Quarantined With the Billionaire

by Melanie Bliss

  No, I’m going to need to fuck her today or I am going to go insane.

  All I want is to slide her little black dress up, pull down her underwear, and push myself inside her. Preferably while she’s bent over the dinner table here, or perhaps the kitchen bench, simply because they’re the two closest surfaces to me.

  The thought is intoxicating. How good it would feel, sliding in and out of her, feeling her warmth and wetness. Hearing her moan my name, scream my name. Then, feeling the pleasure build and explode inside of her, filling her deep.

  I’m brought back to reality as she coughs slightly. She’s finished eating, and, well, she has noticed I’ve become rather hard. Again.

  “So,” I say. “There is a little something we should probably discuss.”

  I notice her eyes move back down.

  “Or a big something.”

  She blushes. It’s easy, so easy to fluster her. And unfortunately for her, she is irresistibly cute when she’s flustered.

  “We’re going to be stuck here for a few months… together.” I say.

  She nods, slowly. “I… I’m not going to be able to go home, am I?”

  I shake my head.

  “Then… Do you mind if I stay here? Just as long as I have to?”

  Oh, I don’t mind in the slightest. I did invite her back here to stay with me deliberately, after all. Though I might not mention that quite yet.

  “That’s quite alright.”

  She smiles slightly, and her bright blue eyes almost sparkle.

  Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps I don’t want to fuck her in that dress. Perhaps I want it off her, on the floor, so I can have her perfect breasts in my hands. To be able to run my hands along the curves of her waist and hips. To feel every part of her up against me. To stare into those wondrous blue eyes while I lose myself.

  “But,” I continue, “There is a certain matter we need to discuss. Sex.”

  “What?” She blushes again. “But you said we didn’t….”

  “Not last night,” I say. “Now. You see, Emma, in a moment I am going to pick you up and push you against that wall. I am going to kiss you hard, tear that dress off of you, and we are going to fuck. Hard.”

  “I…” She stammers for a moment. “It’s not that I don’t… like you…” She’s blushing again, an even deeper and more adorable shade of red than before. “It’s just that I’ve not…. I’ve never really…”

  I pause a moment. “You mean, you’re a virgin?”

  She nods, seemingly unable to find any words.

  That’s unexpected. I had assumed a woman as enchanting as she would have had countless men after her, and that at least one of them would have been attractive enough in return to catch her attention. That’s the way the game works.

  I think for a moment. It is rather hot, the thought of me being her first. Of me, showing her the pleasures of the world for the first time. I take her hand, gently. “You don’t need to worry,” I say gently. “We can go slow.”

  And we will. I need her, it didn’t matter how. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, all that matters is that she is filled with my cum today.

  “I don’t really know what to do,” she says quietly. “Will you help me?”

  Emma

  He wants me. This cocky, naked billionaire… wants me.

  Lucas is entirely naked before me, but the way he’s acting it’s like he doesn’t even care. Not that he’s got anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed over.

  The man is basically like a living, breathing Greek god. All rippling muscles and tanned skin.

  I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips when his strong, warm hands close around my own.

  “Relax,” he says softly, his voice a whisper in my ear. “You’re all tense. Let me show you how to please me.”

  The lower pit of my belly aches tightly. “You want me to please you?”

  He laughs. “Oh, very much so.”

  His hands are so steady, covering my own and guiding them. He presses my soft palms to his body and against his skin. Touching Lucas feels electric. Like shockwaves of lightning rolling through me.

  “Lucas, wait,” I mutter, barely able to get the words out. My heart is racing so fast. “We’re going to be quarantined together for who knows how long. Is this really the best-”

  My questions vanish as his lips force their way onto my own demandingly. I’ve never been kissed before, not even in stupid games like Spin The Bottle or Truth Or Dare. Every part of my body feels as if it’s about to explode.

  “I’m not used to being questioned, Emma,” Lucas murmurs, his voice a low grumble. “You are going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I squeak.

  “Good.” He brings a hand to my skin, stroking the side of my face gently. “Then get on your knees.”

  “My… knees?”

  “My cock is hard, Emma,” Lucas says as if it’s obvious. “You’re going to suck it.”

  “Lucas-”

  “No hesitating. My good girl doesn’t hesitate.”

  Slowly and unsurely, I drop down onto the floor and hold myself up with my knees pressed against the kitchen floor beside the breakfast table.

  Suddenly, I’m face to face with it… his cock. My mouth falls open into a perfectly round ‘o’. I’ve never seen one in real life before. Are they all supposed to be this big?

  “You may touch it to start out with, if you’d like,” Lucas offers.

  Curiously, I reach out a shaky hand and run my fingers over the length of his cock. It’s basically as big as my whole forearm.

  Lucas makes a strange noise when I get to the tip, feeling the hard curve of his cock’s head.

  There’s a small bit of stickiness waiting for me at the very top of the cock. My fingers are coated in it, making it easier for me to slide my hand up and down his cock once more.

  “Fuck-” Lucas exhales. “Stop… stop now, Emma.”

  I tilt my head to one side bashfully. “That’s not good?”

  “You’re going to make me cum,” he says, shaking his head. “We can’t have that. When I cum, I’m going to cum inside you.”

  “Lucas…”

  “Suck my cock now, Emma. Be a good girl.”

  I lower my head obediently. There’s just something about Lucas Washington, this man with untold power and family riches, that makes me want to obey. It’s like submitting to him is coded into my DNA.

  My lips stretch wide to accommodate the girth of his cock. He tastes different to what I’d expected, but not in a bad way. It only makes me want to fit more of his cock deeper into my throat to try more of his taste.

  “Good girl.” Lucas’ hands are on my hair, pulling me closer. “Oh, good girl.” His hips began to thrust themselves forwards as if he can’t wait a second longer for me to suck him. “I- oh, fuck. Emma, stop.”

  I pull back quickly, looking up at him for further instruction.

  Lucas is running a hand through his hair, looking at me thoughtfully. “Stand up.”

  I obey immediately. “Yes, sir.”

  “That black dress,” he says, his eyes scanning my outfit. “How much do you like it?”

  “It was pretty expensive.” I frown, confused as to why he’s asking this now of all times.

  “I didn’t ask about the price. I asked if you liked it.”

  “It’s okay, I guess-”

  I haven’t even finished my sentence when he grabs me by the dress and tears it open in one long, swift motion. The tattered fabric sinks to the ground by my feet. Other than my underwear, I’m left in front of him exposed.

  His eyes seem as if they’re eating up every inch of my bare skin. The curve of my hips, the print of my plain bra, the thong I’m trying to cover up.

  “My dress…” I say, looking at its remains.

  “I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you another hundred dresses.” Lucas reaches out and pulls me closer to him, his touch rough and needy. “You’re beautiful, E
mma.”

  He spins me around so that he’s behind me. His naked body is pressed against my almost-bare one. Something in me twitches when I feel his cock pressing up against my crotch, the only barrier being my flimsy thong.

  “Do you want it, Emma?” he asks. “Do you want my cock?”

  I nod needily. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. I want to feel Lucas inside me.

  “Good girl,” he says approvingly. “But you’ll have to wait. I need to touch you.”

  His fingers are on my inner thighs, stroking the soft and sensitive skin there. But he doesn’t stay too long. Lucas’ fingers slip underneath my thong, getting closer to where I need him to touch. Where he shouldn’t be touching.

  “Lucas…” I shudder. “Please…”

  “Shh,” he replies. “My good girl’s body is mine to touch.”

  I’m almost embarrassed at how wet I am. My whole body is primed for him, ready for his touch. It has been since we woke up in bed together this morning.

  Somehow, he finds the right place to touch in an instant. Lucas rubs slow, delicate circles around my clit with a lazy flick of his fingers. I squirm against him, with my legs almost giving out underneath me. I’m losing control.

  A wave of pleasure begins to take over. “Lucas, I’m-”

  His fingers vanish. I moan in desperation, horrified and empty at the loss of him touching where I need most.

  “Be a good girl, Emma,” he says hoarsely. “Bend over the breakfast table.”

  Of course I do as he says. I feel so exposed like this, stripped of all my clothes and lying against the bench. I don’t have to look around to feel the burning of his eyes on me,

  For a second, I wonder what he means to do. What he wants from me. And then I feel his cock pushing against my entrance and spreading me wide open for him.

  It hurts more than I’d expected. A sharp sting that makes me hiss slightly. But almost as soon as the pain is over, a new feeling unlike anything I’ve experienced before replaces the hurt. I’m filled with a man’s cock.

  “You’re mine now,” he whispers, and I feel the head of his cock twitch deep inside of me. “I’ve made you a woman, Emma. You belong to me.”

  “I belong to you,” I agree, panting. Because it’s the truth.

  Something about my quick and forceful agreement pleases him, because his whole body slams forwards and begins to thrust into mine. Each stroke makes me gasp harder than the last. There’s a heat between my thighs that feels hotter and hotter every time he pushes into me.

  “You’re going to cum already?” he asks, sounding amused. “Really? My good girl needs my cock that badly?”

  I can’t speak. Every time I try to part my lips and form words, his cock forces another tidal wave of pleasure over me and I have no choice but to surrender. All I can do is moan his name.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs, gripping me closer and closer to him. “And so wet for me.” His cock is so deep inside of me that I’m afraid it’s going to split me in two. “Cum for me, baby.”

  “I’m cumming!” I gasp, unable to stop myself. Unable to want to stop.

  It’s a new feeling. The feeling of being entirely undone, every part of me unravelled. Like I belong to Lucas entirely. Like I’ve always belonged to him.

  “Oh, good girl,” he murmurs. “Good girl. You’re so good that you’re going to make me come too.”

  “Please, Lucas,” I beg. All I know is that I need his cum inside of me, filling me. I need it more than anything in the world.

  He pushes against me one final time, grunting deeply as he fills me with all the cock I can take. The head of his cock touches my cervix, making me moan one final time before he explodes and fills me with his hot seed.

  For a moment, I lie so still that I’m worried that I’m about to pass out. And then Lucas pulls me closer to him, a strong arm wrapping around my waist.

  I’m pressed up on the kitchen bench of Lucas Washington, billionaire. A man so smoking hot and famous that it’s hard to believe he’s real. And his cum is inside of me… well, most of it. He’s cum so much that I’m sure it’s going to drip out as soon as he moves.

  “Well,” Lucas says finally, playing with my hair as a smirk spreads over his face. “It’s going to be an interesting quarantine.”

  Emma

  Six months later…

  The quarantine has been over for a while now. But for me and Lucas? Well, that’s a different story.

  I’m not going to lie. It’s not easy being the girlfriend of a billionaire… especially not one as famous as Lucas. We’re in every trashy newspaper around the country, our faces plastered all over the headlines

  BILLIONAIRE LUCAS WASHINGTON GOES TO DINNER WITH MYSTERIOUS NEW GIRL.

  Yeah, that particular headline had given me parents something to worry about when they’d heard. It’s not every day your daughter runs off with a man like Lucas.

  And don’t get me started on Victoria. She’d just about screamed her head off her shoulders when I told her what had happened.

  The lockdown had passed in a blink of an eye. Lucas and I had fucked… and fucked some more… and then made love. A lot. On pretty much every surface in his retreat.

  And then also once in the helicopter. Whoops.

  It was pretty much impossible for me not to end up pregnant. Being a virgin, I hadn’t been on any kind of birth control. We had so much sex - so much mind-blowingly perfect sex - that it would have been crazier if I hadn’t ended up carrying his child.

  Especially for a man as virile as Lucas Washington. When he cums, he cums a whole lot.

  I had been sad in a way when the lockdown ended. The endless days of being with Lucas looked like they could be coming to an end.

  “What are you talking about?” Lucas had replied, laughter filling his voice. “You think you’re allowed to escape just like that?” His smirk was devious at that moment. “The lockdown might be over, but I certainly haven’t finished locking you down.”

  END.

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