Erotic Billionaire 3(11)

“I understand Mr. Jernigan,” she said crisply, crossing one long silken thigh over the other in the sheer jersey knit dress she wore, exposing a great deal of thigh. She watched him closely as he then stared at the deep cleavage exposed by the low cut dress and she laughed to herself. “Why don’t we get this over with Mr. Jernigan, so that we can continue with my problems?”

“Excuse me?” he stammered, afraid that she had read his mind. She had.

Celine stood up and deliberately unbuttoned the front of her dress, dropping it on the floor in front of the red leather upholstered chair she was sitting in, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. She walked next to him and reached down, spreading her pink pussy lips to his hungry gaze. “That’s what it all looks like Mr. Jernigan, and I’ve got your business card if I feel the need some night…but I get all the sex I can handle at work. If that makes me a whore, then I’m the very best paid whore you have ever met.” She reached down and slowly and teasingly put her dress back on and sat down. “Now,” she said calmly, “can we get back to my business?”

On the seventh night of her time off, Peter showed up at her new home, dressed uncharacteristically in jeans, a tee shirt, and a leather jacket. A large, dull black Harley was parked behind her Porsche in the driveway. “Can I come in?” he asked boyishly. Celine pulled him inside and pointed at the row of kimonos she had hung in the vestibule off the foyer. “Sylvia’s Rule,” she whispered. Before he had finished putting on the kimono she had backed him against the wall, his swollen cock deep in her throat.

When the sun came up he was still with her, asleep with his head between her breasts. As she looked outside her window at the honeysuckle covered arbor that hid the stone hot tub, she idly twisted an errant lock of hair on his head. “I’m staying with you,” she whispered. “You’re damaged somehow, I ‘m not sure how or why, but I’d have known even if Sylvia hadn’t told me.” She kissed his forehead and leaned her head back on the satin covered pillow, pleased with her decision. Unknown to her and definitely unseen, Peter stared straight ahead.


His Every Devotion:The Billionaire’s Contract Part 3


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Captured by the Billionaire – When Chelsea attended her high school reunion  , she didn't expect to find much more than her former classmates gloating over their success and their relationships in spite of her own failed attempts at finding her soul mate.

Little did she know that she was about to be swept off her feet by a mysterious man who makes every attempt to hide his true wealth, as well as his intentions, from everyone else at the reunion  . He has but one goal, to show his love for Chelsea and give her a night of passion...

But what will happen when he reveals to her that he is a billionaire and she'll never have to worry about working or making the ends meet ever again?



“I do have a dark side,” Peter said, “I just don’t know if you’re ready for it yet.”

Celine turned on the midnight blue satin sheets and thrust her small pointed breasts against him. “I think you are my master and I adore you,” she said, nibbling her way down his body. Her hand rested loosely on his swelling penis. It was familiar to her now, and the longer she knew Peter, the more she wanted him. Sometimes she wanted him so badly it frightened her. Celine would be the first to admit that the money was a big part of it, the money and the perks…but the fact was, something about him, his dark side as he put it, drew her almost mystically. The fact that it frightened her somehow made it more exciting.

The desire to please him, to make him at ease with her, was immense. She lifted the swollen organ and examined it again closely as he watched her. Her delicate tongue flicked out and lapped at the mushroom shaped glans, catching a drop of glistening pre-cum that tasted of honeyed almonds…he kept a jar of them handy everywhere he went, they were his favorite snack. She lapped at the heavy vein along the bottom of his cock, which was fast becoming her favorite snack. Having his cock worshipped, having Celine open her mouth and swallowing his cum so enthusiastically was thrilling to him and she knew it. Not knowing why it was so important to him was part of the darkness, she thought, but she loved it so it was easy to indulge him.

She knelt between his legs and sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time, leisurely teasing the puckered rim of his ass with her finger. Taking her time was part of the thrill too, and Peter wasn’t one to hurry any woman who was busy doing what he loved. She found her mind wandering back to his dark side as she enjoyed the slow soft play. What could it be? She reached up with one hand and pulled one of his hands to her breast as she swallowed most of his length. His fingers closed on her nipple and tweaked it, sending small waves of pleasure through her. “Harder,” she managed to mumble around his thick shaft. He squeezed harder and she had to squeeze her thighs together as she began to leak.