The Billionaire Brute

by Hart, Romi

  “Mmmmmmoooooohhhhhh!” she screams, unleashing the shrillest sound yet, an orgasm so loud and convulsing she almost breaks my wiggling cock in half. “Ohhh fuuuuck! Byron, I’m gonna cuuum!”

  “CUM. Cum loads all over my cock so I can fuck you again.”

  “Ohhh Gaaawd!” she says yanking us around so hard I have to hold onto the rails so that we don’t go careening over into the water!

  She creams my dick all slippery wet and I feel her skin change temperature. She grips me tight with her pussy walls and shakes me viciously.

  But it’s still not enough.

  Wild eyes, panting like a bitch, she stares at me like I’m a freak of nature. “Jesus! What is wrong with you?” She laughs in disbelief.

  “You’re not finished cumming yet, sexy momma,” I growl back to her, just getting started with this filth.

  I carry her over my shoulder and plant her body flat on the ground.

  “Oh God! I need a break…”

  “No break. I’m not done hearing you scream, Doctor Wetness.”

  She laughs hard and smacks my face. But it doesn’t stop me from lunging in there, eager to drink up more of that tasty twat.

  “You’re such an asshole.”

  “I know, and yet you can’t stop cumming, can you?”

  “Ohhhhh shhiiiiit!” she starts panting again, as I begin licking her already sensitive stinging clit with my sex-starved tongue. “Ohh shit! Byron…I don’t know how much more I can take!”

  “Am I wearing you out, Miss Katt? You need a heating pad and some tea?”

  “Fuck you, you little…” Just as she laughs, I finger her G-spot, scooping out more leftover suppressed passion. I lick her clit gloriously, never satiated, never tasting enough of her intimacy. “Ohhhh fuck!” she screams as she pounds the deck with her fists, ready to cum again.

  “Ohhh!!! You’re gonna make me cum again!”

  “Mmmmmmm mmmmhmm?”

  “Ohhhhh don’t say anything, asshole. Just keep licking me. Keeeeeep liiiicking meeee…”

  She grabs me by the hair and pulls me in so deep she wets my face. I revel in her wetness. I lick her cream up like donut frosting.

  “Ohh Oh Ohh Oh!” she howls as she shoots her pelvis into the air, convulsing up and down, rubbing my nose all over her perfectly shaped hairy triangle. No more shyness or shame. Good, let it out.

  “Wait!” she says, sweating all over her face, laughing and panting. She pushes my face away. “Stop…”

  “No stopping.”

  “I got to stop…”

  “Why? It’s okay if you faint. No one ever died from cumming too hard.”

  “It’s not that. I just feel…shy…”

  “Wrong answer,” I say, right as I push my fingers back into her contracting pussy. And roll my fingers fast and firm, over her throbbing clit.

  “Ohh nooooo! Byron! Wait! Wait! Please…”

  “Please nothing. You’re going to cum. All over my face.”

  “Ohhh GOD!” she screams, biting down on her hand. Spasming all over the floors, wiggling her pelvis and trying to break free from my hands. But nowhere to go! I intensify my fingering patterns and go as fast as I can, trying to match the tempo of her own impending orgasm.

  “Be a good mommy. Let it all out.”

  “I caaan’t!” she screams rolling her head all over the floor trying to resist. But I won’t let her. “I gotta pee! Byron!”

  “Then take a piss. I don’t care. You’re cumming right now, like it or not.”

  “Ohhhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck, here it comes!”

  She screams so loud, two fucking cities must have heard her. She slams her arms down on the ground and leg locks me with her shaking legs—all the while squirting hard spurts out of that angry pussy. Not pee but a clear liquid. I’ve always been able to make a woman squirt. Any woman. All of them, in fact.

  But never a mature beautiful “friend” like Laura. And none of them ever screamed so loud or squirted so many times all over my laughing face.

  “Ohhh shit! Ohhh shiiiit!” she gasps, trying to recover and embarrassed as hell that she just gave me a money shot. But pussy smell just turns me on. In fact…

  “NOW you made me horny,” I say, shaft in my hand and ready to drain my balls and get her even wetter.

  “Ohh God! Byron, you’re gonna kill me!”

  “I told you I had blue balls! You didn’t believe me. Now you’re seeing the disadvantages of dating a hot, young guy. Staaaaying power!”

  She laughs…but as I penetrate her already soaked pussy and begin firing my hardest and deepest thrusts yet, she’s reduced to a quivering hollering mess.

  “Ohhhh Byron!” she says, writhing all over the floor again, but this time with my cock ten inches deep into that stretched out pussy hole.

  “Mmmmmm!” I grunt hard, grabbing her by the hair and firing away every last breath in me.

  “Let me look at you,” she says, exhausted, a little intoxicated but looking into my eyes deeply. Pupils dilated. I’ve never looked into the eyes of a booty-call before. Does love look anything like this? Because all I feel right now is joy. Pure peace. Longing to never leave, never pull myself out of her ever again. Be here, in this moment, forever.

  “Kiss me.” she says.

  “No,” I say quickly. “It’s okay, just talk to me. I like all the kinky shit you say. In fact, I want you to shock me.”

  “Shock you?” she says with a smile.

  “Tell me I’m nothing. Tell me you’re using me. Some fucked up shit. I get off on it.”

  “I’m not on birth control,” she says, blank-faced, cold. Definitely can’t tell if she’s lying.

  “Hmmmmmm mmmmm…”

  She smiles and wraps her legs around my waist and butt, trapping me inside of her.

  “Better let me out then,” I say softly. “Or else...”

  She stares at me. Cold-blooded, like she doesn’t give a fuck. Like she’s batshit crazy. And she rubs my pubes and waist, encouraging me to empty my nut inside of her. What is she thinking? She’s crazy. She’s scheming! Mmmmm but so sexy. And I can’t resist her anymore. I’ve got to cum…

  At the last second, I pull out of her, breaking her grip on me and then aiming my cock right at her belly button. I groan in agony as I shoot spurts of thick white puddles all over her belly, all over her, Ohhhh God, all over her tits. All over her already wet body.

  My balls are empty, and I keel over, clinging onto my last breath of oxygen. It takes us both a few seconds to come back to life and laugh our asses-off.

  We decided not to get dressed but to stay there, dirty and naked and sprawled all over the floor. I love the draft. I love the invigorating power of being nude in public. And I love the feeling of strumming my hand all over Laura’s nipples as we bask in the moonlight, saying whatever shit feels natural.

  Funny thing though, after all that hard-fucking talk, I have nothing nasty left to say. All my thoughts turn to peace. Sometimes I even look over at her and my eyes fixed upon her gorgeous visage. I shut my eyes and smile, loving her body heat and the feeling of her soft skin grazing mine.

  “Now’s the part where we’re supposed to talk and realize we have nothing in common,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her shoulder. “Nothing in common but our lust for the perfect peak condition bodies.”

  “Then say something. Say something young and foolish, and I’ll laugh. And we’ll remember how different our worlds really are.”

  “Young and foolish? And preferably stupid, right?”

  “Stupid does help in lessening your ‘animal magnetism’,” she laughs. “I have to admit. Intelligence is sexy.”

  I wanted to come inside of you. I wanted you to get pregnant. How fucked up and sick is that?

  “Umm…I regret that I didn’t spank that fabulous ass of yours. You think I should have.”

  She cackles and shakes her head. “Yeah, why didn’t you?”

  “I was too distracted.”

  “My poor
ass always ignored because of the boobs and the pussy. My butt is always the last one invited to the dance.”

  “But she’s the first one I like to watch leave.”

  “So poetic, Byron.”

  “How’s this for stupid? I want to go again.”

  “Jesus, kid. Take a break. Is that whole refractory period men have a myth?”

  “I don’t mean now,” I chortle, fondling her perfectly shaped hips. “I mean…again.”

  Laura smiles. Surprisingly, a warm reaction. But then she grins and tests me.

  “Why? Are you trying to make me your girlfriend?”

  “No,” I answer quickly. “But, I thought the whole point was to get bored of each other. Yet I’m not bored, am I?”

  “And what else do you want to do?” she asks with a big almost goofy smile.

  “Everything. I want to experience everything with you. That’s the only way I’ll get bored. Otherwise, I’ll always wonder.”

  “I don’t do everything.”

  “Tell me what you won’t do.”

  “I think you know.”

  “The usual? Threesomes, anal, bondage?”

  “Hmmm,” she says smiling giddily. “And if I did those things with you, would you then finally get bored of me? And leave me alone?” She laughs hard.

  “Woah. Would you really do that kind of stuff?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe that’s part of our charm together, Byron. Since I don’t know how I feel about you, I really don’t know my limits. Everything is a question mark.”

  I stare into her eyes and smile, then suddenly reach over and kiss her on the lips.

  It catches her off-guard. I can tell by her eyes, she wasn’t expecting it. She’s a little freaked out.

  But then gradually, she relaxes and kisses me back. At first, I was just expecting a peck, maybe a short succulent kiss. But when she kisses me back, I feel passion. A full inhale, long breathing, sucking my lips and tasting my tongue.

  I run my fingers through her hair and continue kissing her deeply, firmly and zestfully. We kiss another minute, hungrily tasting each other. No more shyness, no more fear, just our desire. Just the realization that for right now, things seem a little too perfect. It can’t always stay like this, can it?

  I kiss her again, this time, stroking her face and her neck as my lips travel, smacking and tasting her tongue, her chin, and her cheek.

  I’m the first one to let go. But then I look into her eyes and kiss her a second time, which she complements and kisses me back.

  Then, as we finally break the amazing kiss that seemed to go on so long and yet too fast…

  She stares at me. Uncomfortably. A cold, distant look. Totally blank. Detached. Concerned. Almost a resentful look. Like I took something I shouldn’t have taken.

  But the weirdest part of all is, it turns me on. I love it when she looks at me that way.

  What should I say about it? Should I make her laugh? Should I apologize? Should I tell her I loved it and have no regrets…and look like a total lightweight boy, a stupid idealistic kid who’s way out of his league.

  I have no idea. And so, I just look at her. Half-smiling. My mind filled with images, all of them sexy, dirty, nasty, beautiful, innocent, and dangerous.

  She keeps looking back at me as if wanting to say something herself. But it never comes out.

  Neither of us understand. Neither of us wants to be the first one to jinx this and fuck it all up. I feel a bolt of passion, and reach over and kiss her again, this time rolling on top of her and kissing her as she lies flat on the floor. She kisses me back in kind, a little less wanton than last time, but still intense.

  After we break apart, she stares back up at me. This time she smiles, or at least half smiles. Still a little detached. Still with that doctor’s face that irritates me but gets me so hard, but always amused at my shenanigans. Not bored at least.

  “Happy birthday.”

  Her heart is at least opening.

  Chapter 8

  Laura

  Maybe Byron is right. Maybe I do “get off” on telling him a NO. In the beginning, I was annoyed at him. Not really scared, but defensive. Eventually, my NO felt more like “Bad! Bad!” As if I was egging him on or seeing just how far he was willing to go to make me smile.

  Now for some reason, when I tell him NO, it’s not just because I want to play kinky games. It’s not just because I’m playing with him or trying to keep him fascinated with me.

  Sometimes I think I tell him NO because it reminds me of who I am, not the person he thinks I am. I’ve turned down Byron about five times now. Every time he suggests going to dinner or taking a vacation around the world.

  I’m flattered, and I let him know that, but I turn him down because I don’t want to have sex again. I don’t want to do more extreme things in bed. And no, I still don’t want him inside my home. And yes, of course, he’s still demanding to know why. Simple answer, because part of me doesn’t know if I want him as a serious boyfriend.

  And the other part of me is very excited at the idea of keeping him on my contacts list, just for sex, just for selfish pursuits. Maybe every woman needs a boy-toy after a certain age to “explore” her limits. I really can’t argue that anymore. I’m not really qualified to give advice on what sexual prudes believe anymore. I had all that stress pounded out of me. Twice. I’m no longer innocent. I’m kind of a naughty girl again. For the first time in a decade, I feel hmm…out of control.

  And I like it.

  “Hello?” his sexy voice answers late one night. I’m in my lingerie, thinking sexy thoughts, thinking maybe phone sex tonight. But the more I hear his breathing, his calm way of speaking, his natural charm, the more I want to pique his mind.

  “Why did you spank me that first time? You never really said.”

  “Hmm. Well…”

  “Tell me. For real. You could have kissed me. Could have groped me. But you turned me over your knee and spanked me.”

  “You came, didn’t you?”

  “It felt sort of like coming. But not an orgasm, or the usual type of orgasm.”

  “Truth?”

  “Yes.”

  “I think I just enjoy, you know, spanking women.”

  “You spanked those other girls?”

  “Yeah. Their idea. Well…granted, I persuaded them that I was a really good spanker. Then it was their idea.”

  “How did you broach the subject?”

  “Well to one of them I just said, “Hey you’re pretty. I kind of want to pull your pants down and spank your ass for being a bad girl.”

  “She liked that?”

  “Yeah. Well granted, we were both getting stoned at a party.”

  “I’m not some girl at a party, am I?”

  “No,” he says deviously. “But you need a good spanking, Laura. Mature, intelligent mommy-doctor types are not immune from receiving punishment, you know.”

  “I’m not a whore, you know,” I say, a little viciously. I always feel edgy with him, for some reason.

  “No. But you can be turned into one, Laura.”

  “That’s not funny.”

  “How’s this for fun? I’m going to come over there, to your house, and I’m going to pull your pants down and spank your ass all night long.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Not allowed at your house or spanking you?”

  “Both.”

  “Fine,” he says slyly. “Then maybe we should just call this whole thing off.”

  I laugh at the thought. “No. You’re not ready to forget me yet.”

  “Then I’m coming over. You’re going to text message me your address, and I’m going to come to your house and spank you.”

  “In your dreams, little boy.”

  “No. It’s my reality. Ya, sexy cougar.”

  I hang up on him.

  I actually got re-dressed just so I could enjoy the spanking. I wanted to wear more normal clothes; jeans, a blouse, even socks. I actually dressed
up for him this time. Just an attempt to look as “milfy” as possible. I wanted to indulge his fantasy since he was indulging mine.

  “I want you to think of a safe word. No matter what, the safe word always protects you. If you get scared, uncomfortable, or upset in any way, you tell me. Say the safe word and we stop. You can have two safe words. One for stop, and one for slow down.”

  “Tell me your safe word.”

  “I don’t need one.”

  “I insist. Tell me one. Or two. One for slow down and one for stop completely.”

  “Or else what?”

  He rolls my jeans down to my butt, getting a clear shot of my pink skin. He rubs his hands all over my ass cheeks, getting a feel for my skin texture. I squirm around, already anticipating the first slap. My most private area is on clear display for him, my moles, my scent, my privacy…all for his amusement.

  I take a nervous gulp as I lay down, stomach first over his knee on the couch.

  “Or else I spank you. But I won’t do it until you give me those safe words.”

  “Fine, Red and Yellow.”

  “How hard do you liked to be spanked?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Okay. I’m going to give you a few slaps. You tell me which one’s sting, which one’s are slightly uncomfortable and which one hurts.

  The first slap feels like a gentle wave through my body. Not so much unlike sex or a mad ass-grab during passion. I giggle and nod.

  The next slap stings but feels strangely tingly. What do I expect a strong macho man to do when he’s fucking me doggy style.

  The next slap is the most painful yet. I gasp, in shock, no more like a childlike terror. That weird feeling you get when your body panics. “That one…”

  “What?”

  “Do it again.”

  He slaps me hard a second time, right on the cheek of my ass. It feels like fire at first, a terrible sharp pain, but then it goes away. And my mind suddenly feels energized.

  He spanks me in the perfect spot, right in the “meat” of my ass. Not near the crack, or the sides, tailbone or hip bones. Just the perfectly, pallid bubbly ass he loves. And now I know, he enjoys torturing, at least just a little.