Billion Dollar Murder

by Sloane Peterson

  “Well,” I said with a shrug, “I guess I can't really argue with that, now can I?”

  She opened up her legs for me in response, and I took that as my answer.

  I stepped over to the bed in the happiest of trances, my erection like a divining rod as I slipped out of my shirt in hopes of joining her as quickly as possible.

  In spite of everything, and all that I'd been through, it was moments like this one that made me certain I was the luckiest man alive.

  EPILOGUE

  Veronica

  For the first time in my life, everything felt perfect.

  My career was finally on the track I wanted it to be. I'd married the love of my life, and I was pregnant with his child. And now he was standing there in front of me, bare chested and perfect, so many rows of chiseled muscle glistening in my white eyes, making my throat tight as I considered devouring him.

  Lying there, touching myself so that he would walk in and see me doing it, and it had just the effect on him I'd been hoping it would. I loved how bad his pants were straining beneath his belt line, his masculinity pushing so hard just to bust itself out of there. It got me so hot, and so wet for him, I didn't know what to do with myself.

  Well, I did, but I wanted him to tell me what he wanted me to do...

  “Get over here,” he said, a little bit forcefully, just the way he knew I liked it.

  “What for?” I asked him as I crawled along to the bed in his direction, moving at a snail's pace. He grabbed me by the ass and I giggled, dragging me the rest of the way toward him across the mattress. Then he took me by the hand and placed it directly on the warm heat of his cock, making me feel it as it throbbed and leapt at my touch.

  “I have something for you,” he said, grinning.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Is it something I'm gonna like?”

  “You'll just have to open it up and see for yourself,” he said.

  And so I opened it up, and saw for myself. And of course. Hell yes I liked it...

  I stretched him out in my hand, pushing the flesh of his shaft from his tip all the way back to his base. I squeezed it there tightly, letting him burn with sensation, his buttocks clenching up and his chest puffing out as he held his labored breath. I slowly released him, and he let out a deep sigh, straightening back out again as a gentle trail of precum rolled from his tip, and down along the bend of his cock.

  “It's just what I wanted...” I said, looking up at him with eyes that I hoped conveyed the perfect mix of innocence and lust.

  “Have all you want,” he suggested, and I decided I would take him up on his offer. I pulled the skin back tight, and drew it forward. I pumped him slowly, several times, getting him nice and worked up for me.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said, shaking as I worked my wrist slowly against his body.

  That was nothing compared to what I had in store for him.

  I pulled his erection tightly back, then pressed my lips up softly against his tip. I relaxed my throat, and I let myself dissolve in around him, moving gently, gently forward. I melted over every inch of him, loving his spasms of pleasure as I drew down, down, down along him. I arrived finally at the very base of his shaft, and sealed my lips against the flesh of his scrotum.

  He sighed with pleasure, and I wrapped my hands around his ass, loving the way his buttocks grew so tight with pleasure whenever I flicked my tongue up against him in just the right spot.

  “Fuck,” he repeated, and I enjoyed him enjoying me for a while, always feeling remarkably close to him whenever we went down on each other. I slowly moved back, drawing the seal of my lips back, back, back along to the bulbous head of his cock. He sucked in air through his teeth, shaking as he combed his fingers through my hair, a sign of his appreciation.

  I popped my mouth off of him, inundating him with a shock of cool air, and he shook violently, clearly overwhelmed by the sensation of it. I smiled up, and went back down on him again, swallowing him up just as thoroughly as I had before.

  I nodded my head along, loving the way he felt going in and out of me, savoring every inch of him as I feasted on his hardness, thinking I could never get enough. I could feel the pressure building as I rolled my tongue all around him, the way he kept jerking, and pulsing, and sucking in deep breaths full of air through his teeth.

  I sucked back as hard as I could on him, burying my lips against his pelvis and holding steadily in place, wanting so bad to make him cum, and taste him as he spilled all over me.

  He held tight like he was going to, shaking, pulling on my hair, his body so clearly on the verge of eruption that I almost couldn't stand it. In the end, though, he pushed me back away from him again, letting out a deep sigh, and making me gasp as I took in a lungful of air instead.

  I lay there panting, straining to catch my breath, then I looked at him with hunger in my eyes, and just the faintest trace of annoyance that he hadn't finished in me.

  “What's the matter?” I asked him, with a naughty little smirk. “Don't you like being inside me?”

  He grinned down, a devilish look in his eyes, and nodded very slowly at me. “I love it,” he said. “But I want to hear how bad you like me being inside you...”

  His hand was on my waist before I knew it. I giggled as he pushed me around on the bed, angling me over onto my hands and knees, and mounting me in one fell swoop.

  I shrieked as he cupped his hands against my ass, with just the right amount of roughness. My heart was racing, and God I was so ready for him. I loved the way he brushed his stubble up against the side of my neck, getting me so damn worked up. Shrieks and giggles rose up from my throat without my even meaning them to, and I could tell from how hard he was getting against me that he absolutely loved it.

  “You're so ready for me,” he whispered, cupping his hand up against me, and rubbing his hand slowly along my pussy. I moaned in confirmation of this fact- there was really no denying it.

  He very gently spread apart my lips, and dipped the head of his manhood inside me, several times over. An inch, then back out, then another inch, and then back out.

  Then he eased in.

  I whimpered. And shook. And stiffened beneath his weight.

  Slowly, gently, he eased his way inside, his cock so warm and thick as it went up into my body. I felt so tight around him as he pushed in, yet he slid through so easily, so effortlessly, my body so ready for him to dominate every last inch of me.

  A hard buzz of sensation roared through my body as he touched down hard against my g-spot, and I let out a whimper of sheer ecstasy, my hands curling up into fists. My jaw trembled, and my shoulders quaked, and I felt the room spinning around me, unable to tell which way was up. The only direction I needed to know was whichever one Johnathan decided to take me. Anywhere he decided to lead I would follow, only too happily. It was like I knew I couldn't possibly find my way without him...

  Once he was in me he leaned up and gently kissed my shoulders, kneading up the flesh in his hands, rocking his body gently back and forth, getting me nice and used to him for what was shortly to come.

  “You feel so good around me,” he whispered into the nape of my neck. Then, with a long, slow motion, he pulled himself back, and drove himself forward again hard. I screamed, and felt my body convulse beneath him. My hands tightened against the sheets, and I let out a long, deep wail.

  “That's exactly what I wanted to hear...” he said, breathing down my neck.

  He began to fuck me. Easing my body back from him and slamming me forward into him again, striking me with a percussive violence, each blow harder and harder than the one that came before it. I started panting, whimpering, crying. The harder I cried for him, the more I wanted it. Growing more and more desperate with each passing stroke, thinking I couldn't possibly stand much more as the pressure built and built.

  “Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh God, I love it!” I screamed to him, knowing that the louder I cried, the harder and deeper he would go.

  I was not disappointed...
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br />   He kept moving harder and faster, positively jerking my body up into him, making me ache so bad with it as he plunged it into me, and shiver as he pulled it back out again. And God how I craved the weight of his muscle pulsing on top of me. The steady rhythm of his movements. The heat of him appearing and reappearing, bearing down on me, pushing me beyond my limits, then drawing back again, giving me a momentary instant of relief.

  Harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

  And then, at last, the final moment of impact. Shoving impossibly hard into my body.

  Making me scream, certain I would wake up Julie in the other room.

  I simply couldn't help myself...

  He let out a tremendous roar, and then I felt the pulsating jets of him cumming into my body, filling me up with so, so much of himself. I reached down between my legs and started working my clit like mad, loving the way he was spilling out of me, and the way his hot essence poured onto my sliding fingers, turning me on like you wouldn't believe.

  “Yes... Yes... Yes...” I moaned, and then I tensed up breathlessly beneath him, unable to say another word.

  Blinding white pleasure, racing through every inch of me. Exploding between my legs, spreading through my arms and legs and out into my fingers and toes. Cries of sheer ecstasy, an unspeakable need for him rising up and fulfilling itself, again and again, with every second that passed.

  My palms flat against the bed. My knees shaking. The muscles inside me tense around him.

  Everything in me dedicated to the single point where his flesh entered mine. My mind and body dependent on that single meeting place, unable to survive for even the briefest instant in the event of its separation.

  And then, at last, when I didn't think I could stand it anymore, I felt the sudden, abrupt giving of pressure. My eyes widened, and I took in a painfully deep breath of air, dizzy by the time it was all over.

  Johnathan let out a deep, contented sigh and withdrew himself from me, my body suddenly cold from the chill of my sweat without his warmth to insulate me.

  I felt a moment of deep emptiness but then the gentle pull of his muscular arm around me, drawing me up into himself.

  I was still panting, still gasping for breath, but felt like I was on top of the world, exactly where I wanted to be in the safety and comfort of his arms.

  “That was exactly what I wanted,” he whispered to me, gently kissing the back of my neck. “How did you know?”

  I turned back to him and grinned, taking in a deep breath of his sweat-soaked body.

  “Because you're exactly what I want,” I said softly, and he smiled at this. He pulled me in close, and the two of us kissed, slow and passionate, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his hands drifting slowly across my body, and along the gentle slope of my belly.

  It felt like everything I'd ever been missing in my life, everything I'd ever wanted had been given to me in abundance- so much so that I almost couldn't believe it. As wrong as everything could have gone, at any point from the moment my old roommate had me reply to the job posting for the position of his new housekeeper, I knew that fate had brought the two of us to this very moment, safe in one another's arms in spite of it all.

  Having that in mind, knowing you'd ended up exactly where you needed to be... It's really hard to imagine a more comforting feeling than that. Not in the whole entire world.

  THE END

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