Billion Dollar Murder

by Sloane Peterson

  He relented finally. Kissing the insides of my thighs. Running his hands along my legs, adding to the purity of all I was presently feeling.

  I was so grateful to him for the gift that he'd given me, and yet I couldn't help but be just the least bit disappointed that it was over. I lay there with a smile on my face, my heart still racing like it didn't know when to quit.

  I very gently opened my eyes, and I saw happily through the crevices of my eyelids that my fears were entirely unfounded. Of course this wasn't over yet...

  He was sliding a hand down into his boxers, grabbing his immensity. He pulled the black fabric down along his thighs, and pushed his long cock out into the open, his enormous shaft dripping with pre-cum, his loose red balls jostling in his grip as he pumped himself.

  Honest to God, it was at that very moment that I first began to suspect that I might just be in love...

  He smiled as he rose up over me, not saying a word as he covered my burning body like a blanket. He used his legs to keep mine pushed apart, and I felt the hot enormity of his tip pressed up against the opening of my slit, hovering there for moments on end as the anticipation built.

  Then he pushed in.

  My flesh tightened.

  My back stiffened.

  My eyes went wide.

  I opened my mouth to moan, or scream, or do anything, but no sound came out.

  I knew, even as he plunged me back into a state of sheer ecstasy, that I was a total goner...

  5

  Johnathan

  I still had the taste of her cunt on my mouth as I shoved up into it. I loved the way she gasped and trembled as I slid up inside her, how helpless, how delicate she was in giving herself over to me. I loved it almost as much as I'd loved tasting her, and feeling her cumming her lights out on the tip of my tongue.

  Her body was so tight as I pressed myself into it. The lips straining to pull me in, but unable to resist drawing in more and more of me with every additional inch I offered. Like she just couldn't get enough of me, the same way I couldn't even dream about getting enough of her.

  I almost wondered whether she was a virgin, she felt so new, so unpenetrated. I didn't think she was- she couldn't possibly be- but I let myself imagine it all the same as I drew myself up into her. That she was innocent. Unexplored, and untamed. That I was her one, and her only.

  I groaned as I touched down deep inside her, the tip of my cock colliding with her g-spot, and causing an instant spasm of pleasure beneath me. Her thighs pressing in around my hips. Her spine arching. Her immaculate breasts rolling up along her chest as she angled herself toward the ceiling.

  I had her right where I wanted her...

  “How do you feel?” I whispered down to her. She shivered, and seemed to want to give me a complete response, but I could tell she was far too struck by me to even formulate the words.

  “Full,” she whispered, and I grinned down at her. Good enough, I thought. More than good enough, actually- exactly what I wanted to hear.

  I drew myself softly back out of her, my cock dripping with her fluid as I extricated myself, nearly all the way up to my tip. I hovered there outside of her, resting with my body positioned just up against her. I let her breathe, thinking she might not survive for long if I failed to do so. Then I reached out, and cupped my hands against her breasts, squeezing them hard as I'd done mere moments ago.

  Then I slammed up inside her, our bodies colliding with a sharp, wet, sumptuous CRACK!

  She screamed. I smiled.

  Exactly where I wanted her...

  I began to fuck her. Shifting my body through hers in a pure, steady motion. It was like sliding myself through silk, exactly how I'd imagined it would be all those weeks I'd seen her striding around the place in her sexy little skirt, hugging her ass so tightly.

  I'd wanted her so bad, all that time, and it showed in the way I now took her, now that I had her exactly where I needed her. Her thin body convulsing beneath me. Her hands sliding all over me, looking for something to grab onto. Shimmying her palms along my chiseled muscles. Wrapping around my back and sinking her nails into me. Lacing her arms around my neck like a noose, nearly cutting off my airways as I used every ounce of my strength to crush her beneath me, exactly the way she wanted it, I could tell, from the look in her eyes.

  And of course, from the steady torrents of screaming and profanity that rose up from those pure, red, innocent lips...

  Even as I rode her toward new heights of ecstasy, I imagined myself pressed into those perfect red beauties. Gagging her. Silencing her. Making her lick every inch of me, and hold her against the very back of her neck.

  Fuck, I thought, and felt myself leaping inside her, getting even harder than I had before.

  Any pretense of gentility I'd been putting up until now had all but vanished at this thought. I grabbed Veronica's thin arms and hurled them up over her head. I pinned her wrists to the bed, making her my total prisoner, and she wrapped her legs tight around my thrusting ass as it opened and closed, not daring to let me free of her grasp.

  I went to town on her like there was no tomorrow.

  My first conquest in over a year now, and I was loving every second of it. Savoring every curve of her. Enjoying every scream, every gasp that passed from that open, trembling mouth.

  I knew she was getting near the apex again. Drawing close to where she wanted to be. And that was a damn good thing, because I knew I couldn't last much longer. I was getting closer, and closer. Rising toward untold heights, and unable to slow down now even if I wanted to.

  “I'm about to cum,” I gasped to her. “I'm so close...”

  “Then cum!” she screamed. “Cum inside me... Please! All over me!”

  It was the kind of thing a man simply couldn't say no to.

  I roared, and slammed my body up into her, the bed pounding against the wall as I shoved every glorious inch of myself up inside her. I knew she was cumming beneath me. Her short, quick gasps. Her eyes rolling back into her head, her wrists trembling in my grip, and every muscle in her body seeming to tighten up beneath me.

  I couldn't hold it anymore.

  My muscles tensed. I clenched my jaw. My balls tightened up hard against the soft, perfect opening of her body.

  I cried out, and felt the hot roar of sensation as the pleasure pushed out of me. My cock throbbed and leapt inside her, pumping her full of my thick, hot essence. It spilled into that tight channel and bathed every inch of her with my love, shooting in deep, inundating me as I continued to throb inside her. My cum spilled out and dripped onto the blankets, then just kept coming and coming, filling every vacant space with so much of myself that I almost couldn't believe I'd been holding back so much of myself.

  The pleasure came, and came, and I breathed in deep through my teeth, trying to make it last for as long as humanly possible. She continued to shake, to gasp, to whimper beneath me. And then, at last, all at once, the two of us seemed to wither at once. The momentary high crashing back down again, leaving us breathless as we twitched and shook in one another's arms, our bodies soaked, our eyes wide, and the room still spinning around our heads.

  And then we started laughing.

  It was like we couldn't help ourselves.

  It was just so unbelievable. Impossible to believe, honestly.

  We'd actually just gotten through doing what we'd just done. That had actually happened.

  And it felt incredible...

  I gently slid myself out of her, loving the way she gasped as I pulled free. Then I rolled over next to her on the bed, and nestled her thin, wet body up into me, staring deep into her soft blue eyes.

  “So,” I said, still panting with exhaustion, “Was that what you thought you signed up for when you took on this job?”

  She laughed, and wrinkled her nose at me in a way that I found unbearably perfect to behold. “Not exactly...” she said. “Not what I'd expected anyway. But maybe deep down, it was a little bit what I hoped it would turned into...”<
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  I grinned at her.

  “There's more than one way to get ahead, I guess.”

  She laughed. “That's not what I meant...”

  We began kissing again. Caressing one another in the afterglow, loving every tender moment of it. I was still pretty drained from all the love I'd just spilled out over her, but I was starting to harden up again, and I thought there was a reasonable chance of a repeat performance as the two of us lay there entwined, basking in one another.

  The moment passed though, quickly enough. I think the afterglow of our love was making us both too lazy for it, and we both still felt so wonderful that there was no point in trying to force it.

  We both ended up on our backs after a while, but still so close together. We gazed up at the ceiling, happy and breathless, our minds blank as we lay listening to one another's heartbeats. I could have fallen asleep right there and not thought another thing about it, but it was Veronica's voice that finally broke the silence.

  “Do you think this can really work?” she asked. I looked over at her, her wide eyes fixed on me, like she considered this a very serious question.

  I sat up in bed beside her, and she did the same. A damp strand of hair had fallen into her eyes and I reached to brush it away, wanting to get a nice clear look at her. I smiled, breathing her in, my heartbeat getting just a little bit faster at the thought that she was taking this seriously.

  “I hope so,” I said. “I mean. If that's something you want to happen.”

  “Oh no,” she said. “I mean- yes, I do want it to work.”

  I laughed. “Scared me for a second there.”

  She blushed. “I just... I wasn't really looking for anything when I started this job. I was kind of focusing on myself for a while. Trying to be the best I could be, and not complicate things. So... I don't know...”

  “What?” I pressed.

  She took a deep breath. Then she looked up at me. “I just don't want to jump into anything serious right now if it doesn't seem like it's going to work. I don't want you to think I think this way about you, but... Well, I just don't appreciate it when men mess around with my heart and then leave it that way. It's happened before because I let it. And I really don't think I can deal with that right now.”

  I tried to fix her with a pair of very soft eyes, needing to reassure her.

  I took her hands in mine, and held them tight.

  “We can go slow if you want to...”

  “You mean like we just did?” she asked. It sounded a little bit like an accusation, but she was still smiling, so I tried not to let it get to me.

  “Slower,” I assured her. “But I guess for me, getting to know you since you started working here has been like the lead up to this. I know we never talked about it before, but this wasn't something I just decided I wanted on the spur of the moment. I've been thinking about it a lot lately...”

  She grinned. “Me too,” she said. I smiled, and ran my fingers through her hair again.

  “The truth is,” I said, “and I don't know if you want to hear this. But, well... You're the first person I've felt this way about since- well, since Lydia passed. My wife. I kind of thought I might never feel that way about anyone again when it happened. And so... I guess...”

  I shrugged, honestly unsure of what I wanted to say here. Mercifully, though, she reached out at this point, and pressed a finger to my lips.

  “It's okay,” she said. “I understand what you're saying.”

  I nodded at her, and was able to blink back a tear that I feared might rise to the surface without my consent.

  “I guess I don't know what's too fast, or too slow for either of us at this point. I just know I'm crazy about you. And it feels good to finally tell you how I feel.”

  She seemed to relax. Her smile became easier, her eyes softer. “That's all I wanted to know. And that's good enough for now.”

  “Good,” I said, with a sigh of relief.

  “Although,” she said, smirking “I think you did just a little bit more than just tell me how you feel...”

  She reached down gently and cupped my balls, kneading them up in her fingers in a way that drove me wild.

  “Maybe a little bit,” I said with a smile.

  “I think it's only fair,” she said, “That you give me the chance to show you how I feel in return...”

  My heart was racing.

  “You know, you're right,” I teased. “It would be only fair...”

  And as she dipped below the covers, taking me in the heat of her mouth and bringing me to new heights of sheerest pleasure, I began to feel like I was truly the richest man on earth, in so many more ways than one...

  6

  Veronica

  A month passed. Then another. Then another.

  And well, what could I say?

  The two of us were in love...

  After that first time together, so certain that it could never work out, the two of us became insatiable for one another. Night or day, it didn't matter. I wanted him all the time, and he wanted me, and the two of us weren't shy about letting each other know.

  I loved having him on top of me. Inside me. I loved feeling safe in his arms, like nothing in the world could get to me. Like I was exactly where I needed to be. I grew practically delirious on his desire for me, knowing that he ached for me as badly as he did (he actually used this word, “ached.”)

  Once we got started, everything seemed to move so fast, like there was no possibility of stopping the two of us. It felt almost reckless at times, like we both knew this could end in disaster for us- it was still so soon after his wife's passing, and I was so unprepared for any of this to be happening. But it was like neither of us cared. As badly as we knew it could go, it was too good for either of us to heed the danger. No matter what happened, we both knew it was something we couldn't live without. And as far as I was concerned, that was more than enough for me right now...

  I kept on working as his housekeeper for a few more weeks after our first night in bed together- I think we both kind of got a twisted thrill out of the whole sexy maid fantasy this allowed for in the bedroom. But before I knew it he was asking me to move in with him, and my duties as his housekeeper quickly dissolved. He still had me look after Julie for him, but it was less a job duty as something I was happy to do as his partner. I helped out around the house from time to time, but for the most part my duties were taken over by another replacement housekeeper, an older woman named Gloria, who I got along with well enough.

  So, long story short, things between the two of us seemed to be headed along a perfectly upward trajectory. And no matter where that trajectory ended up, I felt like a shy and happy teenager again, glad to follow it wherever it happened to lead.

  I didn't have any way of anticipating what happened next, however...

  I was out that night, alone in the city for the first time since I'd started working as Johnathan's housekeeper. The evening air was cool and crisp, and I felt fresh and alive, like I had the entire world at my feet. Johnathan had gone out for the evening himself, without me for a change. I'd been a little bit miffed when he suggested we spend the night apart- maybe it was a little bit spoiled of me, but I'd gotten so used to having him all to myself.

  I changed my tune quickly enough, though. He told me he wanted to spend some quality time with Julie, and I couldn't really begrudge him that. For so long it had been Johnathan and Julie and Veronica, and I could understand a father wanting to be alone with his little girl for a while. Plus, he'd given me a kiss when he left that seemed to carry with it the promise that he would fuck me silly when he got back home later that night, and I thought that was more than worth waiting patiently for...

  And so here I found myself, walking around with no particular destination in mind. Kind of just going wherever my footsteps led me.

  I've replayed the moment in my head a thousand times over since it happened. I've analyzed every move I made, every turn I took, blaming myself for it all much
more than I know I should. I was just so deliriously happy, feeling like I had music in me, and not giving any thought to my movements or my surroundings.

  Always a mistake, of course, in a city as big and as dangerous as New York...

  I'd just stepped around a corner on a relatively abandoned street, when I felt the grip of a hand around my wrist. My eyes widened. I had the urge to scream, but choked it down with every fiber of my being, thinking it could only make my situation worse. Then I felt the press of the metal against my spine, and I knew I'd made the right decision.