100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “You’re really something, aren’t you…?” Malcolm asks me, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “I’m more than just something,” I reply with a soft chuckle. Then, I place one hand on his chest and take my lips to his ear.

  “Your pants… Open them,” I tell him, every single one of my words loaded with devilish anticipation. With a devilish grin he does as instructed, unbuckling his belt with slow but deliberate movements. He pushes the zipper down and I slide my soft, manicured hands into his boxer briefs. As I massage the head of Malcolm’s huge cock, I feel myself growing wet all over again, the never-ending reservoir of desire inside me fueling my brain.

  I slowly bring his cock out of his boxer briefs and pants, allowing my gaze to fall down to his huge member. I take in every inch of its wonderful glory before I lower myself, slowly going to down to my knees in front of him. Smiling, I lean forward, stopping right before my lips touch his flesh. I take my tongue out from between my lips and, tilting my head sideways, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, going all the way to his balls.

  When I come back up, I part my lips and then wrap them around the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum. As I take my tongue and run it all over the head of Malcolm’s huge member, I can hear his breathing start to get shallow and I can’t help but start rolling my lips down his thick mast.

  I take that gorgeous cock into my mouth, inch by inch, working my tongue up and down his shaft as I go. I feel it growing harder, that thickness pushing down on my tongue as veins bulge out on the sides of his shaft. This is the kind of cock that you can suck for hours on end and never have to worry about it staying soft.

  Tightening my jaws around his cock, I run my fingers up and down his heavy balls, the very thought of how much cum is held within them making my nipples hard. I feel Malcolm’s hands in my hair, guiding my head up and down on his cock, and I let him dictate the rhythm of my movements.

  “Fuck, Athena,” he groans, his cock pulsing hard against my tongue. He’s already close, but he doesn’t want the party to be over just yet – yanking on my hair, he forces me to take my mouth off of his cock and then looks down at me, a dazed smile on his lips.

  Grabbing my hands, he pulls me up to my feet and then wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers against my ear, and his voice makes my whole body tingle. Then, he places one hand on the nape of my neck and just crushes his mouth against mine.

  Tasting his lips on mine causes a stir deep inside me, and I feel my heart tightening up once more.

  “I want that pussy,” he tells me as he pulls back from me. “And I want it right now,” he continues, the tension in his words palpable. Holding me by the waist, he starts lowering his body and pulls me after him; we slide to the floor together in one smooth motion, and Malcolm lays me on my back on the cool tile floor. I let out a slight moan as I feel the coldness of the floor underneath me, and the sound of my voice echoes through the deserted wing of the Met, the Monet paintings hanging on the wall the only witness to what we’re doing.

  Kneeling between my legs, he rests his hands on my knees and slides them up, hooking his thumbs on the hemline of my dress and pushing it up to my waist. The moment my G-string comes into sight, he leans into me and presses his mouth against it. Except, instead of sucking, he grabs the fabric between his teeth.

  He starts to take my G-string off, pulling it down with his teeth, and my skin prickles as I feel the drenched fabric of my underwear sticking to the skin of my legs on the way down. Placing his hands on my ankles, he makes me lift my feet up and then takes the G-string off my legs with his hands. Looking into my eyes, he takes my underwear up to his mouth and presses it against his lips; he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, taking in my scent, and all kinds of wicked thoughts start jumping up and down inside my head. I just love it when he does that, as if he couldn’t get enough of the way I smell, taste, and feel.

  Allowing the G-string to slip off his fingers to the floor, he then leans into me again and teases me, blowing on my hard clit while he takes one hand to my breasts and squeezes them gently. Taking his time, he slowly takes one finger to my pussy and slightly parts my lips, running his tongue across my achingly hard clit. “Oh my God”, I moan as I feel his tongue touching me, electricity spreading all over my body.

  “Fucking delicious,” he moans as he pulls back from my clit, allowing his tongue to fall down to my wet pussy lips. Pressing his mouth against my wetness, he opens it wide and starts sucking hard, jabbing with his tongue at my insides at the same time.

  The way Malcolm sucks on my pussy lips while he pushes his tongue inside of me is just… Oh, it’s just perfect. And I can tell he enjoys the way I taste from the way he plunges his tongue deeper into my wet pussy. I can feel every flick he makes against my clit and, with every strategic placed swirl, I give into him a little more. I arch my back as he lifts my ass up and runs his tongue up and down my pussy, his movements so maddening that I just can’t help but moan loudly, my voice bouncing of the walls and creating an erotic symphony of echoes across the tall room, the vaulted ceiling above us amplifying my moans and sighs. With every flick of his tongue I get closer to letting this intense swelling of sensual pleasure take over me.

  And it won’t take long.

  Malcolm places my legs on each one of his shoulders as he continues to devour my pussy. It feels like he wants to suck every ounce of wetness out of me, as if my pussy was the most delicious thing he ever tasted.

  I clinch my teeth as he continues to tongue fuck my pussy, and I let out a deep passionate moan as my pussy releases all of the juices that had been building up. He buries his face hard between my thighs as I start to cum, and that makes me moan even harder. And seeing how much he wants to taste me… Well, it just makes me keep cumming harder.

  When he does finally lift his face up, he is covered in my creamy, sticky juices, beads of it dripping off his chin, nose.

  “You taste fucking amazing, Athena…” He breathes, climbing up my body. Pressing his chest against my breasts and cupping the back of my head with one of his big hands, he brings his lips to mine and kisses me deeply.

  As we kiss I can feel the ripple of his eight pack of abs pressed into my stomach. And that’s… That’s enough to make me lose all control.

  Taking my hand down to his crotch, I tease Malcolm by grabbing hold of his shaft, curling my fingers around it slowly. I can feel Malcolm’s cock throbbing hard right in my hands, and I love it. Doing it with erratic movements, I let go of his monstrous cock, and that just so I can I pull both his pants and boxers down his legs, and he does the rest by kicking off his shoes. When I do finally slide Malcolm’s boxers off of his hips, I look deep into his eyes and, placing my hands on his chest, force him to sit up. I follow after, sitting on the floor, and then give him a wicked grin.

  Pushing on his chest, I force him to lay down and then I strike like a wild cat; leaning in, my hands now on his knees, I slowly bring the tip of my tongue to the head of his magnificent cock, moving my tongue in a circular motion on its tip before I start to lick up and down his shaft. I make my way to those huge heavy, low hanging balls of his and I run my tongue across them just to feel him shiver. I then start to take them into my mouth one at a time, lapping at them with my tongue.

  They feel so good in my mouth, and I can feel myself getting wet again. I make it my business to make sure his balls are nice and wet before I start to slide my tongue back up and down his rock hard shaft. I take every inch of that cock inch by inch into my throat, slowly losing all control as I do it. As I tighten my jaws around Malcolm’s shaft I hear him let out a deep groan; I feel his hands in my hair once more and I let him guide my head, his fingers forcing me to slow down. I had gotten so excited I didn’t realize I was going up and down in a frenzy. I feel that huge head deep in my throat trembling and I know that soon he is going to give me all of that hot, creamy load that I crave and
ache for.

  But I don’t want that to happen just yet. Oh, no, I still need more from him.

  Popping his cock out of my mouth, I then go up to my feet with cat-like movements and turn around. I place my feet on either side of his waist and then lower myself over his body, my ass turned to him.

  He remains lying on the floor and, as I sit down, I jut my ass back and press my pussy against his mouth, smothering him. Feeling his skin underneath my ass makes me start riding his face, instinct taking over me. Malcolm takes hold of my ass in his firm hands, spreading my cheeks apart, and his tongue dances up and down the length of my pussy.

  I throw my head back and, as his tongue continues to explore my insides, I can’t help but moan. I grind my pussy against his face, swaying my hips feverishly, and Malcolm takes his fingers to my clit and starts rubbing on it.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as he sucks me hard, doing it as if he were trying to suck my soul out through my pussy. Arching my back, my eyelids begin to flutter and I lose all notion of time. My eyes roll back in their sockets and I start squealing in a high pitched voice I never knew existed inside me.

  A sudden orgasm takes over me in a fraction of a second, making my muscles tense up so fast that it feels as if someone poured concrete into them. I open my mouth to moan (or scream), but all that escapes my lips is a simply whimper, one filled with lush, sinful tones.

  Never has a man made me explode and have an out-of-body experience like this. God, I never knew it was possible for me to cum like this over and over again. If someone ever tried to tell me I would be getting tongue fucked in the Met by a guy like Malcolm, I would have told them they were lying. There’s something about him that makes me turn into an animal and, well, I love being a cat on the prowl.

  Taking a deep breath, I let my hands slide down his shirt and I take them straight to his cock, my pussy still pressed against his mouth. I want to feel his cock in my hands again. I wrap my hands around that thick shaft and start rubbing and stroking it.

  His tongue fights to get back into the rhythm, but I can tell he just can’t stay focused, with me massaging his entire shaft and making my way down to those balls. His magnificent cock stands at attention under my touch, and Malcolm starts to work his hips, begging for my mouth – I oblige and I cover the head of his cock with my wet, soft mouth. He arches his back and picks up the pace of his hips while I take his entire head into my mouth once more.

  I take my mouth off the head of his cock just so I can see how it glistens after I have it all wet. That, together with the soft lights of the Met bouncing off of his cock, make it look that much more majestic.

  Massaging his balls, I place the head back into my mouth and I feel every inch as it slides deeper and deeper down my throat. I bob my head as fast as I can, hell bent on making him explode inside of me. Matching my frenzy, he grabs my ass cheeks again and cranes his neck up, pressing his mouth hard against my pussy.

  I let my mind drift off, instinct taking the steering wheel, and I just keep on swaying my hips and rubbing my pussy over his mouth as I work on his cock with my own mouth. Each time my lips touch the skin around the base of his cock, I feel it pulse harder against my tongue, and I know that soon enough a fountain of cum is going to erupt inside of me.

  And that just sounds perfect, doesn’t it?

  I keep on sucking and licking until the muscles in my neck start to cramp up, but I don’t let that slow me down. Instead, I let the pain fuel the fury of my movements, and I suck on his cock with renewed passion.

  At the same time, Malcolm allows his fingers to wander over the curve of my ass cheeks and he starts caressing my crack. I feel his index finger going over that valley between my cheeks, and then he just presses it against my hole.

  The coming and going motion of my head becomes erratic as I feel his finger on my ass, and then he just starts pushing it in, burying it inside my ass.

  Now sucking on my pussy while he fingers my ass, he drives me through pleasure’s road, and I already feel that sweet pressure building up in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know if he can tell I’m close to coming, but he starts going so hard that if I had to bet, I’d say that yes – Malcolm knows how to read my body better than anyone.

  I feel slight spasms making my pussy lips tremble inside Malcolm’s mouth, my eyes rolling in their orbits as a violent orgasm takes over both my mind and body at the same time.

  Taking my mouth off his cock, I moan loudly, my high-pitched voice straining to turn the ecstasy rushing through my head into sound. I keep on moaning until the orgasm dies down inside of me, and I only quiet down when I feel my throat growing raw, the intensity of my moan almost too much for my body.

  “Jesus,” I whisper silently, opening my eyes and breathing in deeply. Ready to finish him off, I grip his cock tightly and I prepare to dive into him with my mouth open when he stops. He places his hands on my hips and forces me to roll to the side, turning around as he does it.

  He goes to his feet and pulls me after him, bending over and grabbing me by the wrist. I let him pull me up, and then he presses his body fast against mine, pushing me back and pinning me against the wall once more. With both his hands on my wrists, he forces me to lift up my arms and he pins them above my head.

  I look into his eyes, taking in all the hunger flickering there, and I almost give in to the desire prickling my mind.

  Two words.

  I just have to say two words and my body will have what it needs. I just need to say ‘fuck me’ and, before I even know what’s happening, he’ll bury that huge cock inside my pussy and fuck me mercilessly. That’s what my body wants, that’s what my heart and soul want… But my mind says ‘no’, a smudge of rationality still stopping me from ruining the whole thing.

  I can’t give in to Malcolm this easily. Not when there’s so much at stake.

  And still, my body fights back against my mind. I crane my neck and crush my lips against Malcolm’s, kissing him with the urgency of someone that’s about to lose control. I feel his fingers loosening the pressure on my wrists and I escape from his hold, taking one hand straight to his cock and wrapping my fingers around it.

  With my other hand on his waist, I pull him into me and lift one leg slightly up, locking it behind his lower leg. I take my hand out from his waist and hike my dress up to my waist again, baring my pussy; angling his cock, I brush his tip against my drenched folds and grit my teeth, feeling as if I’m walking over the edge of a blade.

  I’m so close to snapping, so close to surrender… And yet, I can’t.

  “Just say the word, Athena,” he whispers, running one hand through my hair. I hear his strong deep voice wrapping itself around my brain, poisoning my rationality, and I almost let him inside of me.

  “No,” I tell him, sighing heavily as the rational part of me somehow wins the battle against my dark side.

  “You’re going to be the end of me, Athena,” Malcolm sighs, and I can feel some of the tension leaving his body. He was ready for it, his soul burning as he waited to hear an ‘yes’ coming out of my mouth.

  “I know,” I whisper back at him, letting go of the hem of my dress and allowing the fabric to cover my naked skin again. Still, even though I might not fuck him… That doesn’t mean I’m through with him.

  I go down to my knees, my hands sliding down his body, and I take my open mouth straight into his cock, allowing his long inches inside of me. I curl my fingers around Malcolm’s shaft at the same time and start sucking and stroking in tandem, his cock already twitching between my lips.

  It doesn’t take him long. He was so intent on fucking me that his cock was already primed for a mind shattering orgasm.

  Next thing I know, a violent spasm takes over his whole shaft and I feel the warmness of his seed take over my mouth. Gushing his load into me, he fills up my mouth faster than I expected, and thick strands of semen escape from between my lips and start dripping down the length of his shaft, pooling down around the base of his cock.
r />   I keep my mouth on his cock as he empties his balls, and I only dare to roll my lips back when I feel that his orgasm has finally come to an end. Moving slowly, I take my mouth off his cock and fall back, sitting up on the floor. Then, feeling my body weaker than I expect, I throw myself back and collapse on the tile floor as my chest rises and falls fast, Malcolm’s cum still filling my mouth.

  Following after me, Malcolm goes does to his knees and then climbs on top of me, his body pressing down on mine. He looks into my eyes and offers me one of his heart-melting smiles. I smile back at him, enjoying the way his lips (and, really, almost his whole face) still glistens from my pussy juices.

  “Ah, fuck it, c’mere,” he says all of a sudden, placing one hand under my neck and forcing my head up. At the same time, he leans into me and crushes his mouth on mine, using his tongue to open up my lips. Sliding his tongue inside my mouth, he swirls it around my own, playing with his own cum at the same time.

  When he pulls back from me, there’s cum dripping down both our chins, and the wickedness of the whole situation makes me laugh. I can’t believe I’m laying down on the floor of the Met after being eaten out and having a guy like Malcolm cum inside my mouth. On the ranking of crazy things I did, this surely takes the top spot.

  Looking into Malcolm’s eyes, I then purse my lips and just swallow his load, smiling as I feel his saltiness sliding down my throat. Running one hand through my hair, he takes his other hand to my lips and brushes his thumb over my mouth, scooping up the stray beads of cum hanging there.

  Never taking his eyes off of mine, he takes his cum coated finger to my mouth and has me lick it dry. I do it willingly, my mind still struggling to comprehend what we’ve done. I still can’t believe it, you know? I mean, this is the Met, not some shady bar where you can sneak off to the bathroom with some tall handsome stranger!

  “I never knew the Met could be this interesting,” I find myself saying, a bright laugh on my lips.

  “Art is always interesting,” he laughs back at me, and I just close my eyes for a moment and try to imprint the moment into my mind.