100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Yes,” Malcolm says, gasping in a sharp breath. “I’ve thought about you while I’ve jerked off.”

  “Do you like thinking about me when you stroke that long, thick cock?”

  “You’re my favorite thing to think about when I jerk off.”

  “Tell me what you think about when you’re jerking off and imagining me.” He opens his mouth and nothing comes out. I knew I would get him with that one. He might be willing to play along to a point but Malcolm’s too much of a controller to go along with this without being pushed just a little. “Tell me, or B.O.B. is going to finish the night for me.”

  “I… I… I think about…” Watching Malcolm struggle for words is strangely sexy. I can see why he likes being the one in control. Turning the tables on him is really turning me on.

  I shove the vibrator deeper inside of me. I think it’s pretty damn obvious that I don’t just want a mechanically-induced orgasm, but if we’re going to keep this game going, I have to at least look like I’m serious about the threat.

  “I think about you stroking my cock,” he finally gets out.

  “You like it when I wrap my fingers around your throbbing shaft and stroke you? Is that all that you imagine? Tell me a good story or jerking yourself off while looking at me in this sexy thong is all you’re going to get.”

  “I think about how hot your mouth is when you first wrap your lips around my cock and how good it feels when you really suck on my cock,” he blurts out. I can tell he’s picking up steam. “I remember how good it feels when you run your tongue up and down the underside of my shaft.” Malcolm shudders with pleasure at the thought.

  “Is that all?”

  “No, I think about how tight your pussy is.”

  “Is that your favorite part?”

  “No,” Malcolm says firmly. Even he looks surprised by the voraciousness of his answer. I stop moving my hand, leaving B.O.B. buzzing inside me. Now I’m really intrigued.

  “What’s your favorite part?” I prod him. Now I have to know.

  “My favorite part is imagining other things I want you to do to me.”

  “Like what?” I ask as I pull the vibrator from my hole and start running the tip around my clit again. I want to be ready for this answer.

  “I imagine you straddling me.” His hand never stops pumping away at his cock. I’m surprised at how restrained he is. “I imagine grasping your tits as you lower your pussy over my cock. I think about pinching your nipples while you bounce up and down.” His words are like magic. My hand drifts back to my nipple and I start to tug as he talks. “I think about tasting you. I try to remember exactly how your cum tastes when I lick your pussy. I love that taste.”

  I can’t concentrate on too many things at once so I just hold the tip of the vibrator against my clit and let the pulsing do the work. “Is that your favorite part? Is that what gets you off?”

  “No.” He’s firm again but this time, he doesn’t seem surprised by his own answer.

  “What gets you off? Tell me your favorite part.” It’s everything I can do to keep that last part from sounding like I’m begging.

  “My favorite part of imagining fucking you while I’m jerking off is something we haven’t done yet.” Malcolm keeps his hand moving slowly along his ridged shaft as he looks at me. His eyes search mine for some sign that I want to know what he’s been dreaming about. I’m not sure why he thinks he needs to search. The fact that I need to know is written across my face in fucking neon.

  I have to know, now!

  I just stare at him, letting my face tell him everything he needs to know.

  “What gets me off is imagining you lowering your pussy over my face. I think about you holding onto the headboard as you rub that sweet little cunt over my outstretched tongue. I want you to ride my face until you cum.” His words are fast, like they’re spilling out of him. Like he can’t control himself. “I want to feel your juices run down my face. I want to feel your scream of joy through the flesh of your clenching thighs. When I think about you cumming on my face is when I cum.”

  “Get the fuck over here,” I shout, throwing B.O.B. to the side. Bedroom games be damned, this is about to get serious. “Lay right fucking there,” I order, pointing to a spot on the bed. Malcolm does exactly as he’s told. I take one look at his entire body, so strong, lean, and athletic. It would be so much fun to rub my pussy over any part of him, but he wants my cunt on his face?

  Who am I to deny him that? Or, myself for that matter?

  His hand returns to his cock, slowly stroking it up and down. “Don’t you dare cum before I tell you to,” I warn him. “That’s mine.”

  I grab the headboard. The dark wood arching up at the center of the bed is the perfect place to grip. I feel the little straps of my thong shift as I swing my leg over Malcolm’s face. I catch the briefest glimpse of his face as my thigh passes over him. The sparkle of ecstasy in his eyes is so insanely hot. The idea that I could create that feeling in a man drives me wild.

  My knee touches the mattress and I begin lowering myself onto his face. The scratching of his five-o’clock shadow against the soft skin of my thighs sends shivers racing up and down my spine.

  I feel the warmth of his tongue and the rumble of his appreciative moan as I settle in. His hands slide all over the silk covering my legs. His tongue is lapping at my pussy. All of the work with the vibrator is slowly running toward his outstretched tongue and he’s drinking it up.

  I rock my hips, moving the folds of my pussy past the tip of his tongue and then back again. This is a new sensation for me. I’ve never been in control of oral sex like this, and fuck all if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.

  And fucking hard. It takes a lot more strength in the thighs to hold yourself up like this then I’d thought it would. I’m already shaking from the effort.

  Malcolm’s hands grab me by the tops of my thighs and he pulls me down onto him. It takes the strain off my thigh muscles but how the hell can he breathe?

  I don’t put too much thought into his ability to get air because at that same moment he jams his tongue straight into my pussy and starts wiggling it around. He traces the entire way around my opening.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before and my body rewards Malcolm for creating this new experience by unleashing every bit of sexual energy I have stored in me. I dig my fingers into the headboard. It takes everything I have in my arms to keep upright as I tremble. The sheer joy racing through me forces my eyes shut, my head backward, and a scream out of me that starts at the very core of my being.

  The first wave starts to subside. I loosen my grip on the headboard. Malcolm is still working his tongue between the folds of my pussy. He makes the most wonderful moaning sounds that radiate through my body. It's like he's enjoying the most delicious meal ever.

  Riding his face is so fucking hot. It's a new experience for me and once again, just like every other time with Malcolm, the orgasm was spectacular. But, I'm not ready to be done and there are other things that I want.

  Now that I finally feel confident that I can control my body enough to move I start to pull my leg over the top of Malcolm. I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure that he whimpered a little as I pulled my pussy away from his face. I don't worry too much about his disappointment because I know he'll be getting his sweet treat back in just a moment. I really do enjoy being the center of attention, but this time I want to take a more active role. I know it may seem like Malcolm is enjoying himself, but I want him to really enjoy himself.

  I manage to swing my leg all the way over Malcolm without falling on my head, which I consider to be a huge bonus given that my size and my arms are shaking uncontrollably from all the exertion and excitement. Looking at Malcolm's face I can't help but take a certain amount of satisfaction from the fact that his skin is shiny, and slick with my cum. Despite the disappointed look on his face from having just lost the chance to continue to eat my pussy, there is definitely a sense of deep satisfaction in
his eyes.

  At any given moment I love to just stare at his handsome face, but right now, I have other plans and I think he desperately wants to continue to lick me. It takes a little bit of doing, but I'm able to reposition myself so that I swing my other leg back over his face so that now I'm facing toward the rest of him.

  Once again Malcolm lets out a fulfilled moan when I lower my cunt over his face. He immediately readjusts his arms so that he is able to grab my ass. It is a combination of him pulling me closer to him and him lifting his head so that he can once again plunges tongue between my folds. His stubble tickles my freshly shaven pussy.

  I take a moment to let him get adjusted and for me to admire his rock hard twelve inches. The slightly purple tint to the skin of the head of his cock makes my mouth water. I fall forward barely catching myself with my arms that land on each side of his hips. As I allow myself to fall, my mouth is open and I’m impaled on his beautiful, thick cock. I pull my head back just a fraction of an inch, the movement soliciting another deep moan from Malcolm. I now have enough room to run my tongue over and around the head of his cock. The velvety soft skin is the sharp contrast to the hardness that lays beneath.

  I stop for just a moment, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around his cock, but paying attention to the movements of his tongue as he continues to lick and suck me. This is a bit of a mental exercise for me. Using just a few seconds of sensory input I match the movements of his tongue on my pussy with the movements of my tongue on his dick. I also add an up-and-down motion using my arms and my neck to bob my head along his shaft.

  Intellectual exercise, or not, I get so turned on by having this man's cock in my mouth. The idea that I'm giving him pleasure and driving him to the brink of insanity gives me great satisfaction. Sucking Malcolm's cock is almost like a game to me. There are two different ways to score points. The only way to score points is to take as much of his giant cock into and out of me as possible. This particular position is exceptionally good for this part of the game. His hard cock curves slightly upward which I am finding matches the curve of my throat. I bend my arms and push down with my neck feeling the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat before he gently bends and matches the arch of my throat. I surprise myself when my nose touches the warm skin of his ball sack.

  I pause for a moment to enjoy my own sense of pride and let the guttural rumbling of his satisfaction pass through my body before I lift my head. I make sure to lift up slowly and pay special attention to keeping my lips tightly sealed around his shaft. I'm rewarded for my efforts by the digging of his fingers into my hips as he pulls himself tighter into my pussy.

  We continue pleasing each other with our mouths for what feels like a very long time but in reality it was probably just a couple of minutes. I don't actually know about him, but my guess is that he is as close to release as I am, so again I swing my leg over his head. Somehow I manage to complete this maneuver while keeping his cock in my mouth. I work my body around, still keeping his cock between my lips, until I'm positioned between his legs. I roll my eyes up so that I can see as much of him as possible. I can tell that his eyes are closed and his jaw is set in a sexually frustrated clinch.

  Malcolm really has been such a good boy. I reward his Herculean effort to overcome his controlling nature by working my head up and down on his shaft several more times. As I work his cock I make sure to keep a very tight seal and apply as much suction as possible. From the corner of my eye I can see his hands desperately grabbing the blankets. By the way the fabric is bunching around me I can only imagine that his knuckles are bright white. Yup, I'm doing this to him.

  With the sudden jerk of my head, I pull free of his cock with such voraciousness that the popping sound of me breaking the suction I was applying to his cock echo through the room. Malcolm releases a sudden burst of air because he's been holding his breath. I'm definitely earning points for both technical skill and artistry.

  His eyes finally opening, he lifts his head, staring at me wild eyed. His expression clearly asking one question, "What the hell?" I'm not really that surprised; I would be asking the same thing in his situation.

  I feel the corner of my mouth turn up creating a devilish grin that I mean every sinister part of. I lock eyes with him and slowly start. My hands finding the bed just at each side of his body. My knees finding their way from between his legs to surround his hips. I rear back so that I am sitting completely upright, my eyes still locked tightly on his. I rock my hips forward and back and side to side feeling the tip of his cock lightly brushing against the lips of my pussy. I am intentionally waiting for it. I am waiting to see that look on his face when he realizes what exactly is about to happen.

  It doesn't take Malcolm very long to go from a look of frustration to an expression of understanding. As the muscles in his face relax his eyebrows lift. That is my cue. I lower myself onto him. The tip of his cock spreading open, first the lips of my pussy, and then stretching open my hole. His eyes roll back in his head and then close as his head tips back and his mouth widens into a grin. My juices making his entry into me smooth. My grin matches his as I revel in the joy of being filled in a way that only Malcolm can fill me.

  It's a struggle for me to maintain my composure. I take my time sliding myself over Malcolm's entire length, but I actually want to drop down onto him. I want to be filled completely by him. Instead, I restrain myself taking full advantage of this opportunity to tease him like he teased me in my office. But eventually, I'm able to feel his hips against the insides of my thighs, the warmth of his body against mine adding to the glorious sensation of having him inside me.

  I lift myself up and lower myself down a couple of times, the emptiness of egress adding to the satisfaction of his return into me. There is a devilish thrill in taking my time like this. I know what his fantasy entails, and me straddling him and riding his cock is almost a complete realization of that fantasy. It just isn't quite what he wants, and I know that. I want the exact same thing and I have to admit that Malcolm is a master of delayed gratification.

  I start bouncing up and down faster and faster grinding his cock as I come down before lifting myself up as far as I can and then plunging myself back down onto him. As I pick up the pace, Malcolm's smile widens and his eyes open. He stares directly into my eyes as I bounce up and down. His hands release the death grip on the bedspread and instead he grips my hips, his arms moving up and down in time with my body.

  "Grab my tits," I say, not stopping my momentum. "I want you to pinch my nipples while I ride your fucking cock."

  His fingers are like vices as he does what he's told to do. The searing pain of his grip adds to my own building desire. The small incongruities of our motions, his hand moving up when I am moving down, or him moving to the left when I am moving to the right, mix with the sensations and frictions inside me.

  I'm so close and by the shortened grunts coming from Malcolm, I can tell that he's very close as well.

  "Cum for me! I want you to fill me with your cum!"

  Without a word Malcolm follows the command. His jaw clinches, his back arches shoving his cock deeper inside of me. I can feel his cock pulsating. I can sense his cum exploding out of his cock filling me. I did this. I made this man wild with desire and lust. The thought "I win" races through my mind, milliseconds before my own orgasm overtakes me. My body locks, held rigid by ecstasy. Instead of shaking, my body is vibrating as Malcolm pumps me full of his seed.

  Malcolm's hips lower as his back relaxes. I can only follow, my body still locked in the throes of joy. His tight grip on my nipples causing jolts of electricity to course through my body in the opposite direction of the vibrations of my orgasm.

  Finally, my muscles relax. I have no strength to hold myself up. I slump forward and Malcolm catches me, each of his hands cupping each of my breasts. He lowers me onto his chest and I let his heat sink, soothingly, into my body.

  “Are you done?” I whisper into his ear, still feeling his hard cock i
nside of me. My voice is brimming with mischievousness, and that’s enough to make his cock twitch inside my pussy.

  “Done? I’ll never be done with you, Athena,” he replies in a heartbeat and, before I can do anything about it, he rolls me to the side. I’m lying down, my stomach flat against the bed, and I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves.

  Kneeling behind me, he hooks his fingers on my hips and pulls me up, making me go on all fours. I let out a whimper as he forces me up, and my skin prickles as I feel his cum dripping out of my sore pussy.

  I almost regret teasing him because, in all honesty, I don’t know if my pussy can take anymore. He was inside me for brief moments, but the raw intensity with which we fucked has made sure that I’ll be walking funny for a few hours.

  Thankfully – gulp – he doesn’t seem to be after my pussy right now.

  Taking his hand to my pussy, he runs his fingers over my cum-coated folds and then takes them right to my ass crack. Caressing my ass crack, he then rests it against my hole and starts pressing down. I gasp as I feel his finger sliding in, the cum acting as a lube, and then he starts fingering me. His tempo is slow and gentle, but I know that this is just the build-up: the main course isn’t fingering me.

  “Take it…” I say in an urgent tone, my heart almost bursting inside my chest. “Take my ass.”

  “Right away, miss,” he whispers in a devilish tone, and then replaces his finger with the tip of his cock. I grit my teeth as he starts pressing it against my hole, sliding inch by slow inch inside of me, and I release a furious scream as he finally buries all of his length into my ass. “You asked for more… now let’s see if you can take it.”

  With that, he starts fucking me relentless, his cock sliding in and out of me easily because of the cum he rubbed onto me. If he were any other man, his cock would've already deflated a long time ago… but this is Malcolm we’re talking about and, even after he came, he never stopped being ready for more.