Hard Pressed: A Billionaire in Disguise Romance

by Vivien Vale

  He's hard again, of course, and ready for more. He looks at me with dark eyes and I can sense the promise of what's to come.

  "I'm waiting for you," I say somewhat nervously.

  "Good," is all he says as he sinks himself into the tub.

  With his massive frame occupying so much space, the water rises almost to the point that it's spilling over the edge.

  "Ahh, this is nice," he says.

  All I can do is watch those muscular shoulders flex as relaxes against the edge of the bath. I see rippling abs and I'm sure my face registers nothing but a craving...for him.

  He pulls my legs underneath the water so that I'm wrapped around his waist. His cock is just inches from my pussy.

  I circle it with my hand and he has an amused expression on his face.

  "Like what you see?"

  "Of course. I want it. Now."

  I'm greedy and hungry to consume him in some way, shape, or form. I ache to ride him and to feel that giant cock inside of me.

  His hands grip my waist as he hoists me up on top of him. I slide onto him easily and soon he's inside me. The water makes it all the easier to conform to his size. I'll never get used to a shaft that big, but I'll never tire of trying either.

  I cling onto his shoulders and cross my legs around him tightly. He lifts my ass up and down onto his cock, finding a nice rhythm. Soon we're in sync and it feels so good.

  The warm bath water matches the warmth that's rising from within my belly. I kiss his neck and hold on tight for the ride.

  I rock back and forth on him. The water's sloshing everywhere, out of the tub and onto the floor.

  I grind my clit into him and the added sensation nearly takes me over the top.

  "Hold on, baby. Just hang on," he says like he's coaching me through it.

  Ever the one to draw out my pleasure, I'm always trying not to cross that threshold until he gives me the okay. The best way is to come together, and also when he commands. He seems to know the ins and outs of my body better than I do. He knows what I need.

  I come down on his massive cock little by little.

  He's in me as deep as he’s ever been. He looks at me, straight in the eyes, and kisses me. We can't get enough of each other and it's apparent.

  I feel a certain fullness, a sense of satisfaction that defies everything. With him in this moment, all is well and I am eternally safe, cherished.

  When we're fucking, life is perfect. All the problems melt away and all can see is him.

  I never knew this amount of loving someone was possible. I never knew I could be so hungry for just one man.

  He's staring at me with those deep, soulful eyes and I know he's as far into this as I am. This is only the beginning of our beautiful future. All the pieces are in place and I will be his in this way every day for the rest of our lives.

  It's amazing, a miracle really. This amount of intense love is awesome and he, so enduring, keeps pushing me to new heights.

  "Baby, I can feel you. I can feel every part of you," he growls into my ear.

  I circle around him so he can feel my pussy walls tighten. I'm so close to coming.

  He sucks my tits, happy with the view. When we're not kissing he's pulling and twisting my nipples.

  I hold onto his neck for dear life as the inevitable wave is about to crash. I've crossed an edge now that there's no arriving back from.

  "Baby, fuck. I'm coming."

  With one final thrust, I shatter around him in a thousand different ways.

  His lips, his chest, his cock. Everything melds into one, but the feeling of him inside of me is what sets me off and what causes multiple detonations of bliss within my body.

  My mind feels fragmented with images of him. It's bliss, a kind of paradise that can only be found with him.

  "Fuck, baby, you came so hard."

  "I know," I manage to mutter in between breaths.

  He lifts me off of him and turns me around in the water so that I'm leaning over the tub. He rubs my ass and it gives it a quick spank before pushing his cock deep inside me from behind.

  This immediately hits my G-spot and it's pulsing with so much pleasure.

  I let him do what he wants to my body because I'm floating in bliss. I've just had the most intense climax and I'm not ready for round two yet. But he doesn't stop, he doesn't cease. He does his thing, continuing to drive into me.

  He pounds into me, unable to stop his own release. Water's crashing over the edge of the tub. The pulsations are turning electric and soon he and I are coming at the same time.

  Radiant spirals of cool heaven emanate from within me. I've never had it like this. He's grasping my hair, pulling it gently as he emerges over his own cliff.

  "This is perfect," I say. "I don’t ever want to stop, Xavier."

  "Just think," he says in low, silky tone in my ear. "You have your whole life to look forward to this. It will always be this intense, Allie. You can count on it."

  Fuck me. This is my forever. And it’s better than I ever could have hoped.

  38

  Allie

  I'm on the site of yet another photo shoot. I guess you could say I've been working like crazy these days. Fashion editors are clamoring for my attention on both the East and West Coast, and also abroad.

  What began as a public relations nightmare has ended in me being a social media influencer and an inspiration to all. My story, that of being manipulated by a viral video, seems to have humbled me in the eyes of the public and made me more relatable.

  I've come out as the heroine on top of a dark situation. The fact that Xavier put the whole weight of his company behind me and helped to sort out my image crisis, well it helped a lot.

  Now I have at least a million followers on Instagram and that is in itself profitable. I've shot ad campaigns for all the major fashion houses, and I'm working on one today.

  It happens to be in New York City, which is a treat because I get to be with Xavier instead of on an airplane.

  He's here watching me, as he always likes to do when he gets the chance. He's a control freak, really. He likes to make sure every outfit is perfect and that I look like the supermodel I now am.

  I love to have his over-the-top, domineering presence around. It makes me feel safe and comfortable. He's become more than just my lover—we're best friends now.

  I walk over to him for approval on my latest outfit, even though the stylist is technically in charge of that.

  "How do I look?" I say to him as I grab his arm and use my other hand to trace his rock-hard abs.

  I will never get tired of this. He's smoking hot, the guy every girl wants to have. And now, he's all mine.

  He sees a hungry look in my eyes.

  "You can't be thinking of that now. You have to work. You're gonna nail this shoot and they'll give you the cover."

  He can always tell when I want to have sex. Which is pretty much always.

  "Okay, Xavier, but you know what I expect tonight," I say to him with fire in my eyes.

  "Oh, baby, with you looking so beautiful right now dolled up in this outfit, tonight you can expect the very best," he says.

  This statement comes almost as a warning of what I'm going to experience tonight. Every day he takes me to new heights of pleasure and our connection is so deep that I never dreamed it was possible to love someone this much.

  He's very commanding, and something about that allows me to relax because I know he's got it all under control.

  "Okay, Allie, we're ready for you now," the photographer says.

  I reluctantly leave Xavier's side and return to the set. The theme is graffiti, street-style fashion photography. So the backdrop is a brick wall they've made in the studio that several graffiti artists have worked their magic on. It's super gritty, and super me.

  I'm excited to have this opportunity and I've been grateful every day since the crisis happened. I never dreamed I'd be on top of my career like this, at this level. But this shows that I ear
ned it and I deserve it. You can't fake it at the top. You have to have real talent to be here.

  And I'm proud to say Xavier hasn't had to get me any of my jobs. I've earned them all by myself. And that makes me proud. In fact, I've haven't worked for his company at all since the scandal. It's not because I haven't wanted to, it's because I haven't had time.

  Usually, he's with me, jet-setting around the world. I feel strong in my power as a model, and I feel independent as a woman. All of that makes it easier for me to give myself to him. I know I rely on him for nothing. So I can give him everything.

  "Okay, Allie, let's take it from the top," the photographer says.

  The makeup artists that have been primping me scatter away, someone hits the music, and the camera starts to flash.

  I'm on.

  I give him my best moves and I carefully follow the photographer's direction. He's a joy to work with. This entire team is.

  He has me arching my back against the wall and doing a variety of photos that complement the outfit.

  I see Xavier watching me at a distance. His eyes are dark and I can only imagine what he's thinking.

  He always does this when I'm on a shoot. And the idea of him watching me turns the heat up on things so much. I think I'm a better model under his gaze.

  "Nice, Allie, good job, just like that."

  I'm trying to put emotion into my posing so that my eyes are not left empty. How could they be when Xavier is undressing me with his own eyes?

  His possessive nature turns me on so much and it comes out full force when I'm modeling and have so many eyes on me. He stares at me intently like he wants me to understand that I'm his, his alone.

  I move my body in a variety of ways. I smile, I frown, and I give the photographer any type of expression he requests. I crawl and writhe on the ground, and I jump through the air like a gazelle. Anything he demands of me, I do.

  And there's my man watching me the whole time. I know this gives him pleasure, and it certainly puts me on my A-game.

  At last, the shoot is over, and I rush over to him. I cover his beautiful, chiseled face with kisses and he pulls me in hard for a long kiss.

  "You did so well out there," he says, moving my hand down so I can feel the length of his cock pressing against his pants. “It’s so fucking hot watching you model.”

  I lick my lips in anticipation. If no one was here I'd be going down on him right now.

  Instead, he pulls me away and I say my goodbyes to everybody. Soon he's got me in the back of the waiting limo and I don't have to wait long for my fantasy to come true.

  I slide down to my knees and start to pull his pants off so that I can suck his giant cock.

  Before I can get him totally undressed, though, he says, "Allie, I should be the one down on my knees."

  "What?"

  He pulls me up so that I'm sitting next to him. He's suddenly so serious, and I wonder what's about to transpire. The next thing I know, I see him pull out a small jewelry box.

  What’s he doing? This can't be happening. He gets to one knee as comfortably as he can in the back of the limousine.

  "Allie, will you please do me the honor of being my wife? I want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of our lives," he says.

  I stare at the giant ring he's presenting me and say the only thing I can.

  "Yes, a thousand times yes."

  I jump into his arms and his hands are all over me. We're kissing passionately and I feel like this is just the beginning of my life.

  "You make me so happy, Allie. Now I can tell you where we're really going."

  "Wait a minute? Where are we going?"

  He pushes the button that lowers the partition between us and the driver.

  He says, "Okay, Henry, take us to the airport."

  "Where are we going, Xavier? Aren't you gonna tell me?"

  "No, I'm not gonna tell you. But I promise you're gonna love it. We need to celebrate our engagement."

  God, at the word engagement, it all sinks in as to how real this is. I am going to be a wife. Xavier’s wife.

  More than that, I'm going to be with the man I love forever.

  We've survived the complicated journey of being together, and that in itself means something. It means that we can get through anything.

  With a little transparency, all things are possible. I trust Xavier now more than anyone else on earth because I know he above all has my best interests at heart.

  He kisses me, and it's as if our engagement is sealed by that kiss. I already knew that I'd be his forever, but now he's just cemented our future together.

  It feels so good, and my future feels so right. Not one aspect of me is wondering if I made the right choice by saying yes. I know I have. He's my man and my biggest supporter. What could be better?

  I look at the beautiful ring he's slipped on my finger, and it's dazzling. I'd like to look longer and to appreciate the feeling of it being on my finger, but Xavier is slowly undressing me.

  "It's a long ride to the airport," he breathes as he trails his tongue along my inner thigh.

  And with that, I let him fuck me all the way to the airport, and that’s definitely me getting my happy ending.

  Thank You For Reading

  I have included my other novels for your reading pleasure.

  Hard Bargain

  Hard Luck

  Hard Bargain

  Your dirty boss wants to tie you up.

  And not just in meetings.

  I'm a terror in the business world.

  A billionaire CEO with the body of a god.

  You want to stop me? I'll bankrupt you and turn you into dust.

  No one can stop me from taking what I want.

  Until Kylie.

  She didn't try to stop me from having her.

  She wanted me. I could see the desire in her eyes.

  But once wasn't enough. Now I want more.

  She has no idea the depravity of my mind.

  But once she finds out she'll want to please me in any way possible.

  But there are people who want to take us down.

  Try to use the company's rules against us.

  They better watch out.

  Because Kylie and I...we're about to make this workplace positively filthy.

  No cliffhangers or cheating. HEA guaranteed.

  Wes

  I'm in the meeting room with Leon again, and he's not happy. I've lost count of how many times I'm holed up with the guy, but I'm CEO, and it's my job to meet with my senior managers from time to time.

  I meet with Leon more than anyone else. He’s always complaining about something.

  There's nothing pleasant about Leon. He's closer to fifty than sixty, but since he found out about his wife Martha having cancer, he's become an old man overnight. His blond hair has grayed at the temples, and every day new wrinkles seem to appear between his brows and around his mouth. They’re not from smiling.

  It shouldn't happen to a person – you would think that thirty years of marriage would give a man some protection against bad luck, a reward for sticking it out so long. Even one who’s a dick like Leon. The universe is not known for its kindness.

  "What the fuck were you thinking?” Leon asks. His voice is louder than I like it to be. Again.

  “Language, please, Leon. We’re in the office.”

  “I don’t care where the hell I am,” he says. At least he avoided fuck. “If you’re going to bump up a little ditz from the front desk I’m going to say something about it.”

  And he has. Leon has been “saying something about it” for the last half hour.

  “Jordan deserves the position, Leon. You’ve seen her résumé. You know how impressive it is.”

  “Her attitude stinks. She walks around like she’s God’s gift to man and I’m not going to oversee her.”

  Leon has been a senior manager in my tech department for a long time. He’s good at what he does, and most of the time I trust his judgm
ent. Most of the time. Since Martha became ill, I don’t know if he’s as reliable as he used to be. You can separate your personal life from your business life all you want; if someone close to you is dying, it changes you.

  “She has an MBA, Leon. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that.”

  “Her attitude stinks.”

  So does yours, I think, but I don’t say as much. It will only make him angrier, and he’s pissed already.

  “You can’t shoot her down before we give her a chance. We wanted to hire internally. She’s the best we’ve got.”

  “Find someone else,” Leon says.

  I’m getting pissed off now, too. This guy thinks he’s going to tell me how to do my job?

  “Leon, I appreciate that you’re open with me, but I’m still your superior. You don’t tell me what to do.”

  Leon makes a face at me that tells me he’s not happy, but he bites his tongue. Smart man. At least this time. Instead, he paces the meeting room. I watch him from my chair at the six-seater table.

  I can fire him on the spot if I want to. God knows he’s had enough warnings from me to be out of here already, but I don’t want to fire the guy. He’s got chemo to pay for, chemo that might not even work.

  Losing your job when your life goes up in flames is a different kind of hell.

  “I don’t like it, Wes,” Leon says.

  I nod. “I know. And I’m sorry.”

  Leon narrows his eyes at me. “Sorry for what?”

  I sigh. “Everything you’re going through.”

  His face softens and I glimpse the man that already worked here by the time I arrived. Leon used to be the star of RidgeCo, the kind of man that knew exactly what needed to be done to grow a modest San Francisco tech company into something spectacular.

  He sits down in the chair he vacated when we started talking about Kylie Jordan. He’s calmer now. Sometimes, all it takes is sympathy.