100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I notice he’s grabbing at my hair harshly, but I don’t care. I continue to suck him, and when I realize it, I’m already moaning. I always thought that women who moaned during a blowjob were pretty much making a show out of it. Well, let me assure you right now, that’s not what’s happening here. If I’m moaning, it’s not because I want to; it’s because I need to. And believe me, if you ever have a cock this thick and long inside your mouth, you’ll be moaning too.

  Taking his cock out of my mouth, I stop to catch my breath; then I tilt my head sideway, and lick the side of his shaft until I reach its roots. Going further down, I kiss his balls, sucking one in; it pops into my mouth easily, and I roll it over my tongue, my lips not allowing it to escape. When I finally let it go free, I turn my attention to the other one, lapping at it with my tongue before sucking it in. They’re massive and heavy holding all his delicious semen inside of them…

  I just can’t help but open my mouth as wide as I can, taking both of his balls inside of me. I suck on them hard before I finally turn my attention to his shaft. I slide my tongue in a straight upward line, stopping for a heartbeat on his tip, lapping at it with my tongue and just sucking his glans with my eager lips. I hear him grunt slightly, and the sound of it sends shivers up and down my spine.

  He starts thrusting wildly now, and my mouth is open wide as his cock slides in and out of me. I’m not big on cursing, but there’s no other way to put this: he’s fucking my mouth, and it feels fucking amazing.

  “Fuck…” he grunts suddenly, his pace winding down. He’s close to coming, and he’s trying to resist the urge to do it… Well, it’s not his call. I always liked to take the lead and be the dominant one. And I’m his senior… A boy like him has no other choice but to submit to my whims.

  “Come for me, baby… Just do it…” I whisper, taking his cock out of my mouth just to get the words out. I dive into it again, and even though he’s pulling his hips back, trying to get his cock out of me, I accompany his motion and push my mouth even further down. He tries pushing me back with his hands, but I push back against the hold he has on me; he has nowhere to run to, there’s no escaping me and he knows it. I’m the predator and he’s my prey. He’s mine.

  Grabbing his cock by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I can muster, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks, and knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.

  “Fuck!” he blurts out again, this time louder. His fingers curl against my scalp, and with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent over my tongue, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain still, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed, filling my mouth until it can’t hold anything else, both with his cock and his cum.

  When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.

  Still looking him in the eyes, I open my mouth, showing him all of the cum I have in my mouth. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up and into him. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining—oh, not at all.

  As soon as I’m at his level, I lean forward and press my mouth against his, parting my lips and letting his tongue in. I feel his semen starting to drip down my chin as we kiss, but I couldn’t care less. He sucks on my tongue, and then rolls his inside of my mouth, stealing back all of his cum. The moment he pulls back from me, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, swallowing whatever’s left inside of my mouth. Grinning, he does the same, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his own juices go down his throat.

  “Don’t think that means we’re done,” he says, that lustful grin on his lips. He takes his hand and places it right over my crotch. “Now’s my turn.”

  My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a dam. I become so wet that I start to feel even my dress becoming damp. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

  “No sex,” I protest weakly.

  I know the truth. And so do you.

  If he wants me right now…I’m his.

  He pulls me into him, crushing his mouth into mine. We kiss in abandonment, Malcolm’s tongue brushing against my lips and cleaning it dry of the drops of cum still hanging there. His hands keep going up my legs, and he slides them under my body, cupping my ass cheeks harshly as he gently bites on my neck.

  “Keep it hard for me, baby,” I whisper into his ear, grabbing his cock and stroking. I didn’t need to worry, he’s still as hard as concrete. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside of my mouth, he’s still hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate.

  His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands over my underwear, he forces his way around my waist, bunching up the fabric of my dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.

  He takes his hand out for one quick second, just the amount of time necessary for him to push my dress up to my waist. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.

  Once more, he presses hard against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, my hand moving over his length almost too clumsily.

  My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me—all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.

  I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter. I can already feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs; such is the mess my loins are in.

  I moan in anticipation as he starts tugging on my dress, pushing it down my legs in a hurry; I kick it off, lying back against the seat just in my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I bet.

  He grabs my ass, squeezing hard while he pulls at the small string that covers it. He pulls and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly sending it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch of fabric is covering my pussy.

  Malcolm goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and taking his time with my tits. I grab his head and force him to suck on my nipples harder, the flesh in my breasts molding to the pressure of his mouth. Softly, he pulls on my right nipple with his teeth, biting on it with a kind of careful and tender pressure. My mind stabbed by pleasure, he finally starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly, going to his knees like I did before. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that un-tanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.

  Or, well, I can try.

  Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out-of-control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now his to taste.

  He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he bites on my thong and pulls it down my legs with his teeth, rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

  I look at him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for it
s turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill, and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.

  He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downward pressure, and I feel that electric tingle coursing through me. I don’t even understand how he can possibly know my body so well. Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now. Someone as handsome as him shouldn’t have this kind of experience… But he has, and I’m the luckiest woman around.

  He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently on my pussy lips in a coming and going motion. I slowly move my hips in his direction, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single fiber in it.

  I can’t control myself. It’s impossible to resist while he tortures me like this.

  I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything—press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything! I need him; I need his body… Fingers, mouth, cock—I need everything in him.

  Fuck everything. I need to cum now. I can’t think of anything else.

  Rational thought is out the window.

  But he’s strong, and no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t budge. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.

  “If you want my cock, you’ll have to wait,” he tells me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. He’s teasing me.

  “Malcolm… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.

  How can I get out of this deal? How can I take back what I said?

  “What do you want me to do?” he asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me.”

  I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.

  “Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me, and without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of his finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips upward so that he goes all the way in. “Someone’s very, very eager...”

  I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans into me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise maddening motions.

  I’m trying hard not to moan, but it’s getting harder to resist. Really hard.

  Sucking while his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I’m pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his hold on me and now I can sway my hips freely. I place my legs over his shoulders, locking him in place and reeling him in while I press his face against my pussy, rubbing myself against him, my mind completely devoid of any semblance of rationality. In this precise moment, I’m just existing.

  One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and a thunderstorm consumes my mind. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body trembles as I thrust at him, goose bumps all over my skin.

  He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on my insides. Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Malcolm’s hand; he looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.

  “Malcolm, I think I’m…” I think I’m what? I don’t even know what I’m feeling! But, judging by the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. I grit my teeth, close my eyes and… Oh God, what is this? My whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I’m about to explode. Really explode.

  And that’s exactly what happens.

  My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me like a flood. And I mean that quite literally; I’m gushing! I’m… I’m squirting! Oh, God, I really am squirting, and in a way I never thought was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles burning. Warm juices shoot out of my pussy and drip down my folds, pooling between my thighs on the leather seat.

  My limbs flailing, I throw my head back against the seat, breathing hard. He comes up, sitting by my side, and touches my cheek, caressing it, and lays his lips against mine. I can still taste my pussy on his mouth and by god I love how it feels.

  But he isn’t done yet. His finger is still inside of me and, instead of pulling it out, he starts sliding it in and out of me. He starts slowly at first, almost as if he’s teasing me, but I’m as wet and ready as I can be. He goes faster, with each thrust of his finger he increases the pace and soon, and soon I’m pressing my legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers me toward insanity.

  When he pushes one more finger inside of me, I have to grit my teeth. My body is still trembling and shaking, and even so, I can already feel that storm of pleasure building back up, the roar of delight inside my mind.

  He starts biting at my neck, pinching my nipples at the same time with his free hand. I throw my head back, my hair falling over my shoulders, and I choke down a scream as something explodes inside my mind. I come... I come really hard. But he doesn’t stop. This time, I know he’s not going to allow me any kind of rest.

  We’re going for it all the way. No brakes, no nothing.

  And the car comes to a stop.

  As the haze of lust clears from my mind slightly, I see the situation I’m in.

  The car is idling outside my condo on the Upper East Side – 72nd and Park Ave. From his files I know Malcolm lives at One57 – like every billionaire I’ve ever met.

  We’re naked. I’ve just had an earth shaking orgasm.

  His cock is in my hands, hovering inches above my pussy.

  And I need to stop.

  “This is me,” I say, looking at him – wondering what he’ll say. “This is my stop.”

  Long sighs. Deep breaths. Malcolm seems unfocused at first, but his discipline finally gets the better of him.

  “You want to get out of the car?” he asks.

  I nod my head as he leans back and lets me start to find my clothes.

  “When will we…” he lets the question hang in the air as I snap on my bra and stuff my thong into my purse.

  Its short work to put the dress back on. Hair a mess. Going commando in a rumpled dress after a tussle in the back of the limo. I mean, the doorman will probably know what I was up to, but I’m sure that I’ll be able to run through the lobby into the elevator at this hour without anyone else noticing.

  I look at Malcolm and realized he’s still waiting for the answer to my question.

  “You can fuck me when you love me, babe,” I say coolly.

  He actually chuckles as I leave the limo.

  Good thing he doesn’t see my ear to ear grin.

  This game…it’s gonna be fun.

  8

  Athena

  Wow.

  All it took was the next day, and once more we’re naked. This time, in Malcolm’s bed.

  I know I should be saying something smart right now, but let me just repeat that: wow.

  All I can say is that we haven’t had sex.

  Because I just stopped us.

  This time it was Malcolm. Texting me around 10:30. Asking if I was still up. I’ve been around the block long enough to know a booty call when I see it.
So I responded. The truth was, seeing his message got me wet.

  So I came over. And we messed around again. Limo part two. I never knew that messing around could be this intense, this good … and the thing is, Malcolm genuinely cared about pleasuring me. He wasn’t using me just so he could get off; he cared about what I was feeling, and that…

  Well, that’s something I’m not accustomed to.

  Which makes what I’m about to do that much harder.

  “Where are you going?” Malcolm asks me as I swing my legs off the bed, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around my naked body. “We haven’t even fucked.”

  “Home,” I whisper, looking back at him over my shoulder. He sits up on the bed and reaches for me, resting one hand on my waist.

  “Stay here tonight,” he tells me, and there isn’t a smile or a grin on his face; his expression is one of certainty and serenity. He means it; he really wants me to stay here with him tonight.

  “Very romantic of you, but I have to get up early in the morning,” I tell him off-handedly, even though what I want to say is the exact opposite. In fact, all I want to do right now is get under the covers with him. Seriously, what’s happening with me? We just fooled around, it’s not like something important happened between the two of us. We didn’t even fuck. And still … I feel a tightness inside of my heart, an urge to slip under the covers and hold tight to his naked body.

  But I can’t do that, not when the future of my company is at stake. I have to be strong and focus on the end goal. I have to make Malcolm fall in love with me, whatever it takes. And if I have to be a cold tease in order to make that happen, that’s exactly how I’m going to behave.

  “You’re choosing your job over me?” he asks me, cocking one eyebrow and trying to act as if it doesn’t matter whether I go or stay, although in truth, I can see a few wrinkles of disappointment showing around his eyes and lips.