Masked Indulgence: A Billionaire Holiday Romance (Nightclub Sins Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  “Oh, yes! Yes, Anderson, yes!” she cried, her hips gyrating against his face, her orgasm building and getting closer and closer.

  “Mmm, Angela, you taste so good! I’d rather eat you than anything else in this limo,” Anderson mumbled between licks and tongue flicks.

  He knew she was almost there and he stopped abruptly, knowing she was right at the edge.

  “I have one more fruit for you to try, Angela,” he told her, licking the taste of her crotch from his lips.

  He knelt down in front of her face and turned her head toward him. He stroked his hard, throbbing cock with his hand, making sure it was nice and stiff before he commanded her to open her mouth. He squirted a bit of one of the flavored whipped creams onto the head of his dick and then inserted it into her open mouth with a deep groan and a sigh of delight.

  Angela realized immediately that the cream-covered fruit was Anderson’s large, thick, rock-hard cock and opened her mouth even wider to receive it. She savored the taste of the flavored cream intermingled with the taste of his dick and sucked all of the cream off of the tip. Anderson groaned his pleasure in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

  “Ooh, shit, Angela,” he hissed, sliding his cock further into her mouth, forcing her to take it deeper down toward the depth of her throat. Angela moaned as she sucked his cock hungrily, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth until the tip was almost completely in the back of her throat. Fortunately, she had become so used to sucking Anderson’s massive cock that she no longer had any kind of gag reflex whatsoever, and she sucked it with precision, hoping that if she did a very good job, he would give her the orgasm he now had her aching for so desperately.

  “I’m going to fuck your pretty little face with my huge cock, Angela,” Anderson told her, grabbing her head with his hands and throwing his own head back to close his eyes as he completely and thoroughly enjoyed the feel of her lovely mouth wrapped around his dick, sucking energetically, eagerly and passionately. He held her head steady and began to thrust his hips toward her face, forcing his cock even deeper into her mouth, increasing the speed and the rhythm of his pumping, fervently.

  Angela moaned and groaned enthusiastically with her mouth full of Anderson’s dick as he literally fucked her face, plunging his cock deep into her throat, over and over again.

  “Ahh, yesss, Angela! That’s a good girl. Suck this big, thick cock like you want it,” he said in a hoarse whisper between his sighs and pants of pleasure.

  He reached down and began to fondle Angela’s exposed breasts, rubbing and squeezing them and gently pinching the nipples, causing Angela’s moans and grunts to increase and grow louder. Soon, he felt himself getting closer to shooting off his huge load, and he wanted to feel the walls of Angela’s tight cunt around his dick, dripping wet with her desire for him. Just the thought of it almost brought him all the way to edge of his own orgasm, and he abruptly pulled his cock from Angela’s mouth, stopping himself before he exploded deep into the depths of her throat.

  “Do you want this cock, Angela?” he asked firmly, in a dominating voice.

  “Yes! I want your cock, Anderson! I want it so badly!” she replied, begging for him to fuck her and bring her over the edge.

  “Are you gonna fuck this cock until I cum deep inside your tight, wet cunt?” he asked her, in a louder, more commanding voice.

  “Oh, yes, Anderson! I want to fuck you until you fill my pussy with your hot, juicy cum!” Angela cried, writhing with desire, wanting to be free of the handcuffs that bound her, but only so she could grab Anderson’s cock and push it deep inside of her cunt, which was yearning to for Anderson to fill it up, completely.

  But Anderson did not release her from her handcuffs, just yet. He pulled his pants down to below his knees and took another surprising little device out of his other pocket. Though Angela couldn’t see what he was doing, she could hear that he was shuffling around. She assumed he was taking his pants down or off, which was correct, but what she wasn’t expecting was the little device he took out and turned on. She could hear a buzzing sound and she instantly knew he had some type of small vibrating device.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Angela. I’m going to give you the orgasm you so deserve for being such a good girl today. But I’m not going to free you from your handcuffs just yet. I’m going to fuck you with your hands bound behind your back and your face blindfolded, but I’m going to make you cum nice and hard. Do you want that, Angela?” he asked her, intently.

  “Ooh, yes, Anderson! I want it! Please! I need it right now!” Angela cried out to him with desperation in her voice. She was so aroused that she could barely contain her excitement any longer. Her entire body was on fire for Anderson and she wanted to feel every inch of his cock inside of her.

  All of a sudden, Angela felt a vibrating sensation directly on her clit, and she instantly knew it was Anderson using the vibrating gadget on her. It felt like a vibrating egg or a bullet device, and it was definitely a powerful one. She let out a whimper of pleasure at the sensations the vibrator sent through her core. She could feel herself getting closer to an orgasm as small beads of perspiration began to form around the outer edge of her forehead. She arched her back, writhing against the vibrator, wanting to reach that peak that she was oh so close to reaching. Just then, Anderson took the vibrator away.

  Angela sighed, raising her hips as if trying to signal Anderson to resume the sensation.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” Anderson taunted her, in a deep, sing-songy tone of voice. Angela could picture him shaking his finger at her as if chastising her like a small, young child. “Not yet. When you cum, you’re gonna cum all over my cock, Angela.”

  Angela shuddered as she felt Anderson turning her body over, leaning her over the seat with her ass up in the air. She knew he was about to fuck her and the anticipation was driving her mad with desire.

  “Mmm, Angela, your pretty ass is still slightly red from the spanking I gave you. It looks so sexy.” He was whispering in her ear again, causing her to shiver, slightly.

  “Please Anderson, I can’t take it anymore! Please, fuck me right now! I need to cum! I need to cum so badly!” Angela was begging for his cock, and that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

  Anderson looked down and saw her slightly-reddened, perfectly round ass up in the air and her cunt was juicy and wet with her arousal. Her clit was swollen and moist and just looking at her in that state turned him on to no end. He grabbed his stiff, throbbing cock in his hand and rubbed the head of it against Angela’s dripping wet snatch, teasing her with the tip, soaking it in her juices.

  Angela moaned and arched her back, panting with anticipation. She backed her ass up into his cock, trying to slide her pussy onto it. Anderson grabbed her ass with one hand and with the other, he slid his hard dick into her tight, wet pussy with a groan and a hiss of sheer pleasure. Angela moaned her delight loudly, backing up into him until his cock was completely swallowed into her cunt. He was so deep inside of her that she could feel his balls bang against her swollen clit. She writhed with pleasure and shuddered with delight, sighing and crying out in passion.

  “Oh yes, yes, Anderson! Fuck me!” she cried out as she began to move back and forth, backing her ass up onto Anderson’s cock harder and faster and harder and faster. “Ohhh!! Yes!!”

  Anderson groaned as he felt his own climax building. He knew Angela only needed one more good thrust to completely send her over the edge. He wanted her orgasm to be mind-blowing. She had definitely earned it.

  He took the vibrator and placed it directly on her pulsating clit and turned it up on full blast. At the same time, he slammed his cock into her, hard and deep, while reaching around and squeezing her right breast, pinching the nipple with his finger and thumb. The combination of sensations sent Angela over the edge.

  “Oh GOD!!!” she screamed out loudly, as her orgasm peaked and shook throughout her entire body. “GOD, Anderson! FUCK, YESSS!”

  Her whole body tensed up and her hips be
gan to jerk uncontrollably as the intensity of her climax engulfed her in an overwhelming wave of ecstasy. Anderson tossed the vibrator aside and his fingertips replaced it, applying just the right amount of pressure to Angela’s clit as her orgasm continued to peak, her hips jerking against his cock and the hand that was between her legs.

  After a brief moment, Angela’s climax finally began to subside and she let out a long groan and a deep sigh of blissful satiation. With his huge, hard cock still deep inside of her pussy, Anderson felt the spasms of her walls tightening around his dick as she orgasmed, and the sensation sent him over the edge, as well. He grabbed her entire pussy and pulled her back onto his cock hard and deep, shooting his load off inside of her with a loud groan of ecstasy. His cock throbbed and pulsated inside of her as spurt after spurt of his hot cum shot out of him, deep inside of Angela’s soaking wet cunt.

  Anderson collapsed on top of Angela with a deep, satisfied sigh. The two of them basked in the afterglow of their hot, steamy session for a brief moment, and then Anderson slid his cock out of Angela and freed her from her handcuffs. Angela removed the blindfold from over her eyes and turned her body around so she could hold Anderson close to her. The two of them embraced one another for a few moments and Anderson kissed her softly on her mouth.

  “That …” Anderson began, breathing heavily into Angela’s right ear, “was absolutely AMAZING.”

  Angela smiled at his acknowledgement.

  “Oh, yes, Mr. Cromby! It was incredible!” she agreed.

  Just then, the limo slowed down to a complete stop. Angela wasn’t sure where they had arrived at, but she knew she needed to get cleaned up before she could go back to work. Anderson rolled down the darkly-tinted rear driver’s side window of the limo and looked outside.

  “We’re at my place, love. How about we go inside and get ourselves cleaned up and get back to finishing out this lovely work day?” Anderson suggested, before planting another soft, gentle kiss high on the top of Angela’s perspiration-covered forehead.

  Angela knew that her time was running out and she was going to have to make a decision between Anderson and Mark. It was really starting to nag at her—seeing both men behind their backs. She knew neither of them was blind or stupid, and she was starting to feel a bit guilty about not being 100% committed to either one of them. She decided that it was time to have a serious discussion with Anderson about their relationship the very next time they were together. She knew that Anderson usually liked to have dinner with her on Tuesday evenings, so she made a promise to herself to talk to him about things, then.

  As she got dressed for her dinner with Anderson, she could feel her heartrate beginning to increase with a combination of nervousness and anxiety. She had never brought up the status of her and Anderson’s relationship before and she was unsure about exactly how to go about doing it.

  What if he rejects me? she thought to herself. What if I really am just a fling to him and he plans to move on to a newer, younger model as soon as he grows bored with me? What if that’s why he hired that hot new young receptionist?

  Angela knew she had to prepare herself for whatever he might say. She was hoping with everything inside of her that he would feel the same way as she did and that he would want a full-blown, committed, long-term relationship with her. But if that wasn’t quite where his mind was, she needed to mentally prepare herself for heartbreak—just in case.

  Even if he wasn’t interested in the type of relationship she was interested in, she intended to let him know that she would still be interested in carrying on their passionate, exciting fling, because honestly, Angela couldn’t see herself being completely without him. If she could only have him this way for a while, she felt like it would still be much better than not having him at all. If he did end up rejecting her, she wondered if she would be able to continue working for him.

  Would things become weird and/or awkward at Anderson’s office? Having to see him nearly every day, knowing that she could never be with him that way again—or worse yet, having to see him with another woman, and having to work face to face with that other woman, each day—would be an absolute nightmare in her opinion, at least as far as her feelings were concerned.

  She shook all of her thoughts from her mind as she checked herself out in her full-length bedroom mirror. She had just finished putting on her make-up and was almost ready to head out to the limousine that Anderson had sent over to her house to pick her up, when her cell phone rang, snapping her from her swarm of silent thoughts that were playing loudly inside of her mind.

  Angela picked up her cell phone up from its current location laying on the bed beside the small blue purse she had selected to match her dinner dress and shoes. She looked at the number on the LCD screen and saw that it was Maxine.

  “Hey, girlie,” Angela answered with a cheerful voice. She was happy to be hearing from Maxi.

  “Uh uh! Don’t even try to give me that hey, girlie bullshit! Where have you been, stranger?” Maxine teased. Angela could hear the mock sarcasm in her friend’s voice.

  “Oh, Max, come on! I’m so sorry! I have been a little bit preoccupied, I admit. But I was going to call you tomorrow if you had not called me first,” Angela explained. She wasn’t lying. In fact, she really had been thinking about Maxine lately and had made a mental note to give her a call or maybe even pay her a visit on the following day.

  “So what’s been keeping you so damn busy that I haven’t heard from you in so many days? Is his name Anderson or Mark? Or perhaps a little bit of both?” Maxine asked.

  Angela let out a small giggle at her friend’s blunt question.

  “Actually, I haven’t really talked to Mark lately. I was supposed to meet him for lunch yesterday, but I told him that something had come up and I was unable to make it.”

  In a way, though, Angela hadn’t lied to Mark. In fact, what had actually come up was her billionaire plaything, Anderson Cromby’s, thick, humongous cock. And when it came up, Angela wasn’t interested in anything else other than taking advantage of the situation. Something about Anderson’s dick had her completely hypnotized every time she even so much as thought about it. He had her utterly “dicknotized.”

  “So have you decided which way you’re going to go, yet?” Maxine asked. Her intentions were definitely good. She only wanted her bestie to be happy and to have a healthy, blissful relationship with whichever man she chose to be with.

  “You know what, Max? I think that I have. I am going out dinner with Anderson tonight. Though I have been somewhat afraid of asking him about our relationship, I’ve decided that tonight’s the night. I am going to spill the beans and let him know exactly how I feel and what I want. If he feels the same way, I am going to take that chance and completely dedicate myself to him.”

  Maxine could tell by the tone of her best friend’s voice that Angela was serious. She was in love and she was going to let the man she loved know it. She had a deep respect for Angela. She knew that it couldn’t possibly be easy for her to have to make such an important and difficult decision between two men she clearly had deep, unfathomable feelings for. Maxine couldn’t deny that she was very proud of her friend, and she hoped more than anything that Angela’s love life would end up working out for her for the best.

  Angela stepped out of the luxury car that Anderson had sent over to her apartment to pick her up and take her to the restaurant they were meeting at for a nice romantic dinner. The restaurant was called Chez LaFre’ and it offered an exquisite selection of top-of-the-line French cuisine. Angela thanked the limousine driver and walked into the front entrance of the huge, fancy, 5-star-rated French restaurant.

  Her eyes lit up with wonder as she entered the lobby area of Chez LaFre’. It was one of the most beautiful restaurants she had ever set foot inside of. She looked around in awe as the host, who was dressed in a stylish black tuxedo, led her toward an elegantly-decorated private VIP booth up on the veranda area of the large venue.

  Angela saw A
nderson sitting in a comfy little VIP-area dinner booth, talking on his cell phone. He looked incredibly handsome in his three-piece teal-colored silk suit. His shirt was a multi-colored one, form-fitting, accentuating the well-defined muscles of his toned arms. He had the jacket lying beside him on the seat of the booth and his hair looked extra-thick and shiny in the dim lighting of the restaurant. The well-dressed Hispanic-looking restaurant host led her to the table and motioned for her to sit down in the booth across from Anderson.

  “You look ravishing, darling,” Anderson said, standing up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. He pulled out her chair and she sat down. Anderson sat back down across from her.

  “Thanks. So do you! As usual,” Angela replied, flashing him a smile

  “I took the liberty of ordering us a fine bottle of imported white wine and I also ordered an absolutely scrumptious appetizer I think you will like,” Anderson told her. He opened the bottle of wine and proceeded to fill their glasses.

  “I’m really glad you invited me out to dinner tonight, Anderson. This place is incredible,” Angela commented, her eyes wide with impression.

  Anderson loved the way Angela always expressed her appreciation to him.

  “Anything to keep a smile on that beautiful face of yours,” Anderson stated with a grin. Angela blushed like a school girl, in spite of herself.

  “There’s something I want to talk to you about, Anderson,” Angela said. She felt her heartrate begin to increase as the feeling of nervousness started to take over. “And I have to admit, I’m really nervous about it.”