100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  He has one hand on my ass, his other one holding my left breast as he pinches my nipple. I moan subduedly, my throat too spent to do anything that demands more of an effort. Still, even though all my muscles are cramping, I start to rock my body against his, impaling myself on his cock. As I do it, he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand - this time just once, but hard enough that I know there’s going to be a mark there for the next few hours. And that’s just fine - I love to be marked by him like this.

  My arms feeling weak, I go down, supporting myself only with my forearms. Feeling me go limp, he laces my waist, one arm of his holding my ass up as he keeps on ravaging me. God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired in my entire life… This tired and happy, I mean.

  Malcolm’s thrusts don’t take long to do their job - a fire rises inside of me, driving away all exhaustion, and I start pushing my ass back against him once more. My whole body tenses up, every fiber in me becoming as solid as concrete, and I brace for impact. And, this time, it seems that I won’t be the only one burning up: Malcolm’s cock is already twitching hard inside of me, kicking against my inner walls as I feel his fingers digging deep into my flesh.

  We don’t say a word.

  We let our bodies do the talking and we just surrender, the high tide of pleasure sweeping us both. I fight back against the pain in my throat and give birth to one final scream, the sound of it so shrill I feel my eardrums recoiling. As my voice quivers, I feel my insides becoming warmer, his cock shooting a river of cum inside of me. We remain still and locked in place, our bodies in communion as we both climax.

  He fills me up to the brim, his cum dripping down my legs and staining the table under me. And still he keeps cumming - Malcolm truly is a God among men. Ripped as a model, hung as God… It’s only fitting that when he cums he has gallons of it to shoot. Not that I’m complaining, far from it. In fact, I absolutely love it: to see him cum like that and knowing that I’m the one responsible for it… Well, do I need to say anything else? His pleasure is my pleasure.

  I don’t move until he’s done, his cock finally stopping all movement. By then the surface of the table under me has become a wet mess, strands of cum going down my legs and pooling around my knees.

  The moment he slides his cock out I simply collapse on top of the table, laying on my stomach. Swear to God, the moment I feel the cold wooden tabletop under my belly, I drift off almost immediately. My eyelids droop and it’s as if I’m unconscious, even though my body’s still registering everything around me.

  I feel Malcolm’s fingers tracing the outline of my ass and, placing both his hands between my thighs, he makes me spread my legs. Even though I’m barely conscious I can’t help but sigh heavily as I feel his face between my thighs, his mouth once again on my pussy lips, licking them dry. His tongue goes up and down my folds in such a gentle way that the corner of my lips curl into a tenuous smile, almost as if I were in a dream - the kind of dream from which you don’t want to wake up.

  He keeps going until there isn’t anything left to lick, going as far as licking the strands of cum that slid down my legs. Finally done, he makes me sit up on the table and then picks me up.

  Carrying me in his arms, he takes me across the dining room and climbs upstairs. He opens the door to one of the room and steps inside, walking toward a large bed. He lays me down there, the mattress shifting under our weight, and then he lays next to me. I roll to the side, snuggling against him with one arm across his chest. It’s time to stop fighting the urge to slip into unconsciousness - and that’s exactly what I do. With my eyes closed, I take one deep breath and I’m out.

  I dive head first into the void, a dreamless sleep engulfing me. But, before I drown in it, I still have the time to feel my heart fluttering inside my chest, a pleasant warmness crawling toward my mind. God, I couldn’t be happier right now. Whatever happens, nobody will be able to steal this moment from me: our naked and exhausted bodies pressed together, both me and Malcolm drifting off.

  I’ve never been what you’d call a romantic… But, damn, this feels right.

  16

  Athena

  “Where--?” I ask as I open my eyes, blinking as my eyes adjust to the darkness in the room. I sit up, realizing that I’m not in my bed, and the memories from before just flood me in a rush.

  Oh my God, I had sex with Malcolm.

  “Hey,” I hear him say, and I turn around, realizing that he’s lying down by my side. Sitting up next to me, he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “G’morning,” he whispers, and my eyes snap to the window. Even though the curtains are drawn, I can still see the pink glow of a sunrise beyond them.

  “Did we sleep the whole night?” I ask him, still trying to deal with the memories from the amazing sex we had. I mean, those are the kinds of memories I’ll take to my deathbed.

  “We did. You were… exhausted,” he replies with a soft chuckle, and I laugh too, my body still feeling sore. Yeah, I was exhausted, alright.

  “Well, I’m not exhausted anymore,” I shoot back, my eyes wandering up and down his naked body. Hey, don’t judge – after I had a taste, I just want to get back at it.

  Pressing my body against his, my breasts brushing against his arm, I rest one hand on his chest and slide it down, only stopping when I have my fingers around his cock. It hardens up against my palm fast, desire making it as hard as a diamond, and I feel my heart drumming that old song of lust and desire.

  Round two – here we go.

  I run my fingers up and down his shaft, and it gets harder as I stroke it, growing to its full potential. With one last look into his eyes, I lean and brush the tip of my tongue against his cock. Its tip is delicious, and it unleashes these butterflies inside my stomach again. God, I can feel my pussy wetting my thighs. My clit aching to be touched, played with.

  I lower my mouth onto his cock while I massage the rest of his shaft with my hands, stroking it in tune with the strokes of my mouth, matching it as Malcolm reaches for my breasts and squeezes them eagerly. His hands are all over my body, and it feels absolutely amazing; I stay the course sucking his cock and enjoying the way I send him into pure oblivious bliss.

  Needing to feel every square inch of his body I rest my free hand over his stomach and Malcolm shivers as I trace his chiseled abs with my fingernail, outlining each one of his eight pack abs. He starts to breath shallow, and I know I have his full attention.

  Rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, I only stop when I feel its tip pressed against the back of my throat. I hold there for a long second and then I go back, sucking hard on his tip as I allow his cock out of my mouth. Running my tongue in slow soft circles around the tip of his cock, I start to caress his balls, moving them gently over my fingers.

  Malcolm lays both his hands on my head and, hooking his fingers on my hair, he pulls me into him. I open my mouth as wide as I can immediately, letting him guide me toward his cock again - the moment my lips are on him again, I start to bob my head back and forth, sucking on him as hard as I can. I wrap my fingers around the root of his member and I start moving my hand at the same time as my head, stroking and sucking in a coming and going motion. I start slow, but it doesn’t take long for him to urge me to go faster, the slight pressure of his fingers on my head the only directions I need.

  Moving as fast as I can, I have to stop for a few seconds, just enough to catch my breath. I look up at him, my heart fluttering inside my chest as I see him with his eyes closed, enjoying my mouth on him. Stroking him fast, I tilt my head sideway and lick the whole length of his shaft, going down toward his balls; there, I open my mouth wide and suck one ball in, rolling it over my tongue, and then I do the same with the other one. They’re heavy and warm, filled with a seed that I can’t wait to feel all over my body.

  I’ve never been one to go full blown kinky, but with Malcolm somehow that seems to be the standard. And I just love it - the dirtier and naughtier the better. He just makes me feel unlike anything I have e
ver experienced… I never even knew sex could be this good.

  Placing my lips on his shaft, I run them back up to his tip, and then I take his cock inside of me once again. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, I don’t stop until I hear his hard breathing, his fingers like claws on my hair. I would have gone all the way and let him fill my mouth with his cum, but he has other plans - he pulls his cock out of my mouth and makes me sit up again, his narrowed eyes locked on mine.

  “Give me those lips,” he whispers, and my eyelids droop as he leans into me, my lips parting as our mouths touch. I run my tongue over his lips, breathing in his scent and allowing desire to take the steering wheel.

  He lets one hand of his fall down to my waist, the other going up my neck as his fingers run free through my hair. He pulls back from me and I open my eyes, locking them on his as I lick my lips with anticipation.

  This time I’m the one leaning in, straining against the hold he has on me as our lips touch again. I let my tongue push the way into his mouth, and tilt my head sideways as we kiss in abandonment. My hands are running free over his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his abdominals, as my eyes wander over the chiseled muscles on his chest.

  With what sounds like a growl, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He lays harsh kisses against my skin, the hand on my waist going around it and over the curve of my ass. A moan climbs up my throat and explodes into the air, my hands going around his body and to his back.

  "I’ve developed a taste for your pussy, you know?" he suddenly says with a chuckle.

  "I noticed. And I developed a taste for this " I tell him, my fingers curling around his massive cock. My pussy pulses as I grab him, anticipating how it’s going to feel when he’s deep inside of me – even though I should be used to it by now, I still can’t get past the fact that he’s freaking huge.

  “Well, then we’re in luck, aren’t we?” he tells me as his hand goes up my side, his long fingers squeezing my right breast as he stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with me. There’s a wide grin on his face, one that holds promises of moans and screams before he’s done. It’s not as if that’s a surprise, though - I always moan and scream when I’m with him. Always.

  Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.

  Changing breasts, he now devotes his attention to my left nipple, this time applying just a bit more pressure. I grab him harshly by his hair, pulling his head against my tits and forcing him to suck hard. He does it eagerly, sucking on one nipple as he squeezes the other breast, but then he pulls back with a grin.

  “Why do you have to be so fucking delicious?” he asks me, an expression of amusement on his face. As he speaks he lets both his hands go to my ass, and he cups my cheeks hard. I moan in a low tone as I feel my flesh under his fingers and then, before I even know how he has done it, he has pulled me up and into him, my legs wrapped around his waist I rest my arms over his shoulders.

  I buck my hips at him immediately, his cock brushing against my pussy; I do it harder, pinning his shaft between my crotch and his body, and then I start to rock my body, grinding against him as if I were delirious. God, I can already feel my juices dripping down my thighs.

  “I love you, Athena,” Malcolm says suddenly, and I look at him with my mouth hanging open. I wasn’t expecting that, no doubt about it. And I heard right, didn’t I? Malcolm just told me that he loves me.

  After fighting so hard for it, I managed to make him fall for me. All the teasing, all the seduction… It worked. There’s just one little detail that I didn’t know would be part of the equation.

  “Say that again,” I ask him, looking into his as a smile dawns on my lips – a genuine, honest-to-God smile.

  “I love you, Athena. I fucking love you,” he repeats and, even though I know he’s probably trying to find a way to both love me and save his business empire, I love it. The way these three words sound when they come out of his mouth in that deep voice of his… Oh, I hope this isn’t a dream! “Do you want me to keep saying it? Because I can,” he continues, and I can’t help but laugh.

  I press my forehead against his and stay like that for a while, my eyes closed as I try to engrave this moment into my mind. Then I just press my lips on his, kissing him fiercely and feeling more than ready for the second round.

  Still with his hands on my ass, he allows his fingertips to slide inward, my insides burning as I feel his fingertips nearing my ass hole. He runs his index finger along the length of my crack, only then pressing it over my hole. I press my forehead against his shoulder as he slides his finger one inch in, using his other hand to angle his cock down. As he moves his finger into my ass, he thrusts at the same time, the tip of his cock touching my inner lips and easily piercing me in a fraction of a second.

  I claw at his back, my fingernails digging on his muscles as he starts his see-saw motion, his cock moving in and out of me with clockwork precision.

  My pussy pulsing as he fucks me, I consciously tighten it around his shaft, intensifying the pleasure tenfold. I only last a few seconds, and then I have to ease the pressure. Even so, it’s enough for me to let out one harsh scream, my throat already starting to complain.

  Fucking me relentlessly, Malcolm keeps on pistoning his cock into me as if he were a machine, his muscles showing no sign of exhaustion. In fact, I think that he could keep going for the duration of the day, holding me close as he thrusts over and over again, demolishing my pussy with his gigantic cock.

  Unfortunately, I’m not that resilient.

  My brain is already on fire, and I feel another vicious orgasm coming for me, its fangs ready to rip my mind into shreds. And that’s exactly what happens – Malcolm thrusts hard and deep, and I simply explode, arching my back and allowing pleasure to shoot up my spine and explode inside my skull.

  For a moment, I think I even pass out. The pleasure is so intense that it feels like I’m floating, my soul leaving my body for a fraction of a second.

  Oh, this isn’t sex. This is so much better than just sex.

  Succumbing to the intensity of the ecstasy rushing through my veins, I throw my head back and let a loud moan erupt on my lips, the sound of my voice filling the whole room and echoing inside my head.

  When I finally stop screaming, Malcolm allows me to fall back and I just collapse on top of the mattress. The moment I feel my back against its softness, I realize all muscles in my body are still twitching and spasming as I reel from the orgasm.

  He lays down by my side, one of his hands resting over my right breast, and he lays one soft kiss on my cheek. His hands slides down my breast to my stomach, and then he keeps on going until his fingers are brushing against my wet pussy lips.

  Placing his open hand over my pussy, he slides one finger in, hooking it upward until he’s touching my G-spot. He starts rubbing it, pressing there until my back is arched and I’m sighing heavily.

  “Swear to God, I can’t get enough of your pussy, Athena… I don’t know what it is about you, but you drive me fucking crazy,” he whispers, sliding one more finger inside of me. As he starts to move his two fingers in and out of my pussy, he presses his thumb over my clit, rubbing it with wide circles until my eyes are shut and I’m bunching up the sheets. With one masterful stroke he presses hard on my G-spot as he applies the same kind of pressure on my clit - I come in a heartbeat, my hands moving erratically over the sheets as a convulsion of pleasure takes over both my mind and body. I’m shaking and trembling, all of me descending into a feverish state as he takes his fingers out of my pussy.

  I’m still coming when he presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, feeding one inch of it into me. Reacting unconsciously, I lace my legs behind his back and reel him in, forcing him inside at once. His cock sheathed in me to the hilt, I start thrusting erratically, lifting my ass up from the mattress
as I force his cock in and out of my pussy.

  It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for him to take the lead - my hips are no longer moving and I’m just laying back as he starts to thrust, his hips moving so fast that my brain starts to overheat. I claw at his back, scratching and clawing as I urge him to go even faster, even it if that means leaving me in a catatonic state once we’re done. I don’t even care if I’m hurting him - all that I care about right now is that he fucks me as hard as humanly possible, using that gigantic cock of his to stretch my pussy wide and ruin me completely.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, the blood in my veins starting to boil.

  “I’m your God, Athena,” he whispers into my ear, his pace never dropping. “And I own you right now,” he adds, burying his cock so deep into me that he just rips a scream out of my throat.

  He pulls back out slowly, just to thrust with all his strength again. He does that over and over again - sliding out of me as slowly as possible, making me hold my breath, and then going back in harshly. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to be rolling in their orbits, my muscles tensing up as electricity pools in them. I’m like a bomb about to go off, and there’s no disarming me. With each thrust of his I can feel the clock ticking down - until it finally reaches zero.

  A numbness blankets my mind as I come, but this time I don’t moan or scream - I try to, but the only sound that my throat produces is a weak groan. My muscles twitch as if I’m being electrocuted, adrenaline coursing through me as it mixes with a batch of endorphins - a pure cocktail of sinful decadence.

  I collapse on top of the mattress, mentally and physically exhausted. Malcolm gives me a break, pulling his cock out of me… But, of course, what he has in mind isn’t really a break: he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line toward my breasts. He kisses the curve of my tits, lingering for a few seconds on each of my nipples, and then continues its descent toward the valley between my thighs. His kisses make my skin buzz and, the closer he gets to my pussy, the more my body starts to awaken from its stupor. When he finally reaches his target he starts by gently kissing my groins, taking his time as I recover from that mind numbing orgasm.