The Virgin and the Billionaires: The Complete Series

by K. J. Diamond

  They eventually made their way to the top of a hill, where the gates to William’s driveway stood adjacent to several other houses.

  “I didn’t think you’d have neighbors,” Dana remarked.

  William chuckled. “I don’t like being alone. I guess you could say I’m an extrovert.” He opened the car door and ran to punch in the gate code.

  The wrought brass gate doors slowly swung wide open. Once William was back in the passenger seat, Dana hit the gas and crept along the winding driveway. William guided her to a large paved area, where she parked her car.

  William’s estate was nestled into the western side of the hill on which it sat. Even from the driveway, the view was breathtaking. Yet Dana was taken aback by how modest William’s house was.

  “I thought you’d have a huge house,” she blurted, only realizing what she had said after it had already been spoken.

  William laughed again. “I prefer to be comfortable and cozy. Besides, I have 15 other houses.”

  Dana gasped.

  “All over the world. I’ve got to be a ‘typical’ billionaire somehow.” William laughed. “Come on in. I’ll have my cook fix us something.”

  Dana smiled and headed toward the house’s brightly illuminated entry. They had to walk through a winding path of exotic plants and trees to reach the door. William put his arm around Dana as he popped open his front door. Dana sauntered inside and took off her heels in the den. A scratched up surfboard leaned against the warm wood paneling of the den wall. William noticed Dana looking at it.

  “I try to surf a few times a week.”

  When they escaped the den, Dana couldn’t help but notice that William’s house looked remarkably lived-in and – shockingly – modest. It was immaculate and beautifully appointed, but retained a homey and welcoming feel that Alexander’s house had lacked. It was airy and beachy, with warm wood floors and brightly colored walls and ceilings.

  As they walked through the narrow hallway to the kitchen, Dana caught glimpses of the family photos on the walls. Mixed with the staged studio portraits of William and what looked to be his brothers, were candid photos – a very young William and his mother wearing paint-splattered aprons, young William at the beach with friends, William and his father smiling behind a large model airplane – that further gave the undeniably luxurious home a sense of realness and humanity.

  William’s kitchen - with its beautiful tiled counters, barstools, and prominent wine cellar – looked like it was always ready to entertain. Sitting in the cozy breakfast nook that occupied the far corner of the room was a middle-aged woman with a squat paper hat covering a curly red ponytail. She peered over the top of her copy of Town and Country when William and Dana entered.

  “Welcome back,” she said warmly, but not getting up.

  “Hi, Elizabeth,” William said, tossing his keys on the counter and opening his refrigerator. “We’re hungry.” Dana noticed the beautiful definition of William’s back and shoulders through his t-shirt.

  Elizabeth set down her magazine and joined William over at the fridge.

  “What would you like?” she asked.

  William looked at Dana. “What would you like, Dana?”

  “Uh…” Dana thought out loud for a moment, and then suddenly realized exactly what she was craving. “I’m in the mood for some soup.”

  “I have some white bean soup from the other night that I could heat up. I’ll add some fresh herbs to it. It’ll taste as good as new,” Elizabeth replied, looking at Dana warmly but without altering her expression.

  “That will be great,” William said. “Can you heat up some toast for us as well?”

  “Certainly.”

  William gestured toward the breakfast nook, allowing Dana to slide into the cushioned booth before he joined her.

  “Anything to drink?” he asked. “Some wine to celebrate your promotion?”

  “It’s just a raise,” Dana reminded him. “But that sounds great.”

  “You’re so modest.” William smiled. He got back up from his seat and uncorked a bottle of wine that he brought back to the table with two glasses. After he had filled them, he raised his glass.

  “To new adventures,” he toasted.

  “To new adventures.” Dana clinked her glass against William’s. She could barely contain her happiness. The drama of the night had melted away the moment they had gotten in her car, but she only realized how relaxed she felt as she sat and unwound with William.

  Elizabeth set down two bowls of soup and a plate of crackers. Dana and William dug in.

  “I haven’t eaten since lunch,” Dana said. “I went straight to the show from work.”

  “Me too,” William replied. “I’m starving.”

  They sipped their soup in tandem, sitting only a few inches away from each other and holding each other’s free hand under the table. Dana thought she had seen Elizabeth glance over at them and smirk.

  After they’d finished eating, William offered to show Dana around his house.

  “Let me show you the back patio first. The views are amazing,” he said.

  Dana nodded and followed him through a doorway out of the kitchen that led outside. The massive stone patio wrapped around most of the house, seeming as though it jutted right out of the mountain it sat atop. The endless view of the water was breathtaking, even when it was only illuminated by the light of the houses and cars along the coast.

  A few feet in front of Dana was an illuminated swimming pool with an invisible edge, making it look like the pool extended right into the distant ocean. On the opposite side of the pool was a curtained off cabana that Dana couldn’t see into. William took her hand and led her past the pool (“We can jump in later if you’d like,” he had said) and to the structure. He opened the drape with his arm and motioned Dana inside.

  A giant canvas covered chaise, easily the size of a king bed, sat low to the ground on a teak frame. It was stacked high with dozens of pillows. As the curtain closed behind them, only the glow of the pool, creeping under the bottom of the curtains, illuminated the inside.

  “It’s a great place to take a break when you’re trying to get a tan,” William smiled. He left Dana’s side to light a candle in the corner, then returned and wrapped his arm around her waist.

  “Because getting a tan is such hard work,” Dana laughed. William laughed too.

  “Sit down with me,” he said.

  “Okay,” Dana agreed. She could feel the wine beginning to go to her head. “Gosh, it’s just incredible here,” she blurted, unaware that she was speaking.

  William smiled. “I put a lot of thought into this home. I’m glad you like it.” He placed a hand on Dana’s lap.

  Dana’s heart leapt when William’s hand grazed her supple thigh. Her skin tingled and goose bumps rose through the fabric of her dress. She looked at William and saw that he was looking at her, too. They smiled at each other.

  “Dana…” William sighed with passion right before he brought his lips toward hers. Her lips were pulled to his as if by a magnetic force. When they met, Dana felt her whole body come alive. William’s lips were the softest she had ever felt. He maneuvered around her mouth so skillfully and sensuously that she thought she would faint.

  Dana flung her arms around William’s strong, broad shoulders. She delighted in feeling his muscular frame through the back of his thin cotton shirt. Every muscle in his back was well defined and strong to the touch, and yet Dana could feel the tenderness with which William touched her. She ran her hands up to his neck, combing her fingers through his soft, blonde hair. William breathed heavily as Dana gently scratched his scalp.

  William playfully began running his hands up Dana’s torso. He paused at her waist, where he playfully grabbed the soft rolls of her stomach, making a satisfied growling sound as he did. He parted his lips from Dana’s with a soft ‘smack’.

  “I could do this all day,” he whispered in her ear. “Touching you is like…”

  “Touching
me is like what?” Dana followed.

  William replied with a passionate sigh. He resumed softly kissing Dana’s lips. He moved his hand back down to the hemline of Dana’s dress. He clasped the fabric and rubbed it softly between his fingers.

  “May I?” He requested, looking at Dana directly.

  Dana smiled and nodded softly. “You don’t need to ask,” she said.

  William softly caressed Dana’s bare leg. He navigated around the circumference of her thighs, eventually slipping his hand into the warm space where they met. He eased Dana back onto the cabana bed, both of them lying back on the mountain of pillows.

  Dana could barely see William in the dim light, but this only heightened her eagerness to touch him. She slipped her hand delicately under his t-shirt, feeling his sculpted torso and the wisps of soft hair that ran from the hem of his jeans to the top of his chest. As they lay and explored each other’s bodies, their feet entangled at the other end of the chaise.

  Dana was consumed by the unbridled passion she felt for William. As his hand moved further up her thighs and neared her moistening pearl, Dana quivered with anticipation.

  When William reached her lacy underwear, he changed course by gingerly making his way back out from her dress. Embracing Dana in a playful series of passionate kisses, he used his strength to roll her onto her stomach.

  William took the bottom of Dana’s dress in his hand and lifted it up over her round bottom, resting the folds in the deep crevice between the end of Dana’s luscious cheeks and the small of her back. He climbed atop her legs, straddling her.

  “It’s so comfortable up here,” he mused.

  Dana let out a muffled laugh from the pillows she had buried her face in.

  William grazed his hand across the surface of Dana’s rear, softly pinching her dimpled flesh. He gave her behind a few light smacks before he slid further up on top of her.

  Dana felt William’s teeth graze the spot right above where her cheeks met. She felt a gentle tug on her lace panties. William had gripped their edge with his teeth and was sliding them down her backside.

  Once it was bare, William spent more time grazing over Dana’s ass with his hand, nearly salivating. Dana could not see the enormous bulge that had formed inside William’s jeans, but she could feel it poking into her fleshy thighs. It excited her, making the long, luscious between her thighs lips wet with sweet moisture.

  “Dana,” William sighed once again.

  Dana moaned, muffled by the pillow. She jutted herself into the air, exposing her swelling slit to William, who crouched down to take in the view. He stuck his face into its red, pulsing center and whiffed loudly, taking in Dana’s sweet and musty scent.

  William, like a curious explorer, slowly stroked the delicate folds of Dana’s womanhood with his index finger. As he approached her most sensitive area, she began to quiver and quake uncontrollably.

  William helped Dana turn over onto her back, but would not let her rest her head back on the pillows without a long, lingering kiss. As their lips met, William resumed fingering her delicate folds. He was so thorough and loving in his touch that it felt to Dana like a million deft fingers.

  William swirled his tongue around in Dana’s mouth as if he were licking where his hands were busy exploring. Dana, noticing William’s skill with his tongue, pushed down on his head to imply where she wanted him to put it.

  “What are you doing?” William asked, looking up at Dana.

  She looked back at him, baffled. “What do you think I’m doing?”

  William looked at her with a dumbstruck expression for a moment, and then laughed.

  “I’m just messing with you,” he said before zestily kissing the inside of Dana’s shaking thighs with his buttery soft lips.

  Dana let out a moan, but she was still laughing. She gently slapped William’s head as he continued to tease and excite her. He laughed too, his warm breath making Dana’s pussy tingle and anticipate more of William’s touch.

  William flicked the hard tip of his tongue back and forth against Dana’s clit, occasionally breaking to take a big lap of her wetness from the very bottom of her pussy all the way back up. Her taste consumed and aroused him. He intermittently took a free hand to undo his pants and touch himself as he further intoxicated himself with Dana’s sweetness.

  He spread Dana’s juices all around, making an enormous, slippery mess in between her thighs. Dana enjoyed the sensation, slowly bucking her hips against William’s head, pushing his nose into her cleft. He inhaled deeply.

  “You smell and taste amazing,” he said, keeping his face buried in her. Dana felt the vibrations of William’s voice between her legs. She looked up and watched his muscular back heave, as his breath grew heavy with arousal. He grunted and groaned with satisfaction, making loud slurping sounds as he licked Dana.

  Dana could feel herself growing wetter. She jerked and seized as William intuitively found her most sensitive areas. She knew that she had never been this turned on before. Her breathy moans emanated from the walls of the cabana.

  William lifted his head and kissed Dana. Dana, aroused by the taste of her sex, began rubbing her hands up and down her swollen, soaking pussy. William noticed this and escalated the intensity of his kiss, assertively inserting his tongue between Dana’s lips. He caressed Dana’s tongue with his own, showing his dominance with this subtle form of communication.

  He abruptly broke the kiss and leaned into Dana’s ear. He began fumbling with his clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as he could.

  “I like to get a little rough when I fuck, if that’s okay with you.” He threw his pants on the ground. He was so close to Dana that the moisture of his breath wetted her ear.

  “I don’t believe you.” Dana, trying to keep herself from climaxing, replied. “Show me how bad you are.”

  William looked Dana in the eye for a moment, then, using all his strength, flipped her back over onto her stomach and dropped her with a thud. He nearly ripped her dress as he yanked it over the top of her head and tossed it to the other side of the cabana with abandon. He grabbed Dana’s hair and pulled mercilessly with one hand, using the other to get himself ready to penetrate her.

  Dana gasped, enchanted by the pain.

  “Why don’t you pull - a little tighter?” she rasped between heavy pants.

  William gave Dana’s ponytail another aggressive tug and Dana suddenly found her neck craned so far back that she was looking at the cabana’s pitched ceiling.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he retorted with a lusty growl.

  Without teasing Dana or warning her, William plunged his erect member into Dana’s swelling pussy, smacking loudly against her backside. With every thrust, William moaned loudly. So did Dana. Their moans echoed in the canyon adjacent to William’s house, nearly in unison.

  William grabbed Dana by the soft flesh of her waist, pounding his dripping wet erection into Dana’s backside with a slow, sensuous rhythm. He took plenty of time to explore the curves of Dana’s kneeling body, pinching all of the soft flesh of her breasts, back, stomach, and thighs.

  Dana could tell by feeling alone that William’s cock was much larger and thicker than Alexander’s. It pushed firmly against the walls inside of her, sending intense and exquisite sensation through her. Every time he penetrated her, Dana instinctively moaned loudly.

  “Oh, fuck yes…Oh, fuck…William!”

  “What’s my name?” William replied, his body shining with sweat.

  “William…oh…my…god…” Dana was barely able to contain her breath. She moaned and panted louder and faster. She could feel herself getting closer.

  Without breaking his rhythm, William leaned forward, forcing Dana’s knees to buckle. He lay flat on top of her, pinning her hands down with the strength of his sculpted arms. He kissed her back and made his way up to her shoulders, continuing to kiss her until he reached the point where her neck met the end of he shoulder.

  With a rapid motion, William sunk
his teeth into the soft flesh there, hard enough to leave a mark but soft enough to leave the skin intact. Dana howled. She jerked her arms reflexively, but William kept her pinned down, ramming her just as hard as before.

  The overload of sensations – William’s musky smell, his forceful strength, his sharp teeth, and his rock hard member inside of her – came to a head inside Dana’s body. She felt an explosive release that radiated all the way out to her fingertips. She yelled William’s name and could hear it echo across the canyon. Once the incredible sensation had passed, her whole body relaxed and melted into the chaise. She felt like she had stuck her finger in a socket and was now vibrating with electricity.

  William allowed her a few merciful seconds to recover before he pulled out of her. Dana turned over and sat up, beckoning William closer. He crawled to her on his knees, led by his erection, on the brink of his own orgasm.

  Dana sensuously stroked the length of William’s hardness, teasing his balls with her free hand. Feeling William’s thickness in her hand caused her to doubt for a second, but her gratitude and hunger led her to take William’s tip into her mouth without thinking.

  Though she could only fit the first few inches of William in her delicate mouth, she made it count. Feeling out his most sensitive spots, Dana settled on the underside of William’s pink crown. She flicked it back and forth with her tongue, similar to how William had pleasured her earlier.

  He moaned and howled, grabbing and pulling Dana’s hair until he suddenly shuddered uncontrollably, thrusting his cock as far into Dana’s mouth as it would go. Dana felt his sweet seed burst onto her tongue. She calmly savored each drop as it spilled out of William’s softening member. William softly rubbed Dana’s scalp with his hands as he relaxed and fell back to sitting, still grunting. He caught his breath for a moment.