Bet You're Mine: A Lesbian Billionaire Fake Girlfriend Romance(8)

“Good girl,” I say. I kiss over her breasts before turning myself around.

Since she’s tied up, I have to be the one moving. I straddle myself over her face. She has the best view in the house of my pussy now.

She immediately begins to eat me out. There isn’t any hesitation there. Her eagerness is cute.

I love the feeling of her tongue running over my pussy. She laps up all the wetness that’s accumulated while I was teasing her and she runs her tongue over my clit. I feel myself begin to ache as I yearn for release.

I run my hands over my breasts and play with them. I look down at her body to stimulate myself more as well.

I try to get myself close to orgasm so she can finish me off while I work on her too. I don’t want her to get bored while she eats me out, so I begin to play with her.

I run my hands over her torso. She stops for a second in surprise, but quickly goes back to eating me out.

I start to play with her breasts again, building her anticipation back up. She groans in frustration and begins to grind her hips in the air. I know what she wants, but she’s not going to get it yet.

I’m glad I tied her up before this. Otherwise she’d be able to just get herself off.

I keep playing with her breasts. I tweak her nipples and squeeze over her entire breast. I love the way they feel in my hands.

But, I know it’s going to be soon before she has enough.

I lean forward over her. She adjusts her head as I do.

I use my hands to spread her legs wider, and I begin to eat her out as well.

She gasps and stops, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

“Who told you to stop?” I ask, stopping as well.

“Sorry,” she says breathily. She starts to eat me out again.

I bring my attention back to her pussy as well. I lick her, and I can tell how much she wants it. She moans through trying to get me off.

I start adding some fingers into the mix. I begin to thrust some fingers in and out of her as I eat her out.

It starts getting harder for her to focus on what she’s doing. I tease her a bit more before I decide it’s best to reward her for her hard work.

I start thrusting my fingers into her harder. There’s no more teasing here. I just want to get her off.

It isn’t long before she orgasms. She throws her head back and shudders as she does. I don’t need to see her face to know that was a good one.

I slowly massage her clit as she comes down. Her breathing becomes less erratic and her movements less frantic.

I pull myself back up over her.

“Now you can do that for me,” I joke.

She begins to eagerly eat me out again. She mimics some of the tongue movements I’ve made on her, and I have to admit, it’s incredible.

It isn’t long before I’m finishing too. I grip the headboard for support as the orgasm rolls through me.

When I’ve come down from it, I get off of her and untie her. I give her a kiss.

We’re still not done with our date, but I make a note to myself that I definitely want to do that again.





Thirteen





Heather





It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since the most intense, mind-blowing, life altering sexual experience of my entire life. Two weeks since Rafaela took me on a whirlwind romantic afternoon that lasted well into the night.

She showed me parts of this town that I never even knew existed. Parts, that in my pauper like state, I’ve never been privy to. When it was finally time to say goodbye, she dropped me off at my dad’s, kissed me sweetly, and then disappeared in that fancy car of hers.

There’s never been a time in my life that I’ve felt happier. I would almost believe it was all just some wild and crazy dream, if Rafaela wasn’t popping in on a daily basis, buying me things, showering me with gifts, and spoiling Emma absolutely rotten.

It’s more than just material things, though. A few days ago, Rafaela picked Emma and I up and took us to the park to feed the ducks. She remembered that I said that was something I used to do with my mom as a kid.

I couldn’t believe it, at first. No one has ever done anything like that for me before, given me the chance to relive one of the few happy times I’ve had in my life. It felt like my mom was there with us, looking out for us, and it filled my heart that I could share that with Emma, as well.

Rafaela really seems to listens to me when I talk. She understands me as a person, my hopes, my dreams, my frustrations. It’s weird to have someone like that in my life, but in a good way.

I know that she doesn’t expect anything from me in return, but it feels like I should find some way to repay her for all the kindness she’s been showing Emma and I. I was finally able to do something for her yesterday, a small gesture to me, but apparently it was so much more to her.

During one of our first conversations, Rafaela mentioned a book that she read as a teenager. It’s a simple story, but one that spoke to her on a level that had a lasting impact. She said that she’d been looking for a copy of it ever since, but hadn’t been able to find one.

Since I have the in with the best bookstore in town, I ask Rachel about it. Between the two of us, and a few of the other girls in the shop, we were able to procure an original copy. I gave it to Rafaela yesterday.

She was stunned at first, and I worried that I’d done the wrong thing. But when her darks eyes filled with tears, and she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly, I knew the gesture had meant everything to her.

Rafaela gives so freely, her time, her money, her heart. It makes me think that she’s never really had anyone to return that to her in kind, but I’m more than willing to do whatever I can. It feels like there’s something real between us. Something more than I’ve ever been fortunate to have, and I’m not going to be willing to just walk away, not easily anyway.

Today is the day that I meet her family for Sunday dinner. I’m nervous as hell, although I already have her father’s approval, which I’m guessing is the only one that really counts.

I head into the bookstore before Rafaela picks me up. Rachel is at my position behind the counter. Her face lights up when she sees me.

“Heather! What a nice surprise. I’m so glad you came in,” she says with real delight in her voice.

“Hi Rachel. How’s everything going?” I ask.

“Crazy as usual. I would never expect anything different,” she sighs. I can hear the exhaustion in her voice. “I wanted to apologize, again, for being so abrupt before. There’s been a lot going on, and I might have taken a little bit of my own frustrations out on you.”

“It’s okay,” I say, giving her a quick hug, and I truly mean it. We all have so much going on. It’s easy to let that out on the people closest to us.

Cody walks over and wraps one arm around my shoulder, offering me a tight squeeze and a warm smile. “We’ve missed you around this place,” she says, sincerely.

“Well, I’ve been pretty busy, actually. You’ll never guess what I’ve been up to.” I’m so excited. I haven’t really told any of them about Rafaela, yet, and I’m dying to tell someone.

“Sounds intriguing,” Rachel says, slyly.

“Yeah, spill it already. You know I don’t do suspense,” Cody chimes in.

“I think I’m falling in love!” I exclaim.

Rachel and Cody share a startled glance. I don’t like the way their eyes trail from me back to each other several times before Rachel finally opens her mouth. I know that they think I’m naïve, and maybe a little ditzy at times, but it still hurts to see it painted across their features.

“Oh, come on! I’m serious. Remember the woman, Rafaela, who came in here the last night I worked? She’s amazing, and caring, and so kind. She really seems to love not just me, but Emma as well. That’s huge!” I hate that I feel like I have to justify my relationship to them.

“Just be careful,” Rachel warns.

“We don’t want to see you get hurt. Or Emma, for that matter,” Cody says.

“It’s only been a couple weeks, right? That seems a bit sudden to already be professing love,” Rachel says.

“You don’t have to worry,” I say. These are my friends, and I love them dearly, but I don’t want to listen to this right now. I’m nervous enough about dinner, already. I don’t need their help to add to that. “I have to go. Rafaela is picking me up for dinner with her family.”

Rachel and Cody share another look, which only makes me even more ready to end this conversation. “I’ll see you later.”

I flutter my hand in a small wave before turning and running for the door. Rafaela is already waiting in the parking lot as I step out into the sun. It’s a beautiful day, and I let that be the sign I need that everything is going to be fine.

Rafaela wraps me up in a warm embrace and I let the steady beat of her heart pressing against my own send reassuring waves of comfort through me. “You ready for this?” She asks, stepping back from me.

I nod and she ushers me around the side of the car. Opening the door, she tucks me into the passenger seat, before jogging back to the other side and taking her place behind the wheel. “Here goes nothing,” she says, as she steers the car in the direction of her father’s mansion.





Fourteen





Rafaela





I’m worried about how well my family will take to Heather, but I don’t give her any indication of that as we traverse the winding road to my father’s mansion. We decided it would be best to leave Emma with her grandfather tonight, so at least that’s one less thing to be concerned with. Although, I have no doubts that little girl is capable of winning over a room full of rabid beasts if she had her mind set to.