Lily and the Billionaire: Vol. 2
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"I guess you also get to stay in this country legally if you marry an English guy", said Mia cheekily.
"Er, fuck off! I am in this country legally!" countered Magda, grinning. "Although, I got to admit, English guys are a lot sexier than Polish guys…"
"I think it's a horrible idea, getting married just for money,” said Lily.
"It's not just for money", pointed out Magda, "in fact, the money is a side issue really. It's space I want."
"But even if he gives you space, he wouldn't respect you - not really I mean". Lily spoke with conviction, and the other girls looked at her curiously. "If he is providing for you then no matter how independent you feel he will always feel superior to you and that will show in your marriage". This was exactly how she felt about her father's attitude to her mother; something which she despised. No matter how low-down on the breadline she got, she didn’t ever want to be stifled by some inconsiderate misogynist like her father.
"Respect is very important", agreed Emily. Lily nodded, glad to have someone on her side with something she felt so strongly about.
"Well then, you girls had better start respecting the bar a bit more!" they heard from behind them. It was Bill, looming suddenly up behind them as was his wont.
"Uh oh, better go and do some real work," muttered Magda.
"What are you talking about, Bill?" asked Mia innocently, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "We were just cleaning the coffee machine!"
Lying in bed that night, Lily tossed and turned, confusion coursing through her veins. Edwin's parting words kept coming back to her: "when we are giving our true gift, life is always easy ". But how could she know what her true gift was? Every time she tried to move in one direction, it seemed she got thwarted. Like with Daniel and his mysterious 'project'.
What was she going to do?…
Fitfully, she fell asleep, and woke up…in the arms of Edwin Waterman. They were lying naked in a huge bed, stroking and fondling each other, kissing in electric passion as they rolled around…
No matter how far they rolled in either direction, the bed just kept going. It was beautiful.
"Oh Lily, you inspire me to new heights of arousal", Edwin was whispering in her ear, softly caressing her thigh, making her pussy tingle in gooey delight. She ran her hands up and down his smooth, muscular body, admiring his deep tan, and laughing at the place where it suddenly ended at his pale white bum, and his balls and dick sticking out from his dark body like three shining light bulbs. She stroked them, feeling their electricity.
"If you get your tan on a sun bed, why don't you just zap your dick and balls too?" she was asking.
"I don't use a sun bed", he replied. "This tan is from the place where the hibiscus grows…"
"Oh, oh, I can see some other things growing," she purred, fondling his gorgeously large dick, delighting as it extended even more in her hand. "What a pretty dick!" she commented and he growled deeply in pleasure, as they continued to roll…
"Take me to the place where the hibiscus grows!" she demanded, as he rolled on top of her and slid that thick shaft right up inside her - penetrating her so deep that she gasped in bliss, already almost on the point of coming.
"Oh, Lily," he whispered, as he began rocking back and forth inside her, "we're already there…"
She squeezed his cock inside her, pulling him in, and rocked her hips pulsingly with his, joining in his rhythm, then speeding up as he started fucking her harder and harder. Every nerve in her body was being stimulated by him and she felt herself opening up like a flower in spring, as he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside, fucking her into a state of pure bliss. "Oh yes, Edwin!" she cried, as from deep within her, her orgasm began to burst open in full technicolour bloom -
She woke up, panting and sweating, her fingers already inside her pyjama bottoms and rubbing her wet pussy frantically; trying to stifle her wild cries she came, in her own finite bed.
Work seemed to pass in a beautiful haze, so lost was she in the memory of her delicious dream. Towards the end of her shift, Daniel came in, on his way to begin work at his own bar around the corner. "So when do you want to start painting?" Lily asked eagerly, still prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt about his project.
"Yeah! Painting! We'll do that soon, don't worry," grinned Daniel, smiling lazily.
"Er, and…What was it exactly that you wanted me to paint?" inquired Lily. He looked vague, staring around him vacantly for a few seconds before fixing his eyes on her.
"I got it, don't worry", he said. "I got it all worked out, in here", he tapped his head.
"Ok…cool…" said Lily doubtfully.
"Look, just come round to my place sometime next week. I assure you we will really get…creating," promised Daniel. "I gotta go, baby. Give me a call when you want to do it!"
He left Lily feeling distinctly uninspired.
Well, what to do now? She pondered as she waited again for another bus that was running late. Living in London certainly takes up a lot of time, waiting for public transport, she thought. And time was something that she was feeling increasingly like she did not have enough of.
She certainly didn't feel like she had any more time for Daniel, and what she was pretty sure were his empty promises. ‘What the hell’, she thought: last night's dream was definitely a sign. When she got home, she took out her phone and dialled his number.
"Hello?" said that deep American voice, the same as it had sounded in her dream, instantly making her tingle.
"Hi, Edwin", she said, trying to keep the trembling from her voice, "it's Lily".
"Ah!" genuine delight, it sounded like. "How are you doing, Lily?"
"I'm…very good." she said. "Um, I was just wondering if you'd be interested in maybe…joining me for dinner or something, sometime?" she paused, waiting for the answer with bated breath. What if he said no?
But of course, that confident, sexy voice came down the phone, saying the words she wanted to hear. "Lily, I'd be delighted".
To be continued...
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Other Books by Ana Vela
Lily and the Billionaire: Vol. 1
Anastasia (Vol. 1)
Anastasia: No Strings Attached (Vol. 2)
Anastasia: Executive Perks (Vol. 3)
Anastasia: Whatever It Takes (Vol. 4)
Chat Room Romance
One More Drink (An Erotika Short)
Strip Club Secrets (An Erotika Short)
Adventures in Voyeurism (An Erotika Short)
A Night With My Master (A BDSM Short)
Dear Diary: I Had a Threesome