“Are you okay, baby?” he breathed, sensing her discomfort. She answered with a nod. Am I? she wondered. Why am I thinking of Troy? Do I want him instead? She pushed her uncertainty to the back of her mind. Her whole outlook on life had to change, and it needed to start with this first step. She reached back and undid her bra, pulling the garment away in one smooth move. She tried a coy look, biting her lip playfully as she pushed her firm breasts together with her upper arms.
“Oh, my God!” he exclaimed, his eyes filling with lust. He stepped back and pulled off his towel. He stood there, long, hard and proud before her. His thick shaft definitely looked like exactly what she needed, and she could feel the juices flowing to her loins in preparation to receive it, but there was an arrogance on his face, something she had never seen before. Like he expected her to get on her knees and worship him in his glory.
In an instant, he was back against her, kissing her hard. He moved his mouth to her neck, urgently nuzzling and licking her, while at the same time he took her hand and dragged it onto his staff, enclosing her fist around it and pumping her hand up and down. Merry was steadily being turned off. His free hand groped at her breasts, pinching and flicking her nipples uncomfortably. He left her hand on him and started to force his fingers under her panties. Merry was enjoying herself less and less. Stop being a prude! she shouted inside her head. Just go with it. Sure it doesn’t feel great right now, but it should in a second. Loosen up, for fuck’s sake!
“What’s wrong?” he asked more urgently, as Merry’s legs closed a little, impeding his progress beneath her underwear. “Just loosen up, for fuck’s sake!” he growled. Merry stiffened. He bodily yanked her off the couch and spun her to face away from him. Before she knew what was happening he had whipped down her panties and was bending her forward. She flashed back to Eric and how she had felt that time with him. Suddenly, she had never been more scared.
“No! Stop! Please stop! Don’t!” she screamed, and mercifully, Michael backed off. She turned round and sat down hard on the floor, covering her naked body as best she could. Tears were in her eyes, but she was not going to cry.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It seemed like you wanted this.” He did not sound happy.
“I did, I do,” said Merry, as controlled as she could. “It just all went so fast. I don’t have much experience with this, I’m sorry.” She felt vulnerable and hated it. She just wanted to go. She slowly stood and made to put on her skirt.
“So you’re just going to go then?” Michael sounded more as though he was angry, rather than disappointed.
“I think its best just now, sorry.”
“For you maybe,” he sounded really threatening now. “You can’t just leave me like this!” He indicated his still hard penis, waving in the air. “At least fucking suck me off or something!” he wailed.
Merry had no patience for this. She said nothing else to him. She pulled on her skirt and blouse, left her underwear and walked out.
“Merry, I’m sorry,” Michael called after her. “Please come back! Have a drink and relax.” She made it out of the room and shut the door. She thought she heard him yell ‘bitch’ at her, but the door was far too thick to be sure.
An hour later, Merry lay in bed. She could not stop replaying the encounter in her head. Stupid bitch, she scolded herself. That’s two important people you’ve pissed off today. So, it might have been a remote and uncomfortable fuck. Take it as a compliment that he was so eager. She had a vision of his iron-hard cock pointing directly at her hot, wet hole, desperate to enter, and it made her clit throb again and the breath catch in her throat. He was surely fit enough that he could have taken care of your needs after. No wonder he was mad—you got him all worked up and then just left him there. What did you think, he’d be happy?
What she was thinking was making a lot of sense. “Screw it,” she said out loud. She jumped out of bed, grabbed her long raincoat and wrapped it around her nakedness, stuffed her feet in her favorite black heels and stormed out of her room. In the elevator again, looking at herself in the mirror, she was grateful she had not cried or removed her makeup. She’d been feeling too low. She had simply undressed and crawled into bed, so she still looked damn fine. Actually really sexy. Her hair was slightly ruffled, and knowing she was naked under her long coat caused her nipples to harden and her juices to flow again. She closed her eyes to picture Michael, but again it was Troy’s features that floated before her. Dammit! She summoned an image of Michael. That was better. She could be a temptress, a slut, for tonight at least. She was going to bang his brains out.
Arriving at his door, she could not believe her luck. She must have not closed it properly, as it was still on the latch. She stealthily slipped in and shut it behind her. The room was dark. She crept through the suite, trying to avoid bumping into any furniture as she picked her way towards the bedroom door. She heard muffled noise from behind it and figured he was watching TV. She tried the handle and pushed it open.
“Oh… My… God! Oh… My… God!” She heard Shannon’s voice, breathless and husky, before she saw anything. The room was bathed in low light, but her heart sank as she clearly saw the two figures on the bed. Shannon, on all fours, her generous breasts swinging free as Michael drove himself hard into her from behind, every mighty thrust forcing another strained word from Shannon’s open mouth. “Oh… My… GOOOODDDD!” she screamed in ecstasy as Michael let out a huge groan and shoved as though he was trying to split Shannon in two.
Merry closed the door and leaned against the wall outside the bedroom. Thank God they had been too wrapped up in each other to noticed her. She stole her way back out the room, but this time she could not stop the tears rolling down her cheeks. She did not know why; she did not love Michael. What was wrong with her? As she waited for the elevator to arrive, deep sobs began to wrack her whole body. She was standing there crying when, because the universe is like that, the doors opened and Troy stood before her.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His stunning features were the picture of concern. Neither of them were sure whether he put his arms around her or she fell into him, but immediately they were in a warm embrace. Merry, still sobbing, already felt better. Troy soothed her in a voice so calming she never wanted it to end. They had been standing in the elevator for some time, doors closed, not going anywhere, when it autonomously started to descend.
“Whoops,” exclaimed Troy, “there goes my floor. Let’s get you back to your room before you find yourself in the lobby wearing only a raincoat. What floor?”
Merry was unsure how he knew she was naked under her coat, but all she could say was, “Uhm, six,” and sniff. He handed her the hanky from his suit breast pocket. He asked her again what was wrong, and she finally replied, “Men.”
“Ah, yes. Heard that one before.” He helped her to her door. She opened it and he helped her onto the bed. He sat beside her and held her as she began to breathe normally. Eventually he asked, “You haven’t seen Shannon, have you? I’m sure she’s not your favorite subject to discuss right now, but I’ve lost her since she left the dinner. She said she’d be right back.”
Merry wiped her face and handed him back his handkerchief. “Stay calm, Troy. I have some news for you…”
She told him the whole story, her bad experience with Michael, her discovery of them together. She thought he was going to be mad and go start a fight. Instead, he just smiled.
“It does make life a little easier,” he said. “I was trying to find her to break things off with her. I’ve met someone else. She doesn’t even know it, but I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Really?” asked Merry, her heart beating faster all of a sudden. In the course of her storytelling, they had gradually fallen to lay side by side on the bed, facing each other. Merry had not even realized how close their faces were until now. Troy leaned across the inches that separated them and gently placed his lips on hers. Sheer joy overwhelmed her and, feeling her respond, he increased his pr
essure, placing his hand on the back of her head and pulling her mouth harder to his. He broke off the kiss.
“It’s you, by the way, in case you were wondering.” He smiled. She screamed in joy and pushed him on his back. Laughing, she threw a leg over and straddled him. She started pulling his shirt out of his pants.
“God, I’m so relieved! I’ve not been able to stop thinking of you either!” Troy helped her by pulling his shirt off and throwing it off the bed.
“I have a question, though,” Merry continued, pulling at his belt and fly. How did you know I was naked under this coat?”
Troy helped her get his pants off. She straddled him again, feeling the heat from his engorged member a mere hair’s breadth from her naked, aching sex. He slowly undid the belt of her coat and, equally slowly, she eased it off her shoulders to finally sit fully exposed before him. She felt him twitch between her legs. He stared at her naked beauty for what seemed like a century, before he replied, “Actually, it was a lucky guess.”
She punched him playfully in his amazingly defined chest. He complained and she giggled, pulling his underwear off. Suddenly, it was her turn to stare. It was not just his perfect, long, hard penis that seemed to be carved from marble, but his whole, gorgeously cut body. She felt unfamiliar sensations again. She could not stop herself from wanting to run her hands all over him. She wanted to suck on his sculptured abs, lick her way across every tattoo that sleeved his muscular arms, have her breasts crushed against his firm chest, and feel that stiff, veined, pulsing member in her warm mouth.
She slid down his body and kneeled on the floor, grasping the base of his shaft with both hands. She gently tickled the head with her tongue, and felt a thrill as that one gentle touch made him gasp and his whole body stiffen. Her stomach trembling, her heart running madly, she enveloped the tip of him with her soft, velvet lips. He cried out again as she sucked lightly at his smooth, round helmet. She could feel him quivering, throbbing at her every touch. She felt possessed. Suddenly, she had to have as much of him in her mouth as she could. The power she felt, holding him at her mercy, excited her more than anything ever had before. She drove her mouth down on him, delighting in the feel of him twitching on her tongue. She pulled back and pushed herself down on him again, simultaneously wishing he would release himself in her mouth, letting her drink down his very essence, and still hoping that he would hold back so she could enjoy him longer. She forced him hard inside her once more, pushing him as far as she could to the back of her throat, and was savouring the way he completely filled her mouth when he gently gripped her shoulders and lifted her off.
“Merry, baby, I can’t take much more of that. It feels amazing,” he breathed as he pulled her back onto his lap. As she settled into place, she could feel the wet tip of him caressing the outer lips of her slit. She gently rubbed herself along the length of him, a sharp moan escaping her mouth as he softly made contact with her clit. She was ready, she literally ached to have him inside her, stretching her, bursting within her. She willed him to push his way in, to bury himself in her sopping wet hole, but instead he held back. He put two hands on her butt and guided her higher. He pushed her further up his body, until she had to kneel over his shoulders. He finally settled her so she had to lean forward to stop her pussy from suffocating him.
Then, slowly and ever so delicately, he began to lick and kiss at her most intimate spots. His careful touches sent shivers through her whole body, as she held her sex tantalisingly just over his willing mouth. He increased his pressure and pace, pulling her slick opening firmly onto his tongue, and began pushing and probing deeper. Little flicks felt like small electric shocks flitting across the nerves deep in the center of her, and as his tongue drove deeper inside her she moaned, longing to be touched deeper still. Involuntarily, she started to grind herself against his lips. His tongue set to pushing and licking at her most sensitive spot, bringing on a tightness in her legs and stomach and a feeling in her loins that was beyond description. She forced herself down on his mouth, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and shrieking as he lapped at her, harder and harder, until she thought she could take no more, but at the same time praying that it would never end. She screamed, arched her back and clutched her breasts, desperate for release until finally what felt like a great weight over her suddenly changed into the sweetest, warmest liquid and cascaded down, right through her body, washing away every last frustration and negative feeling, leaving her reborn, collapsed forward over him and panting, and at the same time totally satisfied and desperate to feel it just one more time.
“Oh, my god,” she sighed. “That was amazing. Please, feel free to do that to me whenever you feel like it.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he replied. She could hear him smiling even though she could not see his face. He shuffled out from under her. As yet, her legs felt too shaky to be moved.
Then she felt him kneeling behind her. Oh God, she thought, what is it with guys? Then her inner voice took over. Come on, Merry! Stop it. You had one bad experience. Stop letting it rule your life. You could love this guy, and he seems keen to make you feel good. Stop being a prude!
She felt him bend forward, kiss her butt, and slide his fingers over that moist place where he had enjoyed her so much, just moments ago, and it felt good. She wanted him. She wanted that hard, smooth, alabaster shaft inside her, deep as it could go, shooting its hot load right into the depths of her. She leaned her head forward, raised her butt, and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible wiggle to invite him in.
He needed no more encouragement. He lined up perfectly, the hot tip of him rubbing deliciously at her willing opening before, without warning, he drove himself inside her right up to the hilt. A full-throated cry escaped her lips, somewhere between pleasure and pain. My God that was hard! It felt like he would split me in two! Please, please do it again. As if reading her mind, he slid out until he was barely touching her, then urgently plunged back in again. She cried out once more, but this was definitely pleasure. He pulled out and thrust in a third time, pushing with all his might, as if trying to break right through her. Merry screamed in ecstasy. Nothing had ever touched so deep inside her. She pushed back on him, edging him still further in. He grabbed her around the waist and forced her to stay impaled on him, grinding his pubis against her butt cheeks, pushing as hard as he could, filling her so full for what seemed like an eternity. Merry, her mouth open, panting, had nothing to compare this feeling to. She simply could not believe there was an experience like this on earth. She willed him on, hoping that it would never end.
“Oh, baby,” she found herself saying, “that feels so good. Fuck me now, fuck me harder!” Her voice did not sound like her own, but it did the trick. Troy began slowly but rhythmically pounding her hard, filling her with even more unexpected sensations. His pace increased with the pitch of her moans. She drove herself back onto him, each of their thrusts sending a shock of pleasure closer and closer to Merry’s very core. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he hammered at her. His hands groped her butt and breasts, his balls slapped against her clit, and every time he forced his way inside she got closer and closer to that release. She felt like she was going to explode. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Harder! Harder!” she demanded, unsure quite where the words were coming from, until the building tidal wave of pleasure reached its zenith and crashed over her once more. Her legs shook, her body was in spasm, rocked to its very core as he pounded hard into her. Wave upon wave crashed over her, until she became little more than a writhing, thrusting, orgasmic thing, incapable of speech or rational thought.
Finally, as her frenzy began to subside, she felt him tense, groan, and shove himself further than ever inside her, his bursting erection pulsing jet after explosive jet of hot semen into her womb, sending her further still into that bright world of sheer happiness. It felt as though he would never stop firing his seed into her until, finally, the volley died away and they both fell onto their sides, too weak to move, his member gently shrinking insi
de her.
“Jesus,” said Troy, after he finally relearned how to speak. “I really have no words right now.”
“Mmm-mmm,” was all Merry could muster. Him spooning her, her butt pressed into his crotch, had to be one of the most heavenly feelings ever. “That was amazing too. Promise me you’ll do that to me as well, whenever you feel the urge. I don’t care if we’re in bed, a restaurant, a bus…” Troy laughed whole-heartedly and promised he would.
A few more minutes passed in silence, then something occurred to Merry, “Is this issue with Michael and Shannon and me going to help you win the championship? Or make it harder?”
“What a random question,” began Troy, but then he thought more about it. “I started dating Shannon mid-season when I was clear ahead in the points race. Since then I keep breaking down or losing to Michael, so now he’s caught up. I’ve come to the conclusion she’s bad luck. So this should help.” Merry felt him smile behind her again. She turned round to face him.
“So, you think she’ll be bad luck for Michael now?” she asked him coyly, gently wrapping her hand around his softened penis.
“I hope so,” he breathed, his cock heating up and starting to grow bigger in her grasp. “It certainly seems like I’m going to be getting all the luck from now on.”
THE END
My Billionaire Savior:
BWWM Billionaire Romance
Caleb looked out over the New York skyline from his third floor office building, and smiled. It was a cool and colorful autumn day, and he had just closed another deal with a long-time client from overseas. His business had grown exponentially over the last three years, and he was satisfied that he had more time than ever to simply enjoy his life and all of its successes. He was a corporate executive and he knew how to delegate responsibility. It was exciting to lead a life of luxury, and he looked forward to yet another exciting weekend.
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