grab his hand and drag him inside the room. Of course, he only allows himself to be led when he wants to… As it is, he doesn’t even let me get him to the mattress: he pushes me against one of the bedroom walls, pressing his chest against my back. I put both hands on the wall and jut my ass at him, anticipating what’s to come.

  A hard moan bursts out of my lips as I feel him pressing his tip against my pussy, slowly sliding it inside of me once more. He starts slow and gentle, but soon enough his rhythm becomes wild and savage, his thighs slapping at my buttocks in a frenzy as he rams his cock deep inside of me without any kind of mercy. And, by God, do I love it!

  I don’t even realize what I’m doing as I grab his cock and make him pull out of me; I turn to him in a flash, grabbing his hair as I press my mouth against his, savoring his lips as if there wasn’t anything more important than it in the whole world. As fiercely as me, he grabs my hair and forces my head back; I close my eyes as he kisses my neck, one hand of his grabbing at my breasts over the top of my pajamas. Guided by instinct, I lift my arms up and he immediately responds by taking the shirt off of my body.

  I try not to, but it’s impossible - I moan loudly as he wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking on it as he takes his hand and presses one finger against my clit. My whole body is burning with desire, and I can’t help but desperately want him inside of me, to kiss him all over... I put both my hands on his chest and I surprise myself as I push him against the wall, pressing my body against his as I kiss him with an intensity I didn’t even know lived inside of me.

  At first his eyes widen, a look of surprise as I jump on him; but then he grins at me, mischievousness all over his face. He kisses me back, a devastating fire behind his lips. I claw at his back as he grabs my arms and takes his turn, pushing me through the door and pinning me against the wall of the hallway as he holds me tight. Before I know it, we’re kissing, fighting and tumbling into the living room, our bodies dancing and yearning for sweet pleasure.

  He grabs me by the waist and, using the untamable strength of his muscle bound arms, turns me around and bends me over the leather couch. I don’t even have enough time to close my eyes and grit my teeth - in half a second he’s on me, one hand grabbing me by the hair while the other rests on my lower back, his cock sliding inside of me in a single stroke. This time I don’t moan. Oh no, this time I scream. It’s simply impossible for me not to scream - his thick and pulsing member inside of me is making me boil, erasing every trace of rationality and forcing it to give way to maddening lust.

  “Don’t --” I start to speak as I feel my whole body tensing, but he doesn’t need me to tell him what to do. One syllable out of my mouth and he quickens his pace, each thrust of his picking up speed. I grab the edge of the couch hard, pushing my ass back at him as he ravages my body. “Oh my God!”

  I shake and tremble as my own soul shatters and explodes, pleasure coursing through me almost too violently. But still, he doesn’t ease up - he keeps thrusting and thrusting, coming at me until I can feel his own body ready to burst.

  His cock starts spasming then and, in an instant, his warm juices start to fill me up. My body is still shaking in ecstasy as he keeps gushing his load, each spasm of his cock sending shivers up and down my spine. I stay still until I hear his hard breathing against my neck, his semen starting to drip down my legs.

  He pulls out of me then and, breathing in, I turn to him.

  “Now this is how you start your day,” he says with a wink and a grin. I smile back at him, my heart fluttering lightly inside my chest.

  Oh, how I wish I could start every single day of my life like this.

  My entire body is tingling by the time Derrick’ Bentley drops me off in Times Square in front of the News of the Times building. My mind is in some kind of a daze. Has that ever happened to you?

  OMG. I’m not trying to be like passive aggressive and all. What I meant was that this feeling is so insane. I mean less than three months ago I was a virgin! So that’s why I was asking.

  I honestly think it’s my body and it’s in like this funky sexual nirvana state because I’ve like cum so many times since meeting him. I mean Derrick and his cock have just taken me to a whole other state of existence.

  I walk into the building, my mind hazy with pleasure and a delicious soreness tightening my abdominal muscles. I feel so relaxed, so sated, and so amazingly serene that I don’t even blink out of my sexually induced nirvana when I see District Attorney Samantha Scar standing outside Mike’s office waiting for me. Mike and Danielle Marlowe are standing there as well and all three turn towards me as I approach.

  I should probably be worried, but a preternatural calm has overtaken me. Maybe this sexual bliss that I’m feeling is not such a good thing.

  “There she is,” Samantha says, her voice sharp. “Prince Blaine’s biggest cheerleader.”

  “Hi Mike,” I say, ignoring Samantha. I turn towards Danielle.

  “Hey kiddo,” Mike says to me as he turns. “You remember Ms. Marlowe, our CEO, right?“

  When I nod, Mike smiles and says,“Why don’t we all come inside?”

  It’s a question, but there isn't much room for a debate. Mike heads inside and Samantha and Danielle follow him. I sit down and look around me. Samantha pulls out a sheaf of newspapers. I recognize them as Page Eight sections that she’s apparently torn out and grouped together.

  She looks at me and holds up the first of the Abigail Adams columns. “The Prince and the Paupers – We hear how Prince Sin is turning into Prince Win with a host of charity events he has scheduled.”

  She pauses and looks at me for a second. I look back at her. I’m not ashamed of what I wrote. Mike approved every word.

  Samantha continues, moving on to the next cutout. “Has The Prince Changed His Ways?” Samantha reads out, waving the paper at the three of us.

  “Prince of Pleasure – Royal abs to complement his sinful package…” Samantha continues, tossing the cutout onto the desk, and moving on reading a series of headlines from Page Eight. “Sin Is Sweet. Sin Saves th
e Day. New York City Loves Sin!”

  She drops the entire sheaf of cutouts onto Mike’s desk with disgust. “And the one that I really couldn't get over,” Samantha continues, holding the last page. “Royal Bad Boy Reformed – What we hear about how New York’s most notorious playboy has changed his life…”

  There’s a moment of silence in the room. I don't know where this conversation is going but I hold my tongue, waiting to see what Samantha will say next.

  “I had one job for you, Mike,” she’s talking to Mike now. “Give me a city that hated that fucking man. Give me a city that realized what kind of overgrown child he was and make sure people understood why I was going to kick his sorry ass out of the country. That’s all you had to do. Your girl only had to write the truth.”

  “Now hold on just one second…” Danielle jumps in, but Mike cuts her off.

  “Samantha, you’re going to have to know that everything that was printed was done so with my full knowledge and consent.”

  Samantha takes a deep breath and looks at Mike who matches her gaze as he continues. “If you have something to say about one of my star reporters, you tell it to me. There’s no need to single her out. You think she’s Abby? She’s part of a team. An important part of the team, but she doesn’t deserve what you’re trying to do to her.”

  “You’re going to need to let her go Mike,” Samantha says evenly. I gasp and she looks at me. “You’re fucking the Prince aren’t you?” she asks me.

  “Don’t answer that, Alicia,” Mike warns me sternly.

  But I have nothing to hide. Not to this woman. Not to anyone.

  “We’ve been seeing each other, and we’re in love, yes,” I say to Samantha evenly. “I’ve been professional about it and I’ve informed Mike and had him vet each of my articles for bias. That’s the industry standard…”

  “Fuck the industry standard!” Samantha yells. “You went way off the reservation there, little girl. And if you want to keep your job, you better destroy him in your next article, or start searching for another job. It’s time you learned a little lesson.”

  “Well then, Samantha, you’re going to have to teach me a lesson too, I’m afraid,” Danielle says quietly standing up. “Page Eight is part of News of the Times, and ultimately my responsibility. Alicia and Mike are therefore my responsibility and I stand by what she has produced with him. We’ve had some of the highest circulation numbers based on Page Eight alone and our website hits are through the roof.”

  Samantha looks at Danielle and her mouth falls open.

  “Samantha,” Mike says and she turns towards him. He sighs and leans back in his chair. “You’re going to have to let me go too as well if you want to take it out on Alicia.”

  Samantha’s stunned and quiet. “And you’re going to have to explain to every news outlet why you pursued a personal vendetta against the Prince that you were unwilling to drop when I showed you sales figures showed that we should proceed in the other direction. The shareholders are going to love that.”

  “And the papers will love it even more when we sell our stories,” Danielle finishes.

  You could hear a pin drop. Like there is no sound at all.

  Samantha looks at me. “You’ll pay for this betrayal. I don’t forget betrayal easily.”

  And then she gets out of her chair and walks out the office.

  I sigh, and look at the mess she’s left behind.

  “You okay?” Mike asks me as soon as Samantha’s left his office.

  I nod my head. I’m glad it's over, but there was never really any doubt about what the right thing to do in my head was. Not with Derrick. Not anymore.

  I’m going to tell him everything. I'm not going to hold anything back.

  “Take the day off, Alicia,” Mike says. “That’s an order.”

  I can do that. I need to go find Derrick. I need to tell him.

  Alicia

  It’s an amazing day weather wise as I get out onto Times Square. I decide to text Derrick and see where he is as I start walking to 57th Street. I need to tell him the truth about me. I need to come clean.

  Alicia:Hey. Got off wrk. Wher r u?

  Derrick:So soon?

  How do I tell him I got fired for not doing a good enough job at destroying him?

  Alicia:Ugh. Work sucks. :(

  Derrick:Want to talk about it?

  Alicia:Yesss! Nd to tlk 2 u. Whr r u?

  There’s a long pause and then finally as I cross the street onto 7th Avenue.

  Derrick:Come to the apartment. Pressly will direct you where to go.

  Hmm. This sounds mysterious. I smile to myself. I wonder if he’s going to do me again. God, I so hope so. His body is hot and I seriously am in love with his dick. I’m getting hot just thinking about him. A random guy walks by me and smiles. I must be giving off sex vibes. Oh God! Don’t look at me. I am not…wanton! I’m the good girl…still. Its just that with Derrick, I feel like being such a bad girl. It’s deliciously naughty - as long as its only with him.

  What does that say about me?

  Whatever. I shrug and look at my phone as I walk the last few blocks to 57th Street. Billionaire’s Row.

  Alicia:R u naked?

  Derrick:I will be when you get here

  Alicia:Yum! U hv a big 8====D

  Derrick:Actually, its 8===========

  Alicia:Whrs the tip?

  Derrick:======D. Thats how long.

  Alicia:I can’t w8!!

  Derrick:Can you talk in full sentences?

  Alicia:I lost my power of speech bc u fucked it out of me

  Derrick:Touche. Me and my 12 inch cock

  Alicia:I thot u said it was 11 inches?

  Derrick:It grows an inch every chapter…

  Whatever. Derrick is being weird. But it’s okay. I don't have to reply because I just walked in the elevator to take me to the penthouse where he’ll be. I’ll be able to undress him in a few minutes. Yay! He can kiss my neck gently the way he’s really good at while I run my hands up and down those marvelous abs he’s got. He’ll squeeze my ass with both hands and pull me close to him and I’ll feel the outline of his humongous cock. Oh God. I’ll be able to squeeze that thing in less than a minute. It’s like a giant tube steak.

  What is wrong with you, Alicia? How the holy hell are you having these thoughts?

  Yeah, so much for good girl. It’s ironic that I was the one that named him Prince Sin. Because at this point, chastity and virtue are the farthest things from my mind.

  I use the key Derrick made me to open the door. My mind is spinning - either from working myself into a frenzy or apprehension at the conversation I’m about to have - and I look around the foyer. The apartment is silent.

  There is no Derrick.

  Instead, Pressly walks out.

  “Ah, madam,” he says with a smile. He’s always seemed nice and I think he likes me. I smile at him.

  “Please follow me,” Pressly says as he turns me around and takes me to the elevators. I look at him quizzically on our way down.

  A Rolls Royce Phantom is idling outside the building as we exit and Pressly signals the driver who gets out and lets me in.

  Alicia: Where am I going?

  I text Derrick, but there’s no response. The car is turning onto 57th street and I watch with fascination as we get on the West Side Highway and start heading downtown.

  Fifteen minutes later I’m in Lower Manhattan and going uptown again up FDR Drive when all of a sudden, the car stops at the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge.

  “You’ll have to walk the rest of the way, ma’am,” the driver tells me, turning around.

  “Walk where?” I ask. I have no idea what’s going on and what game Derrick is playing at now.

  The driver shrugs. “Alls the Prince said to me was bring you to the top section of the Brooklyn Bridge, ma’am,” he says. Poor guy. He’s as much in the dark as me. He shrugs at me and I get out. If Derrick wants an adventure, I guess I can play along.

 
I pull out my phone and see that Derrick hasn’t replied. I send him one last text.

  Alicia:Y r u being so strange today???

  It’s actually not that bad of a day at all - the weather is beautiful and I enjoy walking up to the bridge. I slow down when I see that there are signs that the bridge is closed due to work. No cars are going in or out. I wonder if Derrick still wants me to go on the bridge. Well, if the bridge was closed, he would have known. But still, should I turn back? I’m breaking rules if I proceed.

  This is a big moment for me, because as I take a step onto the bridge past the orange signs that warn of road closure and to take the Manhattan or Williamsburg Bridges, I realize that I’m trusting Prince Sin to be responsible. If he turns out to have dropped the ball, I’m the one that’s placing myself in jeopardy by going along with his plans.

  But he deserves the benefit of the doubt. If I’m willing to make enemies of the District Attorney, the least I can do is follow some game to walk across a deserted bridge.

  It’s actually pretty neat - walking all by myself down the bridge. I mean, I can see the city behind me as a hive of activity, but the stark emptiness of the bridge takes me aback. It’s very surreal.

  And that’s where the red carpet starts.

  I swear to you - there’s a red carpet going down the center of the walkway of the Brooklyn Bridge.

  It’s a nice, plush red carpet. The kind they roll out for royalty. Or the ones they use at the Oscars. I start walking on it.

  Seriously, I’m not joking - this carpet stretches past the horizon. That’s because the bridge curves and I’m on the lower side, walking up.

  My hearts beating at the sheer excitement of the intricacy to this mystery, when I stop.

  There are now rose pets on the red carpet. White rose petals against a dark red velvet carpet. And on each side of the carpet are rows of cherry blossoms in giant white planters. They create a hallway of sorts, covering me in a beautiful world in the heart of the city.