“Oh Devon. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.” I cry out and cum hard for the billionaire as my body disintegrates into a pile of debris.
Devon isn’t through with me yet as he turns my body around and lifts me onto the hood of his car. “You’re so fucking hot Tabby. I should have fucked you the moment I first picked you up.”
“I need more of you,” he says as he spreads both of my legs, my high heels pointing towards the ceiling. Moving his hands around the back of my ass cheeks, he moves in closer with his penis. He puts his tongue in my mouth and kisses me softly. I can feel the calm before the storm. His chest puffs out as he readies himself to enter me.
“Oh Tabby, oh baby.” His cock enters me again as he reaches around and digs his nails into my back for better traction. His fingers grab hard as his thrusting intensifies.
“I’m going to give you every inch of me Ms. Stallings.”
“Yes. Yes Devon.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want!”
“I want you to give me everything you’ve got. Please Devon.”
He spreads my legs as far as they can possibly go and claws his fingers into my back even deeper, preparing himself to ravage my body completely. My sex center somehow recovers from the last orgasm as I can feel myself wanting- begging- to cum one more time. The idea of this sexual God getting off on me is driving me completely wild.
“You feel so good to me Tabby.” His tongue enters my mouth as he slides his hands to my lower back. As he holds onto me from just above my ass he somehow works my opening with even more passion than before.
“I’m gonna cum all over you baby.” He gives me one last thrust with his cock and lets out a deep moan. “Ohhh Tabby. Oh god. Oooh.” He pulls out his shaft and spills his warm cum over my thighs, causing me to lose myself once again as I begin to cum for the second time in one night.
“Oh Devon. Oh baby… oh oh oh.” I cry out as my body cums harder than the first time…
After trying to pull myself together somewhat in one of Devon’s bathrooms, I return to find Devon waiting for me in his kitchen. For the first time in my interactions with the billionaire, he looks more happy and less serious. Did our garage affair actually mean something to him, or is he just smiling because he got laid tonight? It’s almost impossible to read this strange man.
“You’re welcome to stay over if you want,“ he says.
I’m totally caught off guard. “I… I can’t. I’d like to, but…”
“Say no more Ms. Stallings. I understand.”
But his eyes tell a different story. Is he hurt by my response?
This doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I’m just reading him wrong. Devon Marcus, L.A.’s infamous billionaire, can have any woman he wants. Why would he really care about whether or not I stay over? We couldn’t be from two more completely different universes.
The drive back to my apartment is silent at first. It’s a little after 1:30 a.m., later than any date I’ve been on since college. As we leave the Beverly Hills air behind us, I obsess about whether or not he’s angry with me, but I’m way to scared to ask him.
“Thank you for everything tonight.” I say, looking for any clues about his mood. Nothing, his eyes stay focused on the road.
“What happened back at your house… That’s not something I’ve ever done before.” I say.
Devon doesn’t respond at first. Then he crinkles his eyes slightly and shakes his head, looking annoyed at my comment for some reason.
“Do you have the impression that what we did together is something that I do all of the time?” he says.
“I don’t know. I really don’t know what you do.”
“I’m actually a pretty simple man, Tabitha. If I see something I like, I go after it. That’s all there is to me.”
His Mercedes pulls into my apartment complex parking lot and comes to a stop in front of my unit.
He continues his train of thought. “And tonight… I saw you.”
The Hangover
Late the next morning, my cell phone rings and wakes me from a coma. Is he calling me already?
I check my phone and see that it’s my grandmother calling to check in with me.
“Hello sweetheart! How’s my favorite girl?” She’s always so happy to talk to me. I’m careful not to show my disappointment that it’s her, and not him, on the phone.
“I’m good grandma. Thanks for calling me.” I pretend as if it’s life as usual for me.
“Well?” she pushes.
“Well what?” I continue to act as if I don’t know why she’s calling me so early on a Saturday morning.
“Well how was your date?
“Oh, my date. That’s right.” I feel guilty- my grandmother spent so much money so I could go out with some super rich and successful bachelor. I really don’t want to seem ungrateful. But what am I supposed to say, that the food was excellent but not quite as good getting drilled on top of the billionaire’s car?
As I end my phone call with my grandmother, last night’s events really start to sink in. What was I thinking?
I start to wonder if he’ll ever call me. Or if he’ll just forget about me forever. I can’t stand that I even care either way. But I can’t ignore that there was definitely some sort of crazy chemistry between us. And I can’t ignore that he actually surprised me, in a good way. And the sex… My private area starts to tingle at the mere memory of last night’s garage scene.
But in order to protect myself, I make a conscious decision to move on with my day and try forget about everything that happened with Devon Marcus. I tell myself that I’m fully prepared to never hear from the mysterious billionaire again. Or so I hope.
The Waiting Game
Three days pass and not a word from my blind date. I begin to lose all hope. And I feel even worse that I still care. I try to push him out of my mind but it’s practically impossible. Being with him felt so incredible, in ways that I never felt before.
It’s no use though. The longer I hold onto any hope the more disappointed I will feel when I never hear from him again.
As the evening closes in, I decide that I can do better than sit around in my pj’s and eat ice cream all night. I make plans to catch a movie with a friend. After a long, hot shower, I throw on some jeans and a t-shirt and head for the door.
My phone rings.
It’s him!
What am I going to say? I’m already going to be late to meet my friend but I’ll go crazy tonight if I don’t answer his call.
“Hi, Devon?”
“Hi Ms. Stallings. I’m glad you answered.” His voice is both warm and intense.
“I’m glad you called,“ I manage to get a few words out as my stomach becomes a big, awful knot.
“I want you to go over to your window. You’ll see a black coach car- I sent a driver to your house to pick you up and bring you to my place. I suggest you get yourself together quickly and get in the car.”
I’m stunned. Who does he think he is? Three days without a word and he expects me to just drop everything and get in some car for him?
“I have plans. I’m supposed to be meeting a friend,“ I say, hoping he doesn’t get annoyed with me again.
“I have plans too, Tabby, I plan on seeing you. Don’t do this to me again. I’ve never asked twice for anything, and I don’t think there will be a third request. Get in the car Tabitha. I have to finish up a few things otherwise I would have picked you myself.”
His arrogance is unbearable. But for some reason I trust him deeply. I can’t risk missing a chance to be with him again.
I think back to how I felt in his garage, with him inside of me. My crotch moistens and my body shivers. His touch would feel so…
“I’ll get in the car. But your driver will have to wait a few minutes,“ I say, showing some of my annoyance but ultimately doing as I’m told. I’m pretty sure I’ve gone crazy at this point.
What am I doing? Am I really
this pathetic? Guys like this usually repulse me, but there’s something about him that I can’t seem to resist. I change into a black lace thong and matching bra, and I ditch my jeans in favor of a skirt as I head out the door to catch my ride.
As the car heads towards Devon’s home, my mind is going haywire. Do I really want to get involved with him? Can any of this really lead to anything beyond hot, unbelievable sex? What if he doesn’t find me attractive anymore?
The car pulls up to the billionaire’s house. As I make my way towards his front door, Devon is there to greet me.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll take care of it, you have my word,“ he says into his cell phone. He holds up his finger, motioning for me to come in.
He looks even more gorgeous than I remember. His hair is wet and he looks freshly showered. He’s wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His chest and biceps are bulging out of his shirt and his backside looks so hot. I can’t help but feel energy in my lower region as I check out his tight, perfect body. Memories of getting fucked by him in his garage flood my brain. Mmmmm…
I decide to look at some photos in the other room to give him some space.
“I know mom, I miss you too. I’ll be out to see you soon.”
It’s his mother! For some reason I find it hard to picture him even having a mother which sounds ridiculous even to me. His voice is so… normal.
“So, I see you made it.” I’m startled as he sneaks up from behind me. I turn to meet him, just inches from my face.
“Yeah, I made it. Thanks for the heads up.” I roll my eyes.
“Look, you’re lucky I even called you,“ he teases.
“Now I’m the lucky one?”
He stares at me, only half-amused.
“Who were you talking to?” I say, already knowing the answer.
“My mother. Are you always this nosy?”
“I need all the answers I can get if I’m ever going to figure you out
“In time Tabitha. I told you- I’m a pretty simple man. Come on, let’s go relax out back.”
He takes me into his backyard. To call it a backyard seems strange. It’s the closest thing I’ve seen to paradise on earth. Thousands of flowers fill the entire border. There’s are fruit trees and beautiful birch trees to provide a refuge from the sun. His outdoor patio area is large enough to host hundreds of people.
And there’s just enough Beverly Hills breeze passing through the evening air.
“What can I get you to drink?” he says. His voice sends an electric current throughout my crotch.
“Are you trying to get me drunk again?” I say.
“Ms. Stallings, we don’t have all night. I have a lot I want to accomplish with you tonight.”
Holy shit. My crotch tingles.
“I’m going to get you a glass of wine,“ he says. His eyes scan my body as he talks, pausing at my thighs for a moment. I fidget nervously, biting my lip hard as he undresses me with his eyes.
As I sit in his backyard, I can feel my opening wanting more of what I had in the billionaire’s garage.
Devon returns with my wine. “Here, try this.” He dips his finger in a glass of white wine and places the tip of it gently into my mouth. I clench my private area as he plays with my lower lip for a brief moment. I can barely stand how he’s toying with me. I want him to take me right here in his backyard.
I know where he’s heading with all of this. And my body is begging for him to do as he pleases with me immediately.
My unwanted thoughts try to make their way in as well. Is he just using me for sex?
Even if he is, is that really so bad? There are worse things in this world than having unbelievable sex with a gorgeous billionaire.
He runs his wet finger down my chin, through the space between my breasts, and down towards the top of my skirt. My crotch is completely on fire, and I can see a bulge in the front of his jeans.
Am I making a big mistake? I should walk away right now before I get hurt by him.
“Tabby, this is your last chance to speak up,“ he says, looking more serious than I’ve yet to see him. “I’m going to fuck you, unless you tell me otherwise. Once I start, I may not be able to stop myself.”
I’m frozen. I want him inside of me more than ever but know that I should probably stop him.
He reaches both arms around my back and comes in to kiss me. His tongue fits perfectly with mine. He drives his hips into my crotch and I let out a quiet moan.
The billionaire works his way down my neck with his tongue as he caresses my nipple over my t-shirt. I arch my head back, pushing my tits out further towards him.
He reaches his hand under my skirt and starts rubbing my wet pussy over my thong.
“Mmmmmm,“ I can’t stand the teasing as I moan for more.
The billionaire spins me around and reaches up my shirt from behind. He uses his free hand to enter my pussy with his finger. I’ve never been so close to cuming this quickly.
He slides my skirt down to my ankles. I do as I should and lift each foot out of my skirt, leaving me only in my thong from the waist down. Slowly, the billionaire works his tongue up the back of my leg and over my ass.
“Are you ready for me Tabitha?”
“Yes Devon. Take me.”
“Good girl,“ he says, picking me up and placing me on his outdoor couch.
I can’t believe that I’m about to get fucked in Devon Marcus’s backyard. I start to wonder if this is even happening…
“Ohhhh. Oh god.” I cry out as he enters me with his hard shaft.
I feel like I’m in a dream as he fucks me, going into me deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“You’re so hot Tabby. You’re gonna make me cum soon baby.”
I push hard towards him, begging to have every possible bit of his cock inside of me. I reach my own hands underneath his t-shirt, holding onto his thick, muscular back for dear life.
“I want you to cum with me Tabby.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop,” I say. Every move he makes is so perfect as he gives me the best sex I’ve ever had.
“Ohhhh. I’m gonna cum,” he says as he pulls out his cock and pours his warm liquid onto the insides of my thighs. I arch my head back and close my eyes as I start to work my clit with my fingers.
The billionaire starts to sprinkle sensual kisses around my belly button, just above my throbbing pussy. His head begins to trail downwards.
“Ahhh.” I whimper as Devon traces my clit with his tongue. My body quivers and shakes from the way he massages my pussy with his mouth. His hands grasp at my backside as he works my crotch even harder. I drive my hips into his mouth, letting him know I need more.
“Oh Devon…” He gives my clit a quick suck with his lips and continues to work me hard with his tongue. I go completely wild, pushing my wet folds into his mouth as hard as I can and pulling the billionaire’s head deeper into my opening.
“Ohhh God. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” I thrust my crotch one last time into his mouth as my body orgasms. I collapse onto the back of his outdoor couch as I take it all in.
Devon gently nips at my mouth with his teeth as he caresses the side of my neck. I feel something deeper than I felt from our sex in his garage; his affection sends a warmth into every fiber of my being.
Can this really be happening? I still hardly know him, and yet I feel so connected to him.
“I’m glad you made the choice to get in the car. I know it was really presumptuous of me to expect you to drop everything and come over, that’s something I have to work on.”
His sincerity is contagious.
“I’m glad I came over too. I didn’t know if I’d hear from you again.”
The billionaire nods, as if he’s been told this many times before.
“Listen, I haven’t always been great at relationships. I didn’t get to this place in life by taking time to smell the roses. But being around you is different than anything I’ve
ever felt.”
He pauses, as if wondering whether or not to continue. “I should have called you sooner.”
The more we talk through the night the more I realize how wrong I was about Devon Marcus.
Moving Forward
The next morning I awake in the bed of Devon Marcus, L.A.’s premier billionaire. Devon’s nowhere to be seen, but the aroma of breakfast clues me in to his whereabouts. I look around his room and can’t believe that any of this is really happening to me. I walk downstairs wearing only my panties and Devin’s t-shirt as a makeshift nightgown.
“Hey sunshine!” he says, putting down his Wall Street Journal as he greets me. There’s a lightness about him that brings a smile to my soul. Devon takes me in his arms as he kisses me.
“Don’t you sleep?” I say, admiring the breakfast he’s laid out for the two of us.
“How can I sleep with you lying right next to me the whole damn time? It was all I could do to keep my hands off you,” he says, bringing my body closer to his and diving into my neck with his mouth.
“Thank you for breakfast. I’m impressed,” I say, grabbing a piece of toast from my plate.
“No problem. I don’t want you going hungry on my watch.” Devon releases me from his grasp and checks his phone.
He reads a text message and looks really annoyed. “Shit. What’s wrong with the Italians? When it comes to food and wine- they know exactly what they’re doing. But when it comes to meeting deadlines, they don’t seem to have a care in the world.”
“Is there anything I can help you with?” I say, trying to be polite but not really meaning it.
Devon checks his watch and looks up at me. “I have to fly to Venice for a few days. Come with me- I have some stuff I have to take care of but the two of us can play together at night.”
Venice with Devon Marcus? I can’t tell whether or not I’m dreaming but I decide it doesn’t matter either way. I’ve spent too much time saving up on life- I decide I’m going to start spending some of it.
“I’m not sure. I only travel in style. You’re not going to make me fly coach are you?” I tease, reaching out to touch his hand.
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