Hot Daddy: A Billionaire Single Dad Romance

by R. R. Banks

  She pulled her sensitive breasts away from his mouth and reached down to remove his hand from her dripping center. She stood up on the couch and walked down to the far end of it. Camille fixed him with a firm stare, “Your clothes are still on,” she said sternly. “I’m going to need you to fix that, please.” Robert grinned as he kicked off his shoes and stood up on the floor, looking up to Camille as she stood on the couch, giving her several inches on him. He pulled off his grey jacket, tossing it onto the pool table while quickly unbuttoning his shirt and dropping his pants. He slowly dropped a pair of blue silk boxers from his hips and stepped out of them while sporting a rock hard cock. “Impressive,” she said as she analyzed his naked physique. He stood proud, displaying his thick, long member that went with his height. With a seductive grin, Camille sat on the back of the couch with her feet on the cushions and her legs spread tantalizingly in front of him. “I think it’s time you lay down for a bit.”

  “On my back?” asked Robert, prompting a quick nod from Camille. He sat down in the center of the couch before turning, to fall backwards onto his back, placing his arms at his side and keeping his legs straight. “And now what? Do I go to sleep?”

  Camille laughed as she sat up on the couch and stepped over his head to place both of her feet on the floor. “Oh no, you’re not going to sleep for a while.” She moved to straddle his face, making sure her pussy was perfectly lined up with his talented tongue. “Get to work,” she said in her thick accent, reaching down and placing her hands on his chest while looking down at his throbbing cock. She closed her eyes as she felt the lips of her pussy open and Robert’s tongue slowly start to move over her clit with the same force he used on her nipples. With a soft moan as he worked on her, she started grinding her hips on his face as her vagina started to flow with nectar. She held her hands firmly on his pecs as she started to rub his little, hard nipples, flicking them with her fingers and gently twisting them while she moaned as he continued his work.

  Camille watched as his cock danced in front of her with each flick on his sensitive nips. “Oh, did I find something you enjoy?” she asked rhetorically, continuing to watch his cock move and throb with each passing rub of his chest. She adjusted her hips a bit, leaning down with her face toward his cock while placing her clit directly on his mouth. “There you go,” she said as she fought back a moan. “I’ll make it easier on you.” Camille’s hands were firmly resting on Robert’s thighs, placing all of her weight on them while Robert continued to satisfy her. She looked down at his cock as it still danced in front of her. “Are you trying to give me a hint?” she asked playfully, sliding her right hand up and placing it on his cock, wrapping it around his shaft and stroking it gently.

  He moaned while underneath her, though it was barely audible. “Oh, he does like it,” she continued, leaning down, placing her body on top of his with her face directly beside his cock. She started rubbing the head of his cock with her left hand while her right continued to stroke up and down. She pushed her lips together and gently blew across it. She could feel it throb even more as she alternated between lightly circling the tip and blowing across it. She never allowed him to get acclimated with any particular sensation.

  She moaned louder as she edged closer to climaxing on top of his face while a bit of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock. Camille rubbed it with her index finger before licking her finger to taste him. She flexed as she leaned up, placing her left hand to his side while leaving her right hand on his aching cock as the buildup commenced. With a keening cry, the muscles of her pussy contracted sending her into an staggering climax. The release was so strong that Camille continued to moan for several seconds after the orgasm. Robert stopped licking her pussy as she continued to grind her hips against his face. “You’re not done yet. I don’t cum just once,” she announced in an exasperated tone as she started stroking his cock a bit more aggressively, leaning back down and placing her body against his and her head back beside his cock.

  Camille looked at his cock with hungry eyes as he got back to licking her sensitive clit. “This is something I usually reserve for special occasions, but after that orgasm, you’ve earned it,” she announced as she slowly licked around the head of his dick. More pre-cum emerged the moment her tongue touched the tip of his cock, and she started working it with precision, moving in a perfect rhythm and going down a few inches before coming up and stopping at the base of the head. She continued to stroke his cock with her right hand as she pulled her head up, placing her lips on the side of his shaft and licking from the top of his balls to the tip of his shaft. Robert continued to lick her clit as she kept working on his cock, each taking immense care of one another to satisfy their pleasures.

  As her climax built again, she removed her mouth from his cock and swung around to remove herself from his face. “You alright?” she asked. “Need some fresh air?”

  “I could stay between your thighs for days,” Robert quickly retorted.

  “Oh, well that can be arranged,” she replied with a smile as Robert started to sit up. “Oh no, stay on your back,” she commanded as he fell back down. “There is only one position you’re allowed to be in during sex.”

  Robert looked confused, trying to understand what she meant. “What?”

  “You’re only allowed to be in the position I tell you to,” she said aggressively, her face scowling as she placed her right leg over his hips and brought her left leg up and set it on the other side. She reached back and grabbed his cock, placing the head against her saturated pussy, rubbing the tip against her lips just to tease him. After a few seconds of teasing, with a wicked smile across her face, she placed the head of his cock in her pussy and slowly backed down on it, placing every inch inside of her before adjusting her knees so she could rest on the balls of her feet. She placed her right foot on the other side of the couch cushion and her left foot on the wooden base near the floor, both allowing her to have plenty of leverage as she started sliding the cock inside of her with Robert laying still.

  “Put your hands on my tits!” she commanded, screaming in pleasure as the thick cock moved inside of her without much effort. Robert quickly obliged, placing both hands on her breasts, and he immediately went back to flicking her nipples as he did earlier. “No, pinch them,” she commanded, prompting Robert to place both nipples between his thumb and index fingers and start squeezing them. Camille released a scream as Robert felt her hips immediately tighten and his cock become almost still inside of her vagina, unable to move with how tight it suddenly became. He continued to squeeze as she screamed in ecstasy, waiting a few seconds before feeling her vagina loosen and his cock being able to move inside of her again.

  “Are you alright?” asked Robert as she slowly worked his cock in her pussy again. “I’ve never seen someone cum as aggressively as you just did.”

  Camille grinned as she picked herself up off his cock and stood above him. “Oh, that was nothing,” she said as she turned around, preparing to lower herself down on him again. “Just wait for the third one.”

  “Third one?” asked Robert, who had yet to have one. “You can have three?”

  “Honey, I’ve had seven in one night,” she replied as she grabbed his cock and placed it in her pussy, leaning back a bit and placing her head right next to his with her right hand firmly grabbing the top of the couch and her left grabbing the base. Robert brought his hands up behind her back to support her as his cock was halfway inside of her. “This is the part where you get to show me what you can do,” said Camille as she leaned over and kissed Robert on the cheek. Without much coaxing, Robert got to work, thrusting his hips up into her vagina repeatedly, causing Camille to moan uncontrollably. “More!” she moaned, urging Robert to go faster and harder as she pushed closer to climaxing again. She gripped the wooden rails in the front and back of the couch tightly, feeling Robert’s cock starting to pulse as she got closer and closer to climaxing again.

  Camille moaned loudly as she
climaxed again with her cunt tightening as Robert continued to thrust upwards, climaxing with her shortly thereafter. With a soft moan, his rock-hard cock released inside Camille’s battered pussy while she screamed in ecstasy. He leaned back and placed his hands on the side, allowing Camille to fall down onto his chest and lay on him as they breathed heavily and smiled. “I guess I’ll ask you again. Are you ok?” asked Robert with Camille lying with her back on his chest.

  She smiled from ear to ear as she leaned her head back over his shoulder, turning it slightly to kiss him on the cheek. “I’m perfect,” she replied. “I’m absolutely perfect.”

  Chapter 5

  Robert and Dillon walked through the train station in Nice with their small suitcases rolling behind them, weaving through the various travelers and merchants as they made their way to the train that would take them to their connection in Milan.

  “How far is this train?” asked Dillon as he complained about the distance they had to walk through the terminal. Earlier in the morning, the two businessmen taxied from Monte Carlo to Fontvieille to get to the heliport, which quickly transported them to Nice within minutes, though the helipad at the terminal for the Eurail was located nearly a mile away from their train.

  “Not too much further,” replied Robert as they walked briskly through the terminal, seeing their train in the distance as it was preparing to depart. “We’ll be there before you know it.”

  “I know that my feet hurt from wearing the wrong shoes for this,” continued Dillon with his complaints. The train was incredibly large and fast, but they reached the train prior to its departure and showed the attendant their electronic tickets on their cell phones. Stepping aboard, both men went to the very back where the private quarters were.

  Robert smirked as they reached their closed off seats away from the general seating. “I thought we were going to each have our own private quarters?” asked Dillon with a confused look on his face. “Have I been swindled?”

  “No, we will have private quarters from Milan to Switzerland,” replied Robert. “Unfortunately, because the duration of this trip isn’t incredibly long, I figured the two of us could share a private seating quarters for a couple of hours.”

  “Ah, well will the other train be a dinner trip as well?” asked Dillon, seeing what accommodations Robert secured with a curious greed.

  “Yes, it will be, though it will be awkwardly early,” replied Robert. “We will have a long enough layover in Milan for us to grab a spot of brunch, possibly with enough time to leave the station if we want to take a chance.”

  Dillon smirked. “I’d rather not,” he stated. “I don’t want to take the chance of us missing the train because of our lunch taking a bit too long to reach the table.”

  Robert laughed. “Quite true.”

  “Right,” continued Dillon. “I’m sure we can find something at the food court or some other cheap place. Heck, I could almost go for subway food from New York right now, especially after all the fine dining I’ve done over the past month.”

  “Really? Subway food?”

  “Don’t knock it, sir,” defended Dillon. “Some of the best food I’ve ever had has come from a cart, a truck, or some greasy looking stall.”

  Robert shook his head. “I’m going to take your word for that.”

  “Hey, sometimes you need to break out of your comfort zone and really get down into what the locals experience,” explained Dillon. “You can’t fully understand the area you’re operating in until you try what the people who actually live there do.”

  Robert scoffed. “I’d rather not,” he replied. “I mean, I know what I like, and I don’t tend to branch out very often, especially when it comes to food that I think could potentially kill me.”

  Dillon laughed. “They say something will eventually get you.”

  “And I would like to not be gotten for several decades.”

  “That’s a fair answer,” joked Dillon. “I just look to shave the bad years off my life.”

  Robert leaned back in his chair as the train started to take off. “But the quantity of bad years is still an unknown to your equation.”

  Dillon shrugged as he pulled out his phone, feeling it vibrate in his pocket. “Texting Marisol?” joked Robert, prodding Dillon.

  “Actually, yes,” he replied, shocking his friend. “I had a great time with her last night.”

  Robert’s eyes widened as he leaned forward in his chair. “You were dreading the date beforehand. What changed your mind?”

  “Camille,” replied Dillon. “For some reason, she was able to break her out of her shell and really get her to open up, especially after the two of you left.” Dillon paused as he finished his text and placed his phone on the seat beside him. “To begin with, nothing happened that would pique your overly grotesque curiosity, so go ahead and forget about those ideas. However, we really enjoyed each other’s company and want to see where it goes from here.”

  “Really?” asked Robert. “Do you think you want a relationship with her?”

  “Perhaps,” replied Dillon. “She’s smart, funny, and surprisingly outgoing, but you wouldn’t think any of that if you just met her since she’s so reserved. We talked a lot about that and why she can never come out of her shell around people because her father wants her to be that way. Her father has preached to her that the woman in a relationship is supposed to be quiet, meek, and appear subservient to her partner, which is not what she wants. Marisol wants to be heard. She has her own ambitions and her own desires. She wants a man who is successful, but is also not afraid to try new things and take a risk of failing. She doesn’t want her father, who is super controlling and keeps her locked away, arranging relationships for her with men that want to be like him. She wants a man who will allow her to live her life, acknowledging that she will be devoted to him while still being able to have the freedom she currently doesn’t possess under her father’s roof.”

  Dillon paused a bit as Robert looked at him with an intense inquisitiveness. “So, she wants to have a man who will give her freedom?”

  “Yes, but the problem is, her father can’t know she has it until she’s married,” answered Dillon. “So, we’re texting now, and she may come to meet me in Zurich tonight if she can convince her father to allow it.”

  “Oh, so you probably won’t see her again,” said Robert. “Sorry.”

  Dillon shrugged. “Well, maybe,” replied Dillon with hope. “Her dad set us up, and I proved to be a much different person than he thought I was. Hopefully, Marisol will be able to convince her father to allow her to keep seeing me and depict me as the man that he thinks that I am, with perhaps a few differing things that won’t skew his opinion too far.”

  “You’re going to try and pull the wool over his eyes,” mentioned Robert. “I wonder how he’ll react if she ever gets married and changes her ways from being reclusive to much more open.”

  “He won’t have much of a choice but to get over it,” said Dillon. “She knows what she wants, and she’s willing to go against her father to make it happen. It’s honorable.” Dillon picked up his phone again and replied to the incoming text message. “So, what happened with you and Camille last night? Can I expect to see her again?”

  Robert laughed. “A gentleman never tells all of the details,” he replied, giving Dillon the same treatment he offered to him. “But, I really hope so. She and I had a connection last night that was superb and something that I’ve never really experienced with someone before.”

  Dillon typed on his phone as he listened in. “So, you’re going to see her again?”

  “That’s the plan,” replied Robert. “I tried to convince her to come with me on this trip, but unfortunately, she had a meeting she had to be at this morning.”

  “Already looking to travel with her?”

  “It’s a business trip in a fun city,” explained Robert. “Besides, it’s going to be cold so maybe we could stay an extra day and hi
t up the slopes of the Alps.”

  Dillon smiled. “I forget you actually ski.”

  “Quite well,” bragged Robert. “It’s one of those things that I don’t tell many people about and not anything that I go out of my way to do, but if I happen to be in a mountainous region during the colder months, I’ll rent some gear and hit up the slopes.”

  “Are you assuming she could ski?” asked Dillon.

  “Perhaps,” he replied. “It’ll be cold, so there would be plenty of time to stay indoors and keep each other warm.”

  Dillon laughed as he returned the text to Marisol. “I suppose things could be much worse. Both of us actually had a good time with our dates last night. Normally, it’s a much different encounter.”

  “Usually,” replied Robert. “Though we don’t get to go out as much as I would like, whenever we do and bring dates, normally it’s just a fling with both of us after the same thing. Perhaps we’re both getting older and changing our ways?”

  “No, I think we’re getting older and realizing what we want in life is no longer a quick encounter with a beautiful woman, but something a bit more meaningful,” said Dillon with a smile. “It takes years of figuring out what you don’t want to finally figure out what you need.”

  Robert grinned as he pulled his phone out, looking down to see a message appearing in front of him. I had a great time last night. I hope I get to see you again soon. Robert smiled as he returned the text message, saying how much he enjoyed seeing her and that they would have to make that happen. While never being one to embrace flirting through text message, Robert felt a need to embrace this exchange as he felt a genuine connection with Camille. Without much consent from Dillon, Robert placed his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, knowing that the train would stop soon in Milan and they could continue about their preparations. But with the lack of sleep from the previous evening, Robert could barely stay awake.