The Billionaire’s Secret Babies(23)

He makes me come three times, alternating between that sexy tongue of his and his fingers, curling them inside me expertly to hit just the right spot. By the time I finish the third time, he slides to his feet, his cock hard as a rock again.

Sometimes I think getting me off turns him on even more than getting himself off. There’s something so sexy about that, about how much he loves my orgasms.

“I want to try something new tonight,” he murmurs, when he’s leaned over me to kiss me deeply, my taste still on his tongue.

I smile up at him, flushed. “Your wish is my command,” I echo him from earlier, eager to do whatever he asks. In the last few weeks, Cassius has proven that he knows my body better than I do. Whatever he wants to try, I’m in.

His finger slides along my cleft, soaking wet already from his ministrations. His hand drops lower, lower… And circles my ass, pressing against the tight bud there.

“I want to take every inch of you.” He pushes a little harder, his forefinger wet with my cum. I gasp, tensing, even though I know I need to relax. It takes effort, but I force my muscles to still, to let him have what he wants. His finger slips past the ring of my ass, inside me, just the very tip. Enough to send a shiver of pleasure mingled with pain through my body. “I want to fuck your tight ass.”

I’ve never tried anal before. Plenty of ex-boyfriends asked for it, but I always refused. Then again, none of those ex-boyfriends were able to make me come the way Cassius does. None of them went down on me for hours at a time. None of them put my pleasure before their own. They just wanted to check off their bucket list: fucked a girl in the ass, check.

But I trust Cassius. I trust him to want this for my pleasure, not his. I lock eyes with him, and behind the lust and desire, I can see the genuine care in his gaze. He wants me to enjoy this.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Take my ass. It’s yours.”

He lifts me almost reverently, kisses me again before he flips me over beneath him, a pillow under my hips. He lies along my back, kisses his way down my spine, his tongue sending shivers to every inch of my body. He parts my ass cheeks with strong fingers, and keeps going, slides his tongue along the cleft of my ass. I shiver, half in pleasure and half in anticipation of what’s to come.

When I feel his dick press against my ass cheek, I start to tense again, nervous. But then he leans down beside me, runs his hands through my hair, brushing it away from my face gently.

“Relax, Manila,” he whispers. “Trust me.”

And I do. My whole body goes limp, pliable. I hear him open a bottle, spread lube on his cock. My smile widens as I realize that he planned this, too. He knew what he wanted tonight, because he’s always thinking about me, all the things he wants to do to me.

When the head of his cock presses against the tight purse of my ass, it feels cold at first, wet. I gasp. But he doesn’t give me time to get worried again. He’s already pressing into me, past the ring. A loud moan escapes my lips as he slides farther and farther into me. My hands fist around the sheets, and the sensation feels like nothing else, pleasure and pain at once, like he’s completely filling me up.

Finally, he slides all the way inside, his balls tapping lightly against my pussy, already sensitive from my multiple orgasms earlier. I arch my back against him, but he remains still inside me, waiting.

“Tell me how it feels, Manila.”

“Fucking amazing,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes. Please, Cassius, fuck my ass.”

He slides out of me, slow, slow, an inch at a time. Then, without warning, he thrusts back into me hard. I writhe against the sheets, crying out in pleasure. He works into a rhythm, pulling out slow, slamming in hard, and soon I’m digging my fists into the pillow beneath me, my body rocking with every thrust, completely under his control.

He slides one hand beneath me to finger my mound, just above my sensitive clit. I’m so sensitive from earlier that only a few circles of his finger have me close to the edge again, panting at the conflicting sensations. Soreness in my ass, pleasure in my clit, my pussy, the entire rest of my body.

I scream when the orgasm hits me, shouting Cassius’s name, profanities, begging him to keep fucking me. He obeys, thrusting hard and deep inside my ass until I’m writhing against the sheets. Then his hand grabs my hair, yanks me back so I lean up off the bed, moaning as he continues to fuck me, his other hand tight around my hip, using me for purchase, slamming into me again and again until—

“I’m coming. I’m gonna come in your tight ass.” His voice is a growl, animalistic.