His to Protect: A Second Chance Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Vivien Vale

  “I want it…I want it now,” I moan, louder than before. I let go of his hair and start pinching and lightly slapping my nipples, one at a time. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny and wet.

  “And what’s it?” he laughs.

  “I want you to eat my pussy…No mercy.” I whisper, surprised at myself for saying something like that. Usually, I’m not that vocal in the bedroom…except when it comes to Todd.

  “You know what you want. I like that,” he grins. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

  He says, taking his mouth straight to my pussy.

  Giving up on all the teasing, he goes directly to my clit, wrapping his tongue around it and licking it in circles. He sucks eagerly, and then he lets go and uses his tongue to lick the whole length of my burning pussy.

  I lift and move my hips against his mouth, my fingers tangled on his hair. He takes his time, and I love him for it…he sure knows what he’s doing. His lips and tongue are taking complete control of my wetness, and there’s nothing better than it.

  As he eats my pussy, he slowly inserts one finger inside me and starts moving it lightly in a coming and going motion. I moan, still moving my hips against him.

  Then, with no warning at all, he slides two fingers in and starts fingering me hard right from the start, still sucking on my clit. He doesn’t even build the pace—he just goes hard right from the beginning.

  I’m screaming now, my throat growing sore. But I don’t care. Why would I?

  I can hear the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy and, God, hearing that just makes me feel even hornier…if that’s even possible.

  My whole body is burning and I quickly reach my orgasm. I come hard, my whole body trembling, but he continues fucking me with his fingers. I’m grabbing the sheets hard and my toes are curled. I’m drunk in pleasure…and the best part is, I know there’s still more to come.

  He takes his fingers out of me, all of them covered in my juices, and lets go of my clit too. He places his body on top of mine, pressing down on me, and kisses me, the flavor of my own pussy flooding my mouth.

  Oh God, I need him to fuck me.

  As if he could hear my thoughts, he places the head of his cock right against my pussy entrance; holds it there for a couple a seconds, pressing it on me, and then pushes it all the way inside in one single thrust.

  I moan out loud, feeling all his length inside me…swear to God, this feels like pure magic.

  I arch my back, making my hips meet his, tightening my walls around his thick shaft. I want him to fuck me as fast and hard as is humanely possible. Our lips become one once more, kissing roughly over each other. I carve my fingernails down his back, and my legs move up to wrap tight around his waist.

  His lips move from my mouth to my breasts then. He kisses my right breast and sucks my hard nipple, slowly at first, while he pinches my other nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and his index finger.

  As he continues doing that, he starts sucking and pinching harder, and I can’t help but scream. Right now, he has total control over my body; our bodies are arching against each other, colliding in a passionate embrace.

  Todd’s cock pushes its way deeper into my walls, and he groans out at every thrust. His cock is massaging my clit the deeper he goes, and I just can't get enough of this.

  I begin to feel another orgasm coming for me and I just let go.

  I scream. My fingernails dig deep onto his shoulders blades, hard enough to draw blood. I don’t know for sure, but if that’s the case, he doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t stop—he goes even harder—and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.

  He thrusts hard a few more times, and only then does he pull out.

  Moving fast, he grabs me by the wrist, forcing me to stand up and get out of the bed. I follow him, my inner thighs slipping against each other due to the wetness of my pussy.

  He stops near the window.

  “Turn around,” he asks me, his hands on my waist. “I want to fuck you like that,” he whispers into my ear.

  His lips slip to my neck and his fingers trace a firm line down to my lower back. I place my arms on the window’s sill and jut my ass toward his thighs. He grabs his shaft, presses it against the whole length of my pussy, and starts moving it up and down against it.

  Suddenly, he releases his cock from his hand and slides it inside me. His hands go to my waist, one on each side.

  My skin prickles as he thrusts, and he does it mercilessly. I force my eyes open to take in the view of the city; down below the roads crisscross in a web of concrete, hundreds of people lining the sidewalks and going on about their daily lives…and that while the most perfect man I’ve ever met fucks me hard.

  What else could I wish for?

  I move my hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of his deep thrusts. He slides one hand from my waist to my ass cheeks, pressing it there.

  “Hit me,” I beg him and, even though I can’t see him, I can almost feel his grin.

  He passes his fingers lightly on my cheek, making me tickle.

  Then he gives me what I want; he slaps my ass hard, that sweet pain travelling from my cheeks and up my spine.

  “You like it?” He asks me, his tone a teasing one.

  “Yes…I like it…Do it…” I say between moans.

  He starts slapping me harder and harder, ramming his cock into me almost too violently.

  Then, he pulls his cock out and grabs me by the waist, making me turn to him.

  His lips reach for mine as I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock slips inside me once again and I sway my body, fucking him hard. My arms are around his neck, my lips locked on his, and his cock is pulsing hard against my inner walls.

  Oh, this is Heaven.

  I come again, my pussy tightening around his cock, all his inches buried deep inside me. I don’t know how many times I’ve come tonight, but who cares? I’ve broken my personal record, and that’s all I care about.

  Still with my legs around his waist, he carries me to the edge of the bed. He sits down on the mattress with me on top of him. Knowing exactly what he wants from me, I place my hands on his chest, forcing him to lay down.

  Then I start riding him as if tomorrow will never come. I jump on his cock over and over again, rocking my body hard.

  I’m in charge, and I can do whatever I want. And right now, what I want is to keep on fucking him as my life depends on it. I ride him for ages, pushing my way through exhaustion even though my legs have no strength left in them.

  He groans then, pushing my waist down and forcing himself deeper inside me. Then—and I wasn’t expecting it—he presses his hands hard on my shoulders, keeping me from moving and forcing his cock to go even deeper than before, raising his hips as he fucks me relentlessly, totally ravaging my drenched pussy.

  I start to scream louder, and that familiar burning sensation starts growing inside me. Here I am, being fucked in a way I’ve never experienced before…this must be a dream, right?

  That sweet burning sensation spreads all through my body and I just let myself go. I wonder if it’s possible to die from coming too much, but I just push that question off my mind. I have no idea what the answer is, but I’m close enough to finding it.

  “More,” I pant, rolling to the side and laying on my back.

  He looks at me and, within mere seconds, his body is on top of mine, his lips wrap around my right nipple. In one single movement, he’s inside me again. This time he starts slowly, but it doesn’t take long before he starts upping the pace, drawing loud screams out of me.

  “Harder!”

  He obeys, fucking me so fast, I can see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids. With each thrust, he slides his cock almost all the way out…just so he can ram it inside me again.

  “HARDER!”

  My head is leaning back, and I’m arching my back as his shaft massages my clit. Sweet mercy, I can't hold back. I’m going to come again.

>   An explosion of pleasure takes over my entire body. I scream out loud as an amazing rush of warmth take over my body in waves. My walls tighten around his cock as pleasure overtakes me.

  Before I can even catch my breath, Todd begins to thrust harder. I can feel his cock pulsing as he explodes inside my completely ravaged pussy. Shots of cum are splashing deep inside me, dripping off my pussy to my thighs and finally, to the sheets.

  I lay my body over his chest, both of us exhausted.

  My heart is beating so fast. No wonder he has a reputation—he sure knows how to pleasure a woman in every possible way.

  Finally, he pulls out and I roll to the side. He lays on his back next to me and holds my hand.

  “That was…perfect…” I whisper, looking up to the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.

  “It sure was,” he agrees, holding my hand tighter.

  22

  Todd

  My reflection is smiling back at me. Doris from makeup is fussing over something amiss in her makeup kit.

  “I had it yesterday, I swear I did,” she mutters to herself as her fingers swiftly move through the contents of a Mary Poppins type bag.

  “Don’t stress, D,” I say and wink at her. “I’m sure you’ll be able to work your magic with me with whatever you’ve got in that magic bag of yours.”

  She stops fussing and smiles at me over the tin square spectacles perched on the edge of her nose.

  “Mr. Alexander,” she starts, and I interrupt her.

  “How many times have I told you to call me Todd?”

  “I can’t recall,” says Doris with her eastern European accent and goes back to what she was doing. She’s mumbling something in her own language.

  “Lloyd, my man, what’s happenin’?” I hold my hand up for my hairstylist to give me a high five whilst Doris has finally found what she’s been looking for and is now busy applying something to my neck and face.

  “T.” Lloyd slaps my hand. “Usual?”

  I nod.

  Briefly I recall our first attempt at working together and cringe inside. Was that really only a few weeks ago? Was I really an asshole, or was it just a bad hair day for me?

  I shake my head. Move on, Todd.

  “So, my friend, looking good,” says Lloyd and starts wetting my hair. “Doris,” he turns to my makeup artist. “Have you seen how our superstar here is looking fantastic today?”

  Doris, like she does every day, ignores him, muttering in her mother tongue.

  “Doris doesn’t share your opinion, my friend,” I needle Lloyd, who laughs.

  “I mean, look at ya, man.” He takes a step backward. “There’s something different about you today. What is it? You using a different aftershave? Or a different soap?” He pauses and puts his index finger on his chin in pretend thought. “I know what it is. A woman. You’ve got the definite glow of having been with a woman.”

  Instead of a reply, I just continue to smile. If I start denying the allegation, it will only fuel the fire. Best to stay silent.

  “I’m right, huh?’ continues Lloyd, still working away on my hair.

  “You are in my way,” Doris tells Lloyd when they both want to work on the same side of my head.

  “I was here first,” Lloyd points out, and Doris snorts.

  “Doris,” I say. I know just how to placate the woman. “I think it’s time for an espresso and one of your biscuits.”

  Grumbling, Doris heads to the kitchenette.

  I grin. I know Doris only makes those biscuits because I like them. First time she offered me one, I raved about how delicious they were, and ever since then, she brings an entire tin full of them. And they are divine.

  “Here you go, Mr. Alexander.” Doris gives me my espresso and leaves the open tin of biscuits on my dresser.

  “You can have some too,” she tells Lloyd, who’s smiling. “I take break so you can keep working.”

  I laugh. Doris has a really good heart, and I’ve come to realize her gruff manner is just a way to hide her big soft heart.

  I reckon the woman would walk through fire for people she cares about, and I know she cares about all of us. I heard she was the first one to comfort Lloyd after my explosive outburst and told him if he was to go she would go to.

  A knock on the trailer door has all of us turn.

  “Come in,” I call, wondering who it could be. Is Sophie going to pay me a visit?

  Shit.

  Emma walks in.

  The atmosphere changes as if someone turned on the freeze button. Doris quickly puts the biscuit tin away, and Lloyd swallows.

  “I need to speak to Todd,” Emma explains. Doris ignores her. Lloyd nods.

  “Alone,” adds Emma. Her tone is about as icy as the temperature in the room since she walked in.

  “We’ll just be five minutes,” replies Doris, and Emma just stares at them.

  “What part of no is difficult for you to understand? Is it the n or the o?”

  If it was up to me, Lloyd and Doris could stay. What could this woman have to say that my crew can’t hear?

  I’m about to say so when Lloyd and Doris hurry outside.

  “I won’t be long.” Emma shuts the door behind them. She comes toward me. I wish I had a weapon—well, not really, but I do feel a little vulnerable by myself in my makeup chair.

  “So, Todd, darling,” she says, drawing a little circle on the back of my shoulder.

  I’m about to say I’m not your darling when she continues.

  “I’ve been speaking to Eric about my problem, and I think we’ve come to an arrangement. We struck a deal.”

  Alarm bells start to ring faintly. Would Eric really speak to Emma about anything, let alone arrangements?

  “And Eric has agreed that I stay on and Sophie stays in her current roles.”

  I frown. Something doesn’t add up here, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

  “Really? And what exactly is in it for you?”

  As far as I can tell, there’s nothing different being proposed to what’s currently happening.

  “I’m glad you asked…” Emma purrs, and her face is very near mine now, too close. I can’t stand her perfume. It’s sickly sweet and overpowering. “All you have to do is agree to have dinner with me.”

  The faint alarm bells seem to ring louder. This sounds dodgy. Why would Eric agree to do a deal with Emma involving me?

  “Afraid, Todd Alexander? Afraid of me? We’re only talking dinner, not a life commitment.”

  What harm is there in a dinner? And maybe if I agree to this dinner, she’ll get off Sophie’s back.

  Sophie. What would Sophie say about this? She doesn’t have to know, I guess.

  Right. She’ll never know. And I’ll do it for Sophie.

  My mind is made up.

  “Okay.” I nod.

  23

  Sophie

  My right hand shakes, and a tear rolls down my cheek. I turn away from the one I love and walk toward the door. I stop, turn toward him one last time before my feet keep moving.

  Time to say goodbye to my old life and embrace a new one.

  “Cut,” yells Mason, and everyone starts clapping and shouting with joy.

  Filming has finished. The hard work is done.

  “Great job.” Everyone is congratulating one another.

  Strong hands grab me from behind and swirl me around.

  Before I can say or do anything, Todd’s lips are crushing mine. He holds me close, and I don’t resist. I reciprocate, not caring about the fact that everyone who’s on set is watching.

  My heart races and my knees turn to jelly. I wish he’d rip my clothes off here and now.

  When he finally releases me, I’m breathing hard.

  “Congratulations, Ms. Palmer.” He winks at me. “A job done to perfection.”

  All around us, people are cheering.

  “Speech, speech,” comes the shout from the crowd.

  I feel tears in my eyes. It’s an awesome fe
eling to have finished this major production.

  I clear my throat.

  “Well,” I start and look around. Everyone’s smiling. “What can I say? A huge thank you to all of you. You have all done an amazing job, and you should all be so very proud of yourselves. I know I am. Everyone has gone above and beyond expectation, and I know the final product will be fanterrific.” I just made that word up. I think awesome is terribly overused.

  Clapping, shouting, cheering.

  “Like every project,we faced some difficulties, but it was great to see no one was defeated by adversity.”

  Eric approaches and hands me an envelope. I raise my eyebrows, questioning him, but he just shrugs.

  I turn the envelope over, and when I pull out the letter and see who it’s from, my heart stops beating for at least two or three seconds.

  “What is it?” people around me mutter, and I try to compose myself.

  I try and say something, but the words don’t want to come out. I clear my throat and try again.

  “As I said,” the hubbub dies down as all eyes are on me. “You all did an amazing job. Some of you might say, ‘Of course the director would say that at the end of filming.’” I hold up my right hand with the letter in it. “But I have independent verification to back up my words.”

  Everyone is hanging on each and every one of my words.

  “This is a letter from the Oscars, congratulating us on a terrific film and indicating they expect it to be nominated not for one,” I pause briefly and close my eyes, “but for several categories.”

  Everyone around me erupts in more applause and cheering. Todd punches the air and Mason hugs Alice. I feel as if I might burst with pride.

  “Drinks all around,” calls Eric, and I hear the popping of a champagne cork. Someone hands me a plastic cup filled with champagne.

  “To Sophie,” shouts Eric, Alice, and Mason.

  Everyone raises their plastic cups.

  “To all of you,” I hold up my own cup.