Gambling For The Virgin: A Dark Billionaire Romance

by Dark Angel

  “Payback,” I tell him with a grin, threatening to slide his cock in but never actually doing it. He grins back at me, and I just know he means trouble.

  “Not really,” he says, placing his hands on my ass. “Remember… I can do whatever I want,” and then he thrusts upward with no warning at all. I try and escape, but it’s impossible; he hooks his fingers on my buttocks and pushes me down, impaling me on his cock. I throw my head back and let out a violent scream, the sound shrill enough to break glass.

  He doesn’t even let me reel from the first impact. Thrusting violently, he starts to fuck me in such a way that I feel my nerve endings going numb, pleasure coating my mind and choking out every ounce of rationality that lives inside of me. I’m all lust and sin right now.

  One hand still on my ass, he takes the other one to my breasts, squeezing eagerly. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and start to rock my hips, trying to match the fierceness of his movement. The sound of flesh on flesh starts to fill the room, blending with my moans and creating a melody of pleasure and delight.

  With the melody of our bodies guiding me, I let one hand run down my chest and I flatten it right above my pussy, reaching for my clit with the tip of my middle finger. Lance eases down then, laying back and succumbing to the sway of my hips. I ride him fast and hard, rubbing my clit at the same time.

  Losing all notion of time, I let the movement of our bodies build that sweet madness inside my muscles, coiling them and setting them up for release. I feel them cramping up, but I don’t care; I’m way past caring. Riding Lance into oblivion, I only stop when fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

  “Oh, fuck…” I moan, my pussy cramping up around his shaft as I come. I lean forward, my fingernails digging into his pectorals as I hiss through gritted teeth. I’m trembling and twitching, and I can’t even open my eyes; there’s really nothing I can do now but submit and let pleasure wash over me.

  Lance doesn’t afford me the luxury of waiting, though. His hands on my waist, he rolls me to the side without even taking his cock out of me. The moment he’s on top of my body, I’m still coming, my body barely able to respond.

  “Spread your legs. Wide,” he commands, my body reacting to the firm sound of his voice. I do more than just spread my legs, though; I lift them up, placing them over his shoulders as he leans into me. I want to curse, moan and hiss, but I just can’t. When he presses his body on top of mine, raising my legs with his shoulders, he drives his cock as deep as it has ever been inside of me. It hurts and it pleases… It drives me utterly and completely insane. And he’s not even moving yet.

  Bending my legs, he leans further in and crushes his mouth against mine. The moment our lips touch he starts to thrust, driving nails of pleasure deep inside of my brain. I pull back from his kiss, screaming as loud as I can. He’s thrusting so hard that the bed starts to rock back and forth, accompanying the sway of his body.

  My mind is coming apart, my body is burning up, and still he keeps going harder with each passing second, pulling me down into oblivion. I try and tell him that I’m close, that I need him to keep going as hard as he can… But the only thing that leaves my mouth is a weak groan of pleasure. Luckily, he doesn’t need my words to know what I need; as if he could read my mind, he keeps pistoning harder into me.

  I come undone with a moan, the muscles in my throat working hard through sweet release. He holds his position the moment my pussy tightens around his cock, keeping the tip pressed tight against my G-spot as my body trembles and twitches. My hands are on his back, my fingernails buried in his chiseled muscles like claws.

  I don’t even know how, but every orgasm with Lance feels different. It doesn’t matter how many times I come, it’s almost like the first time I’m with him. And it’s just perfect.

  Coming down, I pant as he takes my legs out from his shoulders. He leans back, his cock sliding out of my pussy, and I lay on the mattress, whimpering as sparks of electric pleasure make my muscles twitch erratically.

  “Tired already?” he whispers into my ear, lying by my side.

  “Never…” I manage to say, my chest rising and falling quickly as I make the effort to get the words out. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Makes two of us then,” he grins, placing his hands on my waist and making me turn to the side, my back to him. He presses his chest against my back, running one hand down my side. His long fingers go over the curve of my ass cheeks, caressing my crack and further down, finding their way to the wet mess between my thighs. I feel him grabbing his cock and he angles it down, pressing his tip against my folds. “It feels so good…” he whispers, sliding his cock just one inch in, another dazed whimper leaving my lips. “I love how tight you are.”

  I want to say something, anything, but the only thing I manage to do is thrust back against him, forcing his cock to sheath itself to the hilt in me. He groans into my neck, pressing his lips there and nibbling at my skin, and then curls his fingers on my waist. Holding me in place, he starts to thrust, the coming and going motion of his body making me grab at the sheets.

  It doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting so hard that he rolls me to the side, climbing on top of me. As I’m lying down on my stomach, he places his hands on my side, supporting himself as he keeps rocking his body against mine. Soon his hands move from the bed to my ass, and he squeezes my cheeks hard as he fucks me, pistoning into me with the fury of a man possessed by lust.

  “Oh, God,” I moan into the sheets, feeling my heart beating so fast it might just burst any minute now. I push back against Lance, using the support from my hands to lift my body up from the bed and go on all fours. He accompanies my movement easily, going to his knees without even taking his cock from inside of me. “As hard as you can…” I beg him. “I don’t want to feel my legs once you’re done.”

  “That can be arranged,” he says, running his index finger over my ass crack. “Once I’m done… You won’t even know your name anymore.” He keeps moving his finger back and forth over my ass, goose bumps going through me each time I feel him stroking close to my hole. He isn’t moving his cock yet, but I already feel a storm brewing on the horizon. Pressing his fingertip over my ass, he slowly pushes it in, my back arching as I feel him in me. Slowly, he starts to move his hips, using his finger in a matching pace. A few heartbeats in and he’s fingering my ass and fucking my pussy, the pendulum motion of it almost too much for me to bear.

  With his free hand he tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks on it, forcing me to throw my head back as a throaty moan fills the room. Holding me by the hair, he drives his cock deeper into me and holds still, only his finger moving. He moves it around inside my ass, my pussy tightening around his cock as I start to feel like a dam about to burst.

  “Come for me,” he whispers, picking up the pace with his finger. He pushes it in and turns it around, moving it in such a way that I can’t help but do what he tells me to. I come hard, grabbing at the sheets as if I didn’t know what to do with my hands. “Good…” he continues, slowly pulling his finger out. I remain still as he squeezes both my ass cheeks, running his hands over my fleshy curves as his cock pulses inside of my pussy.

  I can’t even hold my head up anymore. I have my cheek pressed against the mattress, my body still up only because he’s grabbing my ass. He doesn’t care. With one hard smack across my buttocks, he hooks his fingers on my waist and starts to thrust.

  This time he doesn’t build up the pace. Oh, no, this time he goes hard right from the start, like a man aching for a knockout before the bell rings. He’s moving so fast I can’t even tell when he’s sliding his cock in or out… All I know is that he’s completely demolishing me, tearing both my mind and body apart.

  The sound of his hips slapping my ass fills the whole room, like a violent song of ecstasy, one that climbs in through my ears and claws at my brain like a drug. And, just like a drug, it makes me oh so high.

  “Don’t stop … Don’t stop
,” I start repeating, like a mantra, these two words the only ones I can still pronounce. “DON’T STOP!” I finally yell, coming undone as if my body was being dropped into boiling water. I collapse on top of the mattress, feeling Lance’s weight on top of me as my limbs move erratically. I’m flailing both arms and legs, the electric current going through me severing the connection between brain and body.

  I tremble as he takes his cock out from me and rolls to the side, a whimper on my lips. Making a mighty effort, I turn toward him, smiling weakly as I open up my eyes; I rest one hand against his chest, and sliding my fingertips over his abs, I grab his thick cock.

  “You promised me something,” I say, stroking him with soft but deliberate movements. He grins mischievously, reading what’s on my mind.

  “I did, didn’t I?” I simply nod in response, letting go of his cock, and my hand going to his chest, pushing him off. He rolls off of the bed and goes up to his feet, towering over me in a way that makes my insides clench in anticipation of what’s to come. Reaching for his cock, I wrap my fingers around his shaft again; our eyes are locked as I stroke him, my hand moving like clockwork in a steady back and forth motion.

  Never letting go of his cock, I get out of the bed, my knees buckling under my weight as my feet touch the floor. Oh, well, I go down on my knees right in front of him, his cock just a few inches away from my mouth. I go for it, parting my lips and forcing his shaft to go over my tongue and deep inside of me.

  Just like he did while fucking me, I don’t build up the pace. I start sucking him as hard and as viciously as I can, moving my head until my neck starts to burn. I keep stroking him all the same, both my hands around his shaft as they travel up and down at the same pace of my mouth.

  While he has his hands on top of my head, Lance doesn’t take the lead; he lets me keep moving at this frenzied pace, pushing him closer to the edge. And when I feel him there, his cock spasming inside of my mouth, I give one final push and make him explode.

  “Come for me, baby,” I say, looking up at him while his cock pops out of my mouth. My hands are moving at a frenetic pace and he finally lets go. He groans, his fingers running through my hair as a thick rope of cum shoots from his cock, hitting me straight on the face. I open my mouth as wide as I can, trying to get as much of his semen on me.

  “Fuck…” he groans, his muscles taut and hard as if they were made of steel. His cock is spasming hard against my fingers, shooting so much cum I don’t even know how he could hold it all inside of him. Strands of it hit my face, coating my cheeks and tongue and dripping down my neck and chest. I can’t help but smile as I feel his warm juices coating my skin, his cock gushing an endless river of semen and drowning me in it. I keep stroking through it, only stopping when I’ve milked him out of every single drop, and by then, I’m completely covered in his seed. Even my hair is ruined, but I don’t care. Why would I?

  I lean toward him, my tongue reaching for his cock; with gentle movements I lap at him, cleaning his tip and shaft of the few drops still hanging there.

  “Look at the mess you’ve made,” I tell him, grabbing my breasts and smearing his cum all over my body. I run two fingers between my tits, and scooping up a thick strand, take them to my mouth and suck them dry, my eyes never leaving his.

  “Mess? I don’t see any mess,” he says, going down on his knees in front of me. “You look fucking beautiful like this.”

  “I do, don’t I?” I run my fingers through his hair and pull him to me, his mouth going straight my tits. He wraps his lips around my cum-coated nipples, and using his tongue, starts licking me eagerly. “I love you so much,” I say, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as I feel his tongue running all over my chest.

  “I love you too,” he tells me, his tongue sliding all the way up from my neck to my chin. He goes further up, pressing his mouth against mine; I slide my tongue inside his mouth and he sucks on it, taking every last drop of cum inside of his own mouth.

  I look at him with a wide smile, lips glistening from all of the semen. He’s smiling back at me, the kind of smile I know he saved for a woman like me.

  I rest my hand against his cheek and lean in for one final kiss. “What do we do now?” I ask, not wanting to let the real world back in, but knowing that I have to do it all the same. Stroking my hair, he simply smiles.

  “Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

  53

  Lance

  When you love someone, and I mean really fucking love someone, there are no limits to what you'll do for that person. And now that I love two people—Jocelyn and my unborn child, my heart feels like it's ready to explode. Back at the Plaza, where happiness flooded my entire body when I learned I was going to be a father, I smiled and scooped Jocelyn into my arms, spinning her across the room. I was fucking euphoric. One minute, I thought I was losing the love of my life, getting ready to pack my entire life into a suitcase with a one-way ticket to Europe—it was like first being in a room where the walls are literally crumbling all around you—and then the next moment, when I learned I was gaining it all back and so much more, my entire emotional landscape was reversed. I had never been fucking happier. I promised Jocelyn that I had a plan. I wasn't lying, and now I'm ready to execute it.

  I walk into my dad's house. I still have a spare key so there was no need to knock. When I enter, I don't see or hear anyone, but I know he has to be home. He's always home at this time. And when I called his office, I was told he wasn't there. So I decide to walk to his study—slowly, carefully—I don't know why I'm trying to be so quiet. Once I walk down the hall toward his door, I see that sure enough, the light is on. I hear him fishing a conversation on the phone and I wait until he ends the call. I don't want to interrupt. I need his undivided attention. Now's my chance. I take a deep breath, turn the knob, push the door, and enter my father's study. The room is filled with swirls of blue smoke, and I can see a cigar smoldering on his desk, smoke curling around it's tip in lazy half circles. Since when did he pick up smoking again? As a kid, I remember he'd smoke cigars in his study, sipping a glass of scotch. His study was always off limits. That was his personal, private zone and everyone knew better than to breach it. But I thought the smoking ended years ago. He must be stressed. It was always a nervous habit of his.

  These days, it seems as if he's always here, networking and either buried in email, or nose-deep in a self-help book. He's throwing everything he's got into this campaign and he seems tired. The bags under his eyes give it away. He looks up at me, momentarily annoyed that I've broken his concentration.

  "What is it?" he asks.

  "I need to talk to you."

  "Lance, can't this wait? I'm in the middle of an important project."

  "What's new? You're always busy. The mockery of your entire campaign is that family has never come first for you. Please tell me that irony isn't lost on you?" I say.

  "If you were planning on telling me how awful of a father I've been to you over the course of your life, spare me the sob story."

  "Look, this can't wait. It's urgent."

  The word 'urgent' catches him by surprise. I now have his full attention, so I take my hands out of my pockets and sit down, and I steady my nerves and continue, "I have a confession."

  "Go on," Michael says slowly.

  "It's about Jocelyn… and the baby."

  I watch as Michael sits up in his chair, his body erect. The muscles around his mouth are rigid. His eyes look like broken glass and are hinting at violence, but I continue, "her—and I—we—" I'm stumbling, trying to find the right combination of words.

  "You can't be serious," he says, cutting me off.

  "I love her."

  "You don't know the first thing about love," he growls. "You've dipped your dick into anything with two legs and tits. Who are you kidding?"

  "You're one to talk—sitting in this house married to a woman you never loved. What kind of marriage is that? It's one of the greatest charades I've ever seen."

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nbsp; "You have no idea the sacrifices I've had to make. Not just for me. For this city. And for you."

  I understand more than you think, and Jocelyn's pregnancy—well, that baby is mine, and I plan on being more of a father than you've ever been."

  Michael slams his fist down on his desk, flashing his teeth at me. "You ungrateful little prick! I invite you into my house; I feed you, I give you a place to live, I give you work, I introduce you to my network—some of the most influential people in the world—even after you nearly cause WW III with the president's daughter, and this is the thanks I get? You have some real nerve."

  "I didn't mean for any of this happen. I swear it on my mother's grave."

  "Ha! You should watch what you say. Do you take me for a fool Lance?"

  "No, I don't. You're too manipulative for a fool. Even I know that. Let's face it, we're all pawns in your master plans."

  “You’re all too stupid to even be pawns,” he snarls at me. I can’t believe there are times when I alternate between thinking of him as Dad instead of just Michael. “You’re all a weight on my feet, dragging me down.”

  “You’re the only weight on yourself, Dad,” I say, raising my voice. My blood is pumping. “Maybe if you were more open and honest people would help you more.”

  Michael bows his head and rubs his hands against his temples. His body language changes, and he seems resigned. "It's a tough pill to swallow when the world isn't willing to accept you—perhaps can't accept you, or isn't ready to. Do you think it's easy to live a lie? To wake up every day and don a series of masks? No, of course you don't. You've never had an ounce of real responsibility and sacrifice in your life. You don't know the meaning of it."

  "I do now," I say, and when it comes out of my mouth, I mean it. "I have a family to take care of."

  "I may not have been in love with Jocelyn, but I was good to her. I hope you understand that. I tried. I really did, but then I met Kenneth, and with him, I slowly felt my masks come off."