100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I suck in a breath. But this is what I chose to talk to her about and I can’t avoid this. I don’t want to. I need to see the fragile parts of her. Lucy doesn’t know that wanting her makes me vulnerable in a way that I never am. "How do you feel?" I know that I should be getting to the part where I fuck her, because I'm going to fuck her. Despite myself, though, I want her to talk. I want to know what she's thinking. I can't have her sad like she was earlier. I don’t want to fuck a sad Lucy; I want to bury myself inside a woman who's beautifully bare before me and knows that she wants me in her body.

  Lucy licks her lips and parts them slowly before she finally answers. ”Stupid." She admits the truth about how she feels.

  I can tell by the way she tears the word from her lips that she's telling the truth, which I can appreciate. But Lucy’s dead wrong. "What you did for your brother is brave," I say, wanting her to know the truth. I don’t want her to be frightened, but I'm practically growling with the raw power building inside me at the need to let her know that she’s not some stupid girl. I want to defend her, from herself it seems. I don't know why I react so strongly to Lucy. But I can't let her think this. "Not stupid."

  Lucy leans closer to me, still in my hold, but her eyes are cast downward. Her body wants to be closer to me, but her mind is still so fragile. Still, she’s not closing up and she’s talking to me. “No." Lucy shakes her head. "I feel stupid because I look ridiculous. I tried to pick something sexy but --"

  I can't let her finish that sentence; I'm so shocked by it. "You don't look stupid." I force myself to stay still. I want her to hear my words and know that I mean them. Not touching her more, but keeping my hands over her has its own kind of power, and that’s the kind of power I need for my words to hit home for her. "You're so damn sexy and you don't even know it. You figure I fuck all sorts of skanks who throw themselves at me all the time?" I run my thumbs over the soft skin of the underside of her wrists.

  I see her breath catch in her throat. Lucy is afraid of me, afraid of what's happening, what's going to happen. But she can feel the bolts of electricity connecting us now. Her body responds to mine the way mine does to hers.

  "Well ... yeah ..." she runs her teeth over her lower lip, "but I don't know how to be that."

  "Skanky?" I laugh. "Yeah, that's clear."

  "I know..." she says, looking down, her cheeks heating with embarrassment.

  "I didn't mean that as an insult. Quite the opposite." I press my forehead against hers, and then lean back to kiss it. "Because you look goddamn beautiful. You're the most sensual woman I've ever seen. You have no idea how beautiful you are. Never feel any less than that. And for the love of all that is good in this world, don't wish to be a skank. You're more than that, Lucy. There's no one like you."

  Something passes between us. She lets herself lean a little closer to me now and lets her eyes follow. Even as little as it is, she's closing some of the space between us. Lucy feels whatever this is happening now, and she’s letting herself feel it now. That’s the drop of desire that turns the entire tide of the ocean between us.

  The shift between us drives me to release her wrists. I run my fingers up her arms, watching her skin react to me.

  She's swallowing. Her eyes are widening.

  "I want to kiss you, Lucy," I tell her and crook a finger under her chin. I tilt her face to look at mine. Those wide hazel eyes look up at me, and I don't see her fear. I see that beautiful hope lighting up her wide eyes. It fucking destroys me. I know I'm no good for her. I'm the end of all things good in her life, in her. But I can't resist. I need her.

  "I..." Lucy's voice trails off. "I thought you'd just..."

  "Rape you?" I say, my voice dripping with anger despite my attempts to keep it at bay. Lucy has every reason to think that. She doesn't know me. "I don't want to take what you're offering, I want you to give it to me." It's a lie on my part. I do want to take it. But not the way she's thinking. I want to drown in Lucy, pelt myself to death with her pleasure and make her collapse in ecstasy. I want her to be spent and exhausted when we're done. I want to wrap her in my arms tonight and forget about everything I have to deal with tomorrow. That's the truth. I can't tell her that I'm so goddamn pathetic.

  "I didn't think it was going to be about me at all," she says and sucks in her lips. "I didn't know you'd want to kiss me," Lucy says and looks back up into my eyes. "I want to kiss you, too, Gian," she says, and presses her face closer to mine, closing her eyes and parting her lips. The 'zhuh' in how she shortens my name. The way those wet cherry lips look parting for me.

  I can't keep the animal within me at bay. I'm not gentle. I kiss her, holding her face to mine, and my tongue has her, has her mouth. I'm claiming her, taking her; I'm taking everything. The passion between us makes my cock jab into her stomach with need. I'm practically trembling with how much I need her. I'm aching for her. The current between us is a live wire. Her mouth tastes like vanilla heat, the warmth of summer, and the soul of something eternally good. I don't release her, I breathe through her. I breathe her in. I need her. I'm kissing her deep and tasting everything good in her soul. Everything wicked in mine is teasing her, touching her, claiming her. I'm covering her in my wickedness.

  Lucy moans into my mouth and I can't take it anymore.

  I wrap my arms around her body and hold her close to me. I run a hand to the small of her back and feel her soft skin. She's untouched, so innocent, and I have her all to myself. That moan fucking destroys me.

  Lucy breaks the kiss and gasps for air. Her eyes are wild when she looks at me. "I've never… no one has ever kissed me like that before. I'm dizzy," Lucy says, grinning. I don't know if she knows she's smiling. Her voice is confused but her face says it all.

  I like you, too, baby girl. This is just the beginning.

  "We've barely even started. I'm going to kiss your pussy even better, and you'll be more than dizzy." I can't help myself. I stalk toward her and close the space between us. She has to lie down on the bed. I part her legs with my knees and lower myself until my face is right next to the fabric of her lacy butterfly.

  Lucy gasps. "Oh God," she says so quietly.

  In a minute, she'll be saying my name again, if she can form words. I'm going to eat her pussy like it's the end of the world.

  Lucy

  Gian is not the same man to me as Giancarlo Sandoval. I thought he was a man who was there to destroy me. He's kinder, gentler, than I thought. But he's not actually kind and gentle. He's raggedly passionate. Gian is a fire that'll consume every inch of me.

  The scary part isn't that anymore. I knew the man was danger. I feared him.

  The part that frightens me is that despite knowing all of this, when he touched me, everything changed. When he kissed me, he sealed my fate. How was I ever going to breathe again after how he made me feel? My nipples burn to be touched, my pussy throbs with need, and I'm trembling. Right now, his mouth is breathing over my pussy in the lacy panties I wore to impress him.

  He approves.

  And soon, he devours.

  I'd never kissed a man before him, but I wager that the way he kissed me was in no way at all what I could expect in just any kiss.

  That's impossible.

  That's improbable.

  I inhale and hold my breath. Dear God, his mouth on my aching sex is enough to make me tremble, and he's only just now tucking his thumbs into the sides of these panties.

  Gian's eyes meet mine. Pulling the panties down my thighs, his eyes never leave me.

  I angle my toes down for him and exhale that breath I was holding, a rush of adrenaline shooting through my body. Oh, God, this is really happening. Twenty-four hours ago, I was a virgin. Tonight, he's going to taste me before he takes me, and that's my undoing. He's not the monster I thought he was ... but he's the monster who decided to claim me. And I let him. I'm going to let him.

  He stoked something within me, some flame inside me that I didn't know was burning before, and now is burning brig
ht enough to scorch everything else out in the flames.

  Gian has the power to keep my brother safe. He's actually doing it. So my plan worked—despite the hitch where I belong to this man. Oh God does that mean he's going to marry me?

  I look back into his eyes and see a downright bemused look.

  "You can stop that train of thought now or I can stop it for you," Gian says, leaning forward so I feel the heat from his mouth on my now bared pussy.

  "What?" I say stupidly. I'm lost in thought one second, and now he's offering me a choice.

  His tongue slides down the folds of my pussy.

  A false choice.

  Everything evaporates from my mind and my body glistens from his touch. I'm covered in sweat and my pussy is wet for him—not just from his tongue’s own dampness, but my increasing wetness from arousal at his touch. Gian licks, flicks, kisses, and sucks every inch of my most intimate parts. I gather the bedspread in my hands, crumpling massive wads into my hands as I cry out at the sensation. An enormous pressure builds inside of me and I have to actually try to breathe. I'm moaning, low, needy, insistent. I lean forward and bring my hands to his hair, tentatively. I want to tangle my fingers in his dark hair and rub my pussy on his stubbled face. That’s a new kind of urging from inside me that I’ve never known before, but the way that my pussy is aching, it feels like the only thing I can handle right now is more of him. That’s what causes the ache, what will solve it, and everything I need. The softness of his lips, the firm wetness of his tongue, and the tickling feel of his stubble all together burn that flame inside me so strong that threatens to consume me. I relent to my desire, no matter how strange it is to me, and bring my hands to his face. My legs shake and I lift them to rest them on his shoulders. My hands are pressing Gian’s face to me where it feels best, I let my head fall back. One of his hands reaches up inside the flimsy, wireless cup of the bra of my lingerie and captures my breast. The fireflies of sensation that travel from my clit to my nipple and back cause me to gasp. Groans erupt from my lips. I suck in one breath only to push another out, and everything makes my pussy flutter. The intensity building up inside of me keeps going until it's something more.

  That pressure tensing in my stomach and flowing to my pussy is growing into something much stronger. I feel the heat surging through me melt to molten liquid, burning at my core, all the fluid and desire culminating in my lower abdomen and my pussy. I can’t believe my whole body can harmonize with what’s orchestrated on my pussy, but the waves of pleasure that Gian draws from me there are undeniable. I shiver at the intensity of it all. I’m on the brink of something I don’t understand. I know the idea of an orgasm, but the sensation is so much more intense feeling than I could've imagined. I feel the distinct urge to push, and I’m not sure why I would deny my body’s instincts. Everything within me is aching for everything Gian gives me. So if my body wants to push, and I’ve had such intense pressure, I will. It seems easier to think about it than it is to do it, though, and I struggle for a moment to catch my breath. I inhale deeply, every sensation fluttering through my pussy and making the ache grow so good inside of me. There are roots of ecstasy thriving within me. I push out with my inner walls when I exhale, and I feel waves and tides of pleasure drain my body of all energy. I inhale and squeeze with those same inner walls, and repeat this dance of desire to the rising tides of my orgasm building up within me. I'm a vessel for the most incredible sensations in my life, and I can’t believe how good I feel. The top of my head feels like it might burst off from everything my body is going through. I can feel the moisture from my pussy, flowing out through the strength of my orgasm. And I feel that wetness being lapped up eagerly by Gian.

  His tongue is moving with superhuman speed, and he's using his whole face, even his nose, to make my pussy orgasm so hard I scream his name. I've never felt anything so incredible, and I feel disconnected from my body and so utterly grounded in it at the same time.

  I smash my lips together, trying to vocalize anything other than the moans dragging low from my throat and rattling from my lips. Finally I find my voice usable. "Gian, fuck," I groan out in a low, moaning whimper. My fingers still entwined in his hair are squeezing and pulling him closer. My toes curl. I summon the strength to lift up my head enough to look at him. I feel so connected to him in this moment. It isn’t just pleasure I’m having; it's pleasure that Gian is giving me, and I need it so badly. So badly I need him to know what he’s doing to me.

  I give him a whimper because that's the only sound I know how to make now, my voice leaving me as the pleasure is dragged out of me again and again. I can’t get down from this high, and I don’t want to. My legs are shaking and I'm so sensitive. Finally, the pleasure is cresting within me and I’m plateaued for a second before the drop of the intense orgasm hits instead some kind of afterglow that courses throughout my entire body.

  Gian’s face leaves my pussy and I whimper at the loss, but I’m so sensitive that the second of relief is pleasurable, too. It's as if he’s flicked some switch within me that makes me wanton and wild.

  He pulls me against him. Gian's mouth is on my neck. I'm still shaking as he kisses the column of my neck and I feel another tendril of pleasure surge through my body. His arms wrap around me, his body crushing mine on the bed. Panting, I feel the weight of his hard body, so firm against me as he's holding me so tightly. I shake, my legs captured between his, and his mouth goes from my neck to my collarbone. Gian's teeth sink into my collarbone. It should hurt, but it's not enough pressure to hurt. It feels good; it matches the ache he built up in my whole body. When I yelp and jerk beneath him it's because of the sheer power of the rasping touch of his teeth against me. His hands catch my wrists and pull them over my head. I’m aroused by the way his touch is so possessive. I want him to take charge of my body like this and show me things I didn’t know that my body wanted. I ache to be able to do every little thing that turns him on, the way that he knows exactly how to touch me.

  Gian lifts his body up over me, and I can’t help letting my eyes linger over every inch of his firm, taut body. Even under those clothes, I can see the outlines of his muscles. The raw strength he has is evident in the way that he can move me around like I’m light as a feather. Or made for him to fuck, the thought occurs to me and though unbidden I like how the lusty thought lights up ideas in my mind. He holds my wrists over my head. My breasts are jutting out for him the way I'm positioned. He’s hovering over me, so close that parts of him are touching me. The hard length of his cock is pressing against my still sensitive pussy, and that’s the particular part that I’m very intrigued with because I'm wanton in a way I didn't know I could be; I had no idea that I could have such intense sexual urges and I want to act on them. The hard and dirty truth is, and I can’t lie to you, is that I want Gian’s enormous cock inside me. Where did the sex fiend in me come from? I guess my body is just coping with what my reality is now? The fire he started within me is going to devour me, and whatever's left in the embers—that's a better reality. I feel so many inches, more inches than I knew were possible, covering my pussy through clothing, and I’m aching with the need for him to touch me with it. I want that cock to touch my pussy … and I want to feel what it's like for it to be so far up inside me that I might choke. I had no idea that I could want something so naughty and want it so much.

  It freaks me out a little bit to be honest.

  I remember having such a hard time psyching myself up to even meet Gian to ask him to make this deal.

  And then Gian changed the terms I’d already agreed to … and now this? I’m one second away from begging for him to fuck me like he promised. This is so fucked up but I like it. I really do. I don’t understand it but I don’t have to.

  I think I’m just in shock at how well things are managing to work out. The truth is that I did everything I can to take care of my brother, and things are actually going to be okay. I can handle this situation. I want to handle this, these changes and these des
ires. I can hope for a better future for Tommy because it's already starting. Hope is all any of us have; hoping is the best any of us can do. And if I want Gian, if I’m filled with lust for him, is that really so bad? I mean, I already belong to him — a fact that terrified me earlier this very day, and now it makes me feel so aroused I can hardly stand it.

  I shouldn’t trust a man just because he makes me cum, but the truth it that before the orgasm, I already felt something. The way that he kisses me rewrote the coding of my mind. I had no idea that so much passion could live in one person. No idea that it could play out with lips, tongues, and breaths shared between two people. Gian had me from that moment. I didn’t see him as Giancarlo Sandoval anymore, not the man I’d heard about. I felt him as the man, Gian, who was so different with me.

  I want him. I want him to know how much I crave him. I want him to know how badly I need him right now. So I open my mouth, no matter how terrifying being so brazen seems. "I want you inside me, Gian, now," I groan. I'm giving into every desire that courses through me and I’m letting him know. And it feels good. Most of all, I feel safe to tell him how much I want him

  Gian's eyes are blazing with lust, a fierce look that I feel all over my body from just that look, and I know that he must want me as much as I want him. Dropping his hands from my wrists, my skin instantly aches for him where he touched me. He tears off my bra. Snaps the flimsy fabric, destroys it. Gian lifts my body and pulls me on top of him. Though still clothed, I can feel the outline of his enormous cock pressing hard through his trousers. My wet pussy is soaking the fabric, drenching it with the wetness of my arousal. I bite my lip, my eyes shutting in pleasure as I rub my pussy up and down his cock. "Fuck," I moan in a high-pitched yelp. I had no idea that I could act like this. That I could want a man so much. But just a taste of Gian has me desperate for more.