Big Daddy To Go: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  We head into the elevator, and I can tell Lexi has questions. As soon as the doors close, I pull her into my arms and kiss her hard. That fantastic tongue of hers meets mine, and my hands move down to her perfect, full ass. I kneed her ass cheeks while pushing her meaty hips against mine.

  Lexi lets out a tiny moan into my mouth; my dick twitches at the sound. The elevator doors open, and this time, it’s Lexi who pulls me along. I slide the key into the door, knowing I’ll be sliding my cock into Lexi’s pussy very soon.

  Holding the door open for her, I motion for her to step inside. She drops her purse as she gasps, looking around the suite. It is breathtaking. There are floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding every inch of the living area. My place has better views of the entire city, but Magnolia’s view isn’t too shabby. Lexi looks out at the Empire State Building. Tonight, it’s lit up red, which seems fitting for the red-hot desire I have for this full-figured woman from the bar.

  “Wow,” Lexi murmurs, looking at the view.

  I admire her from behind as she walks to the windows. Her hips and ass sway as she moves. I close the door, and the sound echoes off the walls, causing her to jump.

  “I’m enjoying the view myself,” I growl, walking toward her and wrapping my arms around her from behind.

  Lexi squeals in surprise as my arms wrap around her, enveloping her into my body. We admire the city we live in as Lexi’s fingers caress the hair on my arms. I push her curly hair to the side and suck on her exposed neck, peering down at her huge tits. I can feel the edge of her bra beneath my fingers.

  I move a hand over the elastic top of her dress. Sticking my hand inside, I grab a handful of tit and groan. My thumb rubs the top of her breast as my palm supports the bra-covered weight of the rest of the mound. Her skin is soft, and I’m dying to taste it.

  Lexi’s ass presses into my hard dick as she grasps my thighs from behind. She starts to grind against me, letting me know she is aching for my huge cock.

  I back away from her, but she reaches to pull my groin back to her ass. Shit, she wants me as badly as I want her. In one swift movement, I yank her dress down to reveal the most fantastic sight.

  Lexi’s ass is barely covered by the boy shorts she has on. She presses her hands on the glass to step out of the dress, pushing her ass back toward me. I get down on my hands and knees and place feather kisses across her ass cheeks.

  “That tickles,” she lets out a girlish giggle.

  I nibble her flesh, and she squeaks. I pull down her panties so that she can step out of them.

  “Spread your legs,” I command.

  She does as I ask.

  “Can people see us?” she wonders, looking out the window.

  I don’t answer her; instead, I spread her ass cheeks and reveal her pink pussy right below them. It’s wet for me; I can smell her sweet scent. I hold my hand sideways to rub her soft folds.

  “Ohhh,” she shudders.

  Next thing I know, her bra lands next to me. This spurs me to speed things up. I fumble with the buttons on my dress shirt as I glide my tongue along her slit, tasting the juices that have formed there. My tongue doesn’t fully enter her. It slithers along her swollen gash, teasing her as I savor her flavor. She tastes incredible, and I want more.

  “Oh fuck,” Lexi sighs breathily as she tries to hump my tongue, needing more of me inside of her.

  I stand up and discard my shirt. As Lexi turns around, I get my first naked view of her from the front. My dick is ready to leap out of my pants as I take in the sight of her huge breasts with their dark, puffy nipples waiting to be sucked.

  Her eyes roam over my body in awe, and she smiles.

  “Has anyone told you that you look like a sexy, ripped Clark Kent?”

  I laugh. “No, but they have called me Superman.”

  “Prove it,” she challenges. “Take off your pants.”

  I undo my pants and pull them and my boxer briefs down in one swift motion. I do this while never breaking eye contact with Lexi. Her eyes widen as she stares at my rock-hard cock.

  “I believe you, Superman,” Lexi comments as she licks her lips.

  I walk closer to her, my cock leading the way to where it wants to be. She runs her fingers through my hair as we kiss. My erection pokes her in the belly, and she reaches between us to stroke it. Her small hands are soft, but her grip is perfect.

  As she plays with me, I grab hold of her tits and push her against the window. She squeals as the cold glass touches her ass. I fondle her firm breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, causing them to ache to be sucked.

  “Mm,” Lexi moans, squirming her body around as I touch her.

  She reaches out and rubs her thumb over the head of my cock a few times. I groan before taking her nipple into my mouth and giving it a long suck. Her skin tastes like coconuts. I give equal treatment to the other nipple before kissing her lips again.

  “Is your pussy wet for my cock?” I ask, lifting her thigh and hooking it around my hip.

  Lexi juts her pelvis toward me, bumping her center against my erection.

  “Uh-huh. Fuck me, please,” she begs, staring into my eyes.

  My lips curl up into a smile.

  “Since you said please…”

  With that said, I reach down between us and line my cock up with her opening. I push the head inside. I can feel her slick walls pulling me deeper, suctioning me in like a vacuum. My thick dick slides in achingly slow without me pushing. Lexi’s pussy tightens around my cock once it’s inside.

  Her head falls to my shoulder as she grabs onto my biceps. I hear little moans as her pussy pulses around me. I pull my hips back as the grip of her inner walls tries to keep my dick deep inside of her.

  I slowly start pumping my hips in and out, trying to loosen up the death grip her tight box has on me. I grab hold of Lexi’s other thigh and lift her up, pressing her against the window.

  “Are you crazy?” she asks, looking shocked at how easily I support her body.

  My hands grab onto her tight ass. I don’t answer as I pound the shit out of her like a madman. Lexi’s tits are practically choking me, but I love it as I bury my face between them. She holds onto my neck so tight, and I love feeling her nails dig into my skin as my cock slides in and out of her, causing such fantastic friction.

  Fuck, I’m going to come, but I don’t want it to end yet. I drop Lexi’s legs back down to the floor and pull out of her. She looks downright mad, but I place my hands on her hips and turn her around. Then I grab her hands and place them against the glass.

  “Stick that hot ass out for me, baby.”

  Lexi looks over her shoulder and bites her bottom lip as she does what I tell her. She makes sure to spread her legs, hoping I’ll fill her back up with my stiff cock.

  I spread her ass cheeks and see her pink rosebud looking at me. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like to be balls deep in her sexy ass, but that’s not something you do to a girl without her consent. And not the first time you have sex with her either.

  Besides, her pussy is amazing. It glistens, waiting for my cock to fill it with my sticky seed. The thought makes my tip leak. I quickly shove my cock inside of her pussy, and she grunts her approval.

  “Oh, fuck me, Kane,” she bellows as I grab a tit in each hand and furiously rock my hips against her.

  My pulsing cock saws in and out of her as her ass jiggles against my body.

  “Fuck, I’m so close,” I close my eyes, trying to hold back.

  “Mm, me too,” she says, resting her face against the window.

  I drop her left tit and run my hand down her body until I feel her clit between my fingers. Her pussy walls squeeze me as I make contact with the hard ball of nerves. I rub her quickly, eliciting guttural groans from her.

  “Kane, fuck. That feels so good,” she squeaks out before shouting, “I’m coming!”

  Lexi’s entire body quakes from my fingers on her sensitive nub and my cock driving into her. The contractions
of her pussy around my shaft sends my body into overdrive. I give her five hard, fast thrusts before my come erupts inside of her, mixing our juices together.

  Fuck, this woman is amazing. I could stay here with her sexy body wrapped around me forever and die a happy, satisfied man.

  I rest my head on her back, loving the feeling of my cock still inside her as little aftershocks of her orgasm course through her.

  Her legs are so weak that she almost falls head first into the glass. I wrap my arms around her to stabilize her. As I slide out of her, my come drips down her leg.

  “You okay?” I ask. When she turns around, I notice tears in her eyes.

  Worry shoots through me, and I’m about to ask what’s wrong, but Lexi kisses me before I can.

  “That was amazing,” she smiles up at me breathlessly.

  I smile and run my hands down her ass, squeezing her voluptuous cheeks.

  “It was. Come on,” I nod toward the bedroom.

  I can tell Lexi is worn out. It’s late, and after a fucking like that, we can both use some sleep. I look forward to waking her in the morning by sticking my tongue inside of her sweetness.

  5

  Lexi

  I open my eyes to see moonlight spilling into the hotel room. Kane’s arm is loosely draped along my back with his hand cupping my ass. I admire his sleeping figure for a few moments.

  Although his features are very much like Jason’s, he’s quite different. When he walks, he swaggers. When he speaks, he’s cocksure. Speaking of cocks… his cock is surely bigger than Jason’s. The blanket is kicked off him and bunched at the bottom of the bed, leaving his flaccid penis exposed. It’s still impressive.

  I can still feel the dampness between my legs and remember how good it felt to be filled with Kane’s erection. His body seems as though it is carved from stone, but his embrace had been warm and comforting as he took me from behind.

  I had become used to Jason, with his robotic movements and routine sex, for the past couple of years. With Kane, we were completely exposed as we humped against the windows—not caring if all of Manhattan saw us fucking. The multiple orgasms Kane gave me had brought me to tears. I had been deprived of such pleasure for so long… I needed that sweet release.

  Last night was exactly what I’d needed to fuck Jason out of my system. I deserve better than that asshole. I don’t know why I allowed him to mistreat me for so long. I guess because he was hot and rich and because everyone convinced me I couldn’t do any better.

  I carefully slip away from Kane, not wanting to disturb him as I get out of bed. I quietly leave the bedroom and gather my clothing by the window. After dressing, I head out of the penthouse and take the elevator down to the lobby.

  “Can I get you a taxi, ma’am?” the concierge asks.

  I get the feeling that I’m not the first woman he’s seen come here with Kane Jones. I’m sure I won’t be the last either. Kane can obviously have any woman he wants. I’m happy I was bold enough to come onto him because I’m sure I’m not the type of girl he usually hits on.

  I take a taxi home and get a couple hours of sleep before my alarm goes off. I groan as I struggle to get out of bed. I’m still exhausted from lack of sleep and from being fucked so well.

  As I shower, I feel sweat and the remnants of Kane’s come being washed from my body. After doing my hair and make-up, I still look like I didn’t sleep much, but I don’t care.

  I leave the apartment and take the subway down to East 66th Street. It’s my first day back at work since the wedding. I’m technically not supposed to go back to work until Monday since I should have been in Bora Bora. But I offered to come in today to help tie up loose ends for the end of the month. Besides, other than last night, the time off from work has done more harm than good. I’d been in a depressed funk over Jason and the wedding that had consumed my life for the past year. A wedding that didn’t even actually happen! But now, I need to move on.

  I grab a corn muffin and a coffee from a food cart, suddenly realizing that I’m starving. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch with my mother yesterday.

  I head into my office building and take the elevator up to the 8th floor. I make a right and open the door that says “Elite Interiors, LTD.” on it. The company is tiny. There are two owners, one junior designer—which is me, and two administrative employees.

  “Good morning, Lexi,” Renata, one of the administrative assistants, greets me.

  “Good morning, Renata.”

  I head straight to my desk, not wanting to be bothered. Renata is the office busybody, and I know she is dying to ask me about what happened with Jason.

  I also know she has a crush on my ex-fiancé, like many women in my life do. That made everything so much worse. I can tell my cousins and my mother think I did something wrong in the relationship. That it’s all my fault Jason left me at the altar. Mom probably thinks it’s because of my weight, and Briana probably thinks it’s because Jason is secretly in love with her.

  I let out a throaty sigh as I sit down at my desk. Renata glances over at me and offers a sympathetic smile. I take a sip of my coffee before smearing butter on my corn muffin.

  “No more diet, huh?”

  Just as I’m about to take a bite, Renata is at my desk, peering over her glasses at me. I put the muffin down and smile at her curtly. Renata reminds of an annoying little garden gnome with the beanie she’s wearing on her head and the cowl neck sweater she’s wearing even though it’s eighty degrees out. She complains it’s cold in the office constantly and is always turning the air conditioning off so that the rest of us sweat our asses off.

  “Nope. I’m going to eat what I want,” I tell her.

  “Good for you,” she says with a nod.

  “Is there something you needed?”

  “I just want to say I’m sorry about the wedding and all.”

  My cheeks redden. Jason had to leave me with the ultimate kiss-off—utter humiliation. I’d be surprised if the food cart vendor I got the muffin and coffee from didn’t know about the runaway groom by now. Renata had probably told everyone within twenty blocks of the office.

  Then again, Jason Peckham isn’t exactly low profile. I’m sure some gossip blogs covered him walking out on me, only to drive the humiliation stake into my chest deeper.

  “Thank you, Renata.”

  “You seem like you’re a little out of it. Did you sleep okay?”

  “No.” I shake my head, just wanting her to leave me alone.

  “Oh, I’m sure you miss Jason.”

  I glare at her.

  “No, that’s not it. I have to figure out how to return all of those wedding gifts,” I fib. “Super annoying.”

  Renata reaches down and awkwardly pats my arm.

  “You’ll get through this. You know, I never thought Jason was right for you anyway.”

  “Oh no?” I ask curiously.

  I’m being somewhat sarcastic because I know Renata is excited Jason and I have broken up. There is a certain tone to her voice and a gleam in her eyes that gives her false concern away. This little bitch thinks she has a shot with Jason.

  “No, you’re too good for him. If you need me to contact him for you to return any of his stuff or tie up loose ends, let me know. I know how hard these things are,” she says, trying to sound sympathetic.

  Wow. I shouldn’t be surprised by now how horrible some human beings can be, but it seems like I’m reminded of this every single day. Or maybe I’m just surrounded by superficial assholes.

  “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Renata doesn’t seem to notice my snarky sarcasm, but at least she finally leaves me alone. As I eat my muffin, I amuse myself with how perfectly awful of a couple Jason and Renata would make. She’d want to gossip about all of the socialites of the Upper East Side, and Jason would ignore her or snap at her. They’re both idiots, and I’d be better off without either of them in my life.

  After breakfast, I try to focus on work, but my
mind keeps wandering. Not to Jason or to the wedding, but to Kane. His hard body and soft lips. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed, or fucked, so incredibly well.

  My thighs quiver just thinking about how easily Kane lifted me onto his cock. I shift in my seat and wince, still sore from being filled so tightly last night. I would gladly sit on Kane’s lap and feel him pulse inside me once more, but it was a one-time thing. I won’t ever see him again. I doubt Kane frequents The Drunken Bucket. The more I think about him, the more out of place he seemed in his expensive three-piece suit at the dive bar.

  The guy lives in Madison Square Park Tower, for crying out loud—one of the most expensive buildings in New York. On top of that, he can afford penthouses at Hotel Magnolia. And the concierge recognized him right away, as if stopping there was a normal occurrence for him. God, I hope he’s not one of those rich businessmen who takes prostitutes to hotels and that’s why they know him there so well!

  I should have made him wear a condom, but I hate them, and they usually irritate my body.

  “Lexi, are you okay?”

  I snap out of my thoughts of Kane and our mind-blowing bareback penthouse sex and look up at Renata.

  “W-what? Yeah, fine,” I say as my cheeks flush.

  “You seem a bit dazed. It’s probably really hard to be here after all that’s happened.”

  “Yeah, it is,” I feed into Renata’s pity, not caring what she thinks or who she blabs to anymore.

  Last night, I exorcized Jason Peckham from my life with Kane’s amazing body and soft caresses. Now that Jason is out of my system, I can start to move on and enjoy being single again.

  Still, it would be amazing to see Kane again. I know it was only a one-night stand, but I felt a real connection between us. It was like I knew him already—maybe it’s because he looks like Jason, or maybe there’s more to it. Or maybe I’m delusional.

  I can’t indulge in any more fantasies of Kane Jones, though. We had an amazing night, and that’s exactly what I needed to move on. Even though I went for a guy who looks just like my ex… Does that mean I’m still hanging onto Jason?