100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “I was wondering if there was ever going to be an ‘again,’” he says, his words heavy and tense. “Did you plan on coming by, returning a call, send a text, or maybe a fucking carrier pigeon.”

  I'm getting wet listening to him go on. Why in the world does this turn me on like this?

  “Unbuckle my belt,” he repeats, but I know I can’t submit to him this easily. I can’t show him how bad I want and need him. If I can push his buttons just a little harder I'll get exactly what I want.

  I move my fingers down his chest, stopping when I have them hooked on his belt. Then, my eyes on his, I let go and take one step back. Without saying a word, I go back to my desk and pick up the phone. “Could you please cancel any other appointments I have today?” I say, trying hard to conceal the lust that insists on making my voice heavier. I hang up the phone and finally lock my eyes onto Malcolm’s.

  “So what is it that you want me to do?” I ask him, fully knowing that I’m teasing a wild and dangerous animal.

  “I want you to stop being so fucking hot and cold all the time. Either you are into me, or you’re not, but stop messing around and just say which one it is for you.”

  Logically that is the answer that I would expect him to give, but physically that is not even close to what I want. Maybe if I get this desk from between us I can move this along.

  “What do you want?” I ask plainly, finally coming to stand next to him as he reaches a full standing position again.

  Instead of repeating his order from before, he just grabs the back of my head and roughly pulls me to him. The kiss is not a sweet gentle affair. This is a collision. His lust impacting my own at full speed. His tongue forces its way into my mouth. His lips undulating against mine as a violent massage of need. God damn I love kissing this man. I can feel my body respond as my pussy starts to tingle.

  I reach up to place my hand on the back of his head. I want to make sure he doesn’t break away until we are both ready. He stops me. His hand closes around my raising wrist with laser-like accuracy. Malcolm twists my arm behind me. His hand locks like steel around my wrist. I feel myself start to gasp, but it's no use because his mouth is locked to mine.

  Malcolm turns me slightly and backs me up to my desk. The sharp corner digs into my ass as he presses forward. His tongue leading the way he leans back over the desk. I put my free hand back to steady myself and I feel the stapler slide across the mahogany top.

  My legs open of their own accord letting his strong body close to me. He closes the distance by pulling harder at the back of my head. His fingers curl inward and scratch along my scalp as he entangles my hair. The pain is refreshing in a strange way. The tingling lets me know that I'm alive. That this is really happening. Just like I had hoped that it would.

  He is so delicious his tongue tastes sweet and salty. I try to take in as much of his taste as I can, but the way he's pressed against me is making it hard to breath and therefore hard to concentrate on tasting him. My head is feeling light. The sensations vibrating from my pussy are becoming more intense as I find it harder to keep a clear thought in my mind. I'm bouncing from the feeling between my legs, to the taste of his tongue, to my need for more air.

  Just as the world around me begins to spin he pulls back. Oxygen rushes to my brain almost instantly as Malcolm pulls my hair causing my head to tilt back.

  “Fuck,” I manage to gasp out as my mind tries to make the ceiling stop spinning. The fan is not helping.

  “That is the plan,” he hisses before biting my neck. His sharp teeth pinching my skin almost to the breaking point snaps my mind back into focus.

  I have to decide how I want to play this. Do I want to give in this easily and be immediately submissive to this man’s desires? That idea certainly has merit and a lot of very hot iterations. I could also push back and see just how far he is willing to go to have me. There are a good number of incredibly sexy positives to this approach.

  “Only if you can take me.” The words are out of my mouth before I come to a conscious conclusion. Guess, I am going with defiant. This should be interesting.

  “All right, then,” Malcolm hisses as he twists my arm in the other direction spinning me around. His hand backed up by those rippling arm muscles press against my back. I push back just a little, almost as a test. He adds more pressure and pins me, bent at the waist over my own desk. I have just enough time to turn my head before my body hits the hard surface.

  Malcolm is obviously not concerned with any type of warm-up. I feel my skirt bunch and lift as his free hand reaches between my legs. His fingers find the edge of my panties. He moves the small piece of material covering my pussy to the side.

  I gasp and then let out a small shriek when his fingers plunge into my hole. He has to have at least two inside me. There is no way that a single finger could stretch the lips of my pussy apart like this. Malcolm bends his fingers and press mercilessly at my G-spot. The intensity of the response to having the spot touched so roughly is overwhelming. Pinned to the desk all I can do is shiver as the orgasm races through my body. I was not prepared to go off so suddenly. My eyes clamp shut. I can feel the heat spread across my face as I drink in such a sudden release.

  Malcolm starts pulling his fingers out of me and I shudder as he does. I was ready for him to be done with fingering me, but instead he shoves his fingers back inside my pussy so hard and fast he lifts my body off the ground enough that I am on tip toes. The callouses on his fingers and palm scrape against my delicate skin as he continues to slam his fingers into my pussy over and over. My body is lifting and falling as he pounds into me. I can hear him breathing hard as he works his hand in and out of my hole. I can also hear the squishing sounds of his fingers moving in and out of the juices my pussy is currently gushing. Fuck almighty, I didn’t know I wanted rough sex this badly.

  My eyes slam shut again as another round of pure erotic joy blasts through every part of me. It is like there is pure electricity coursing through me. I would swear on anything that bolts of lightning were shooting from my toes, fingertips, and nipples at this very moment.

  The shudders rocking my body begin to abate and I can focus a little better. I can hear Malcolm grunting as he drives his fingers into me over and over again.

  Suddenly I'm spinning and falling. My knees bend and hit the floor.

  “You want to play it both ways. The problem is you can’t. You want to act like a cock-tease then I'm going to show you what happens to a cock tease.” His words are menacing.

  His speed and strength are intimidating. I didn't feel him change his grip. I was bent over the desk and then I was on my knees. How he did it, I don’t know or care because this whole experience is so amazingly sexy.

  Once again he yanks my head backward so that I'm looking straight up. His handsome face looming over me. His eyes filled with unadulterated want. His lips set with pure determination.

  I can only watch as he brings his other hand into my view and places his two fingers, now covered with my fluids, against my lips. I've never tasted my own cum before, but the smell of my juices on his fingers just below my nose makes me want to open my mouth. Something inside of me needs to suck his fingers clean. My mind is telling me to make him happy, to do whatever Malcolm wants me to do. But, I'm supposed to be resisting. Somewhere inside my mind another voice is telling me it is too early to submit fully to his will.

  I press my lips together tightly. Malcolm is lightning fast. His hand releases my hair but before I can react and lower my head his hand is around my throat. I can feel his strength through the skin of my neck. The imminent threat is turning me on in a way that I've never felt before. He is not actually hurting me. He is putting just the slightest bit of pressure against the sides of my neck. It's the possibility that with the slightest flex I could be in danger that is making this so erotic. The look on his face says clearly that he's on the edge of control. Just the slightest bit of continued resistance could make him lose control. I don’t dare press my luc
k any farther. I give into that voice that wants me to relent. My mouth opens letting his fingers slip in.

  I taste amazing. It has never occurred to me to try licking my own fingers and no other man has ever suggested it. I can taste salt, something sweet and there is a tangy taste that is making my tongue tingle just a little bit.

  “You know what that taste is?” Malcolm’s growl is low and reverberates through me as he speaks. “That is your body rebelling. You say you don’t want me. You act like you don’t want me, but the minute I'm in the same room with you, your pussy tells the truth.”

  He's so right. I knew days ago when I had decided to try to ignore him.

  “Unbuckle my belt,” he orders pulling his fingers out of my mouth but keeping his hold on my throat. I hesitate. I’m not sure I'm even resisting at this point. I'm just not sure how to work around his arm. The small amount of time was enough to test his control. His fingers tightened just a bit. I can feel the tips of his fingers pressing against the veins in the sides of my neck. It is still not dangerous, but I take the warning for what it is and I scramble to loosen his belt.

  His order has taken over my mind, and this time I simply can’t resist his commands.

  “Take out my cock,” his hissed order sending shivers up my spine. His hand is still around my neck but now I know how to work around him so there is no hesitation. I consider, for just a flash of thought, about taking my time. I've never considered myself to be an extremely naughty girl. Oh sure, I've always liked a little light spanking, some biting and the occasional scratch along the back, but I never considered that I would enjoy a man being so rough with me. I decide just as quickly to not press things too far too quickly. I manage to free his monstrous cock in record time.

  “Suck on my balls,” he orders me continuing to hiss his instructions through gritted teeth while lifting his cock with his free hand.

  I don’t consider hesitating at all because he isn’t giving me the option; his fingers dig a little bit harder into the tender flesh of my neck as he pulls my head forward. All I have to do is open my mouth.

  His skin is hot and velvety smooth. I manage to fit both of them in my mouth at the same time. His scent fills my nose and causes a slight tingle in my nostrils. I roll his balls around with my tongue; the musky scent of his body makes me moan. I'm sure he appreciates the vibration because I can feel his body rumble with a guttural moan of his own.

  Malcolm releases his grip on my throat. I hadn’t realized it but I was not getting as much air as I needed because just as suddenly as he releases his grip, I draw in a deep breath through my nose and I feel dizzy. He is again not giving me the time to think about myself. His hand is instantly tangled in my hair and my head is once again jerked back. I register the popping sound of his balls leaving my mouth.

  I manage a gasp of air before he plunges his cock into my mouth. I feel the thick tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and bend downward and invade my throat. I feel the gagging start deep inside me. My body rebels against the intrusion, but Malcolm is determined to make this all about him. I start to push against his thighs trying to free myself, but he holds my head tightly against him. My nose bends slightly against his body. I can’t bring in enough air. I start to panic. I know I can’t take this any longer.

  Malcolm wrenches back on my hair pulling his cock free of my mouth. Thick strings of saliva trail from my mouth and cling, at the other end, to his glistening cock. I pant for air and try to get the panic under control. My eyes are closed and I don’t see him twist his hips. I feel the bulk of his twelve-inch shaft smack against the side of my face.

  “You're going to learn a lesson one way or the other,” Malcolm says. I open my eyes and while he's still holding my hair, he's tilting my head as far back as it will go. He is bending over me. His face is just a single inch from mine. “You are going to find out the price of leading a man like me on, or you are going to find out that you really enjoy being a dirty whore.”

  Considering how much I'm enjoying this I don’t see much of an option. For any other man I would've put up a hell of a serious fight against being treated this way, but for Malcolm I am one hundred percent fine with being the nastiest, sluttiest fuck toy on the planet.

  I watch as he leans back coming to full height. His hips twist and his cock swings toward me again. The impact doesn’t hurt. The thick thud against my cheek is punctuated with a wet slapping sound. My darkest inner desire is in full control of me. My whole body explodes with the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced. It's as if dynamite has gone off inside of me and my body and mind are shattered instantly into a million little pieces. I slump, his grasp on my hair the only thing holding me up as I lose all control of my muscles and joints. I shake with tremor after tremor as the feelings of ecstasy thunder through me.

  “I guess I know which lesson you choose to learn,” Malcolm’s steely voice says from somewhere seemingly far away. “I like the way you think.”

  A sense of being lifted up registers at the very back of my brain. I have no idea what is coming next, but even the concept of rational thought is beyond my grasp right now. I want to be his whore and that means wanting what he wants so why put too much thought into it?

  I finally manage some focus when my ass lands on my desk. Pens, the stapler, and paper go flying. Malcolm roughly pushes my legs up so that the heels of my shoes catch on the narrow end of the desk. He pushes the hem of my skirt roughly up my body. My ass lifts of its own accord to let the obstructing fabric pass.

  “I think you've been planning this,” Malcolm says once again hissing through his teeth. I honestly have no clue what prompted that comment, “But you made a serious mistake.” Nope, still no idea what he's talking about. “A good whore wears garters and stocking, do you know why?”

  “No, sir,” I don’t think I've ever called anyone sir in my entire life but right now it seems so appropriate and, truthfully, really fucking sexy.

  “Because it gives any man easy access to your sweet little cunt.” There is another word that has never been sexy before, but just hearing him say in reference to my pussy send another shiver of joy up my spine. “You made the mistake of wearing panties. You're going to learn soon enough not to make such amateur mistakes. My fucking whore is going to be open and available whenever I want, you got that?”

  I can’t form words. The delayed and serious look in his eyes is making it hard to concentrate on anything, and it's building pressure in my body. From the center of my pussy a deliciously delayed sense of pleasure is growing. He's going to rip my thong apart and fuck me. I have been wanting this since the last time we spoke. I've wanted this man to come take me this way, rough and mercilessly, and now he's going to do it. Malcolm is going to make me his. This is fucking amazing.

  I watch him lean over me. My eyes follow his hands as he reaches toward me. I suck in a breath. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this moment.

  What the fuck? My eyes are glued to the movement of his hands and he's reaching past my crotch. This change in the anticipated action freezes me. I can only continue to watch as his thick fingers find the split in my blouse. It's like time slows. I'm mesmerized as I watch each individual muscle in his arms flex. Ropes of pure power coiling to unleash damage. Time snaps back to normal speed as the buttons of my blouse spring free flying across the room and the silk tears. The awesome display of power and the cool air against my skin make me shriek just a little. Malcolm pays no attention to my shocked noise. He's already reaching into my bra, with his hand digging desperately to find my nipple. He finds the nub without much searching. I can’t control the shriek as he pulls my tit free from my bra. My tit is stretched so far by him that it looks like a traffic cone attached to my chest. It hurts so much but I can feel the cum running out of my pussy.

  He lets my nipple slip from between his fingertips. My flesh springs back and he reaches in again looking for the other nipple. Again he pulls me free of the lace and padding, letting my breast snap back once he
had stretched it to its fullest. Malcolm then grabs each of my boobs, one in each of his hands. He grips them so tightly it feels like he is crushing them and I guess he actually is crushing my tits.

  Splayed out on my desk with my tits out in the open and my legs spread I can’t help but feel so incredibly turned on. He may be extremely pissed off but I realize how much I've wanted to be wanted. How much I've wanted this man to be the one who wants me so badly he will break every rule and social convention to possess me. I can’t imagine how sex could get any better than this, and I allow myself just a second to marvel at how deeply I enjoy being his.

  “Mmmmmm,” I can feel his sounds of approval vibrating through his tongue as he licks the side of my neck, his hands still crushing my exposed breasts. I can feel the heat of his body as he bends over me. It's so soothing. His warmth spreads across my skin through what remaining clothing I have on. I feel my back pressing into him, trying to soak in as much of his heat as I can.

  Malcolm begins to stand up and as he does he releases his crushing grip of my tits. They throb with the return of blood flow that his strong hands have restricted.

  “You’re mine now and I will not tolerate any more of your silly little games,” Malcolm says as he is leaning back. I can only stare straight into his eyes. They are so intent that it is hypnotic to look at him. His features are so stern. Gazing at him I feel a sense of vulnerability. There is really nothing that I could do to get away from him at this moment. Not that I want to get away from him, in fact, the only thing that I want is to be closer to him and I desperately want him to be so close to me that he's inside of me. I try changing my tactics. I lift my hips trying to push into him.

  His cock is hanging out of his pants. I have no idea how his jeans, with the fly open and the button undone, can cling to his hips. Malcolm always wears the most perfect clothes. It's like he has them tailored, but even so the fact that they have not fallen is amazing to me.

  My eyes track the movement of his arm and hand as they swing back. My mind isn’t putting the pieces together. He reverses the swing and his hand slaps into the side of my aching breast. The sound of skin impacting skin echoes throughout the office. I'm sure my assistant is going to be bursting through the door any second now. I plead with the cosmos that she doesn’t come in. I have to have this man, now.