Submitting to the Billionaire(51)

I get in and give him the address.

A powerful hit of nostalgia hits me as we cruise down the main street.  So many years have passed since I last came back down this way, but it  feels like yesterday that I sneaked out to go to clubs with my fake ID,  and got into fights more times than I cared to count.

It's strange, seeing how things have changed and how things have stayed  the same, the dive bar I went to after high school is now boarded up,  but the little shop I got "sorry-I-cheated" gifts for my high school  girlfriends is still open. I was such a dick then. I'm sure I got my  first blowjob in one of the bathrooms of a bar on this street too.

Less than an hour later I'm back in Petersville, the place that never  changes. I pass the restaurant Mom and Dad liked to go for their  anniversary. Their house wasn't too far from here, but I wasn't stopping  in till later. Not until I'd got this situation with Reese all sorted  out. A few minutes later I'm parking on the street my school bus used to  go down every morning.

It isn't a long walk to the address Reese has given me. Petersville is  so small that the difference between the ass side of town and the good  is no more than two streets. Before long, I'm standing in front of a  small, gray house. It's sandwiched between two other identical houses on  either side, but this one looked a little better-maintained that the  neighbors'. I double-check the address, hesitate for a second, and then  knock on the door twice.         

     



 

A few seconds later, I hear some movement inside the house, and sense  someone approaching the door. The image of Reese naked and desperately  rubbing herself on my dick flashes into my mind, and my cock swells  rapidly. Suddenly, I don't want to face anyone other than her right now.  I've traveled all this way, wasted all these hours. My cock is fucking  throbbing and all I want is to see her again.

The door opens, and I find myself face-to-face with the woman I haven't  been able to get out of my head ever since she ran out on me. My heart  leaps up into my throat. It's one thing to have her in my head, but it's  a whole other thing to see her in front of me like this.

She's dressed in a tight black vest top that shows her curves off to  perfection and a pair of baggy jeans cuffed at the ankles. She looks  young and fresh. Her arms are bare, and I have to fight the urge to  trail my fingers down her skin just to watch her reaction. Her mouth  hangs open as she meets my gaze.

"I'm here," I remark, and peer past her into the corridor. No one else.  Just her. My cock presses painfully against my zipper. "Can I come in?"

"Uh, sure," she nods, stepping aside. She seems more composed. Our last  encounter was on my territory, but this is hers. I pause in the hallway,  looking around and straining my ears, but I can't see or hear anyone  else.

"Where are … ?"

"My parents are just taking a nap," she explains, the words tripping from her mouth. "They should be down in an hour or so … "

She trails off, and I see her eyes drift helplessly down to my lips. She  clasps her hands in front of her, as though trying to put a barrier  between us, and leans up against the wall behind her. Her top rides up a  couple of inches, exposing a sliver of her midriff. The skin looks soft  and golden. I glance down at it and run my tongue over my bottom lip. I  can't wait any longer. I must taste her, right this second.

I step towards her, taking my time, and tuck my hands behind her head.  Her hair is loose and flowing around her shoulders. The silky strands  tangle in my fingers. She stares up at me for a moment, her lips part as  I scan her face.

Does she want this as much as I do?

Her eyes half-close and her breath comes quickly, and I have my answer. I  press my mouth to hers, and suddenly, we are grabbing each other and  making out against the wall as if we haven't seen each other in a year,  not a couple of days.

She smells as I remember, sweet and soft and utterly addictive. She  moans softly against my lips, and slides her arms around my back,  pulling me closer. I can already feel my cock hard as a rock against her  hips, and she begins to grind against me lightly. Teasing me. Dammit,  this woman knows exactly the effect she has on me and isn't afraid to  use it. Warning bells go off, but it doesn't stop me. Nothing can  anymore. I'm that far gone.

I want to pick her up and fuck her right there and then, but I don't  have a condom at hand and a much as I fantasized about fucking her with  my bare cock, I'm not that stupid. I slide my hands down and grope her  tight ass, enjoying the way she gasps into my ear at every touch. God,  she feels good.

"I've kept up my end of the bargain," I growl into her ear. "What are you going to give me in return?"

She meets my gaze, and her eyes are wide, something dark pooling somewhere in the black of her irises as she gasps, "Anything."

I suck in a sharp breath. Having this woman whom I want more than  anything in the world offer herself up to me like that is as  intoxicating as taking a drug. Part of me wants to take my time and  explore every inch of her body, to bring her to the realms of pleasure  she's never even come close to before, and another part of me wants to  hear her coming at that instant, her screaming my name and feel her body  tensing under mine.

There will be time later for feasting on every inch of her luscious  body. Now, I lean in and kiss her neck as I pin her arms above her head.  Thank God, her parents are asleep. I'm not going to need long, but I  don't want to have to rush this more than I already need to.

I slide my lips down her neck and over her collarbone, and her entire  body writhes against mine in response. "Yes, yes, like that," she moans.  She's so sensitive, it as if every touch is driving her crazy. Wait  until she sees what I have in store for her.

I move further and further down her body until I'm kneeling in front of  her. I meet her gaze from where I'm sitting on the floor, and I can see  her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen and reddened. I reach up  and slide my fingers into her mouth, and she closes her eyes and sucks  on them obediently. Her tongue works the pads lightly, and I bite my lip  to avoid groaning with pleasure. Can I get her to blow me right now?  No, no, I have better things in mind. No matter how good her mouth feels  around my fingers.         

     



 

I pull my fingers from her mouth, reach down, and drag her jeans down  her hips so that all that's between us is her thin cotton panties. I  press a kiss against her pussy through the fabric, blowing my warm  breath softly against her most sensitive spot. She lets out a small cry,  gripping the wall behind her for support, and I realized at once that  I'm gonna need to find a way to keep her quiet if we're not going to  wake her parents.

In one swift motion, I rip her panties on one hip, then the other.  Hooking my fingers around the flimsy fabric I yank them off her. She  gasps in surprise. Before she even has a chance to close her mouth, I  push the bundled fabric into her mouth.

Yeah, that should work well enough to keep the noise down.

Her eyes open wide as she stares down at me, but she doesn't try to take  them out. My cock aches to see her like that, her plain white panties  stuffing her cheeks and her thighs part obligingly for me. This girl is  way dirtier than I've given her credit for. I must admit I love the  thought of guessing just how far she will go.

My eyes travel down from her face to her pussy. Her outer lips are  already puffy and her clit is protruding from between begging me to  touch it. I spread her lips wide so I can tease her clit and drive her  mad the way she drove me insane. She bucks forward at my touch,  squeezing her hands into fists as I stroke along the inside of her slick  lips. She gushes onto my fingers as I move my mouth closer and she  feels my breath on her bare pussy.

I know we don't have much time, but my God, teasing her like this is  just so damn tempting. Her pussy is already dripping and her reactions  are so intense, that I could have happily spent the entire day pushing  her until she couldn't take any more. But we don't have all the time in  the world, and I want to make her cum.

I seal my lips around her clit and begin to suck lightly, flicking my  tongue against her sensitive white bud to coax it out of its hood. She  tastes as sweet as sugar, and I instantly crave more. Even through the  panties, I can hear the near-shriek of pleasure she lets out when I  begin to eat her out. I wonder how many times she has done this before.  Whether this is the best she's had.

The stray thought of another man being with her makes me angry and  jealous, and I roughly plunge a finger inside her. It makes her gasp. I  withdraw my finger and push it back in, this time using a corkscrew  motion and going slowly. Her thighs begin to tremble. With my other  hand, I rub my cock through my jeans, trying to find relief as I  furiously lick and suck on her pussy.

I explore every inch of her cunt like that, slowly adding another  finger. She leans more firmly against the wall to keep herself from  collapsing to the floor. I suck on her lips, one fat one at a time,  luxuriating in the feel and honeyed taste of them in my mouth. When her  hips are rocking desperately, pleading for release, I move down to her  slit and lap hungrily at the juices pouring down for a few minutes.