Big Bad Billionaires

by Naughty Aphrodite

  “I need to go get the water?” Leona repeated incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve just spent all day working like a goddamn farmhand. I am not going to get water.”

  “Well, I guess you won’t shower in that case,” George replied, the soft smile he’d had since he came to fetch her at the construction suddenly vanishing.

  “What? Are you kidding me? This is outrageous!” Leona shouted, standing nose to nose with him. “Besides,” she waved her arms, “the water will be freezing! I don’t take cold showers. I’m not a Neanderthal!”

  “No,” George agreed, his face inches from hers, “you’re a self-centered, spoiled, American brat who has no idea about the real world!” he shouted back.

  “At least I’m not a self-righteous, sarcastic asshole!” Leona countered, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling their bodies flush against each other. “Ever since I got here, you’ve been—mmf!”

  She didn’t get to finish because George had kissed her, his hands buried in her tangled hair. Leona’s surprise was quickly swallowed by pleasure as his tongue explored her mouth, his lips soft but insistent. Wrapping one hand in her hair, he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his warm mouth. As he trailed hot kisses along her jaw, his other hand snaked around her waist and cupped her ass, raising her onto her tiptoes so that he could reach her neck more easily. Leona wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. When his mouth reversed direction and he ran his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw, she moaned out loud.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, letting go her hair to cover her mouth with his hand. “These huts aren’t very soundproof.” Then he removed his hand and brought her back into a deep kiss. His strong fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her ass as he kissed her, making her pussy tingle and drip. “God, I’ve wanted to get my hands on your ass since you got off that plane,” he murmured, his hot breath sending goose bumps along her skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Despite being a spoiled brat?” she countered, gasping as he nipped the sensitive skin of her throat.

  “Yep,” he replied, lifting her onto his hips and bringing one hand up to cup her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and she gasped again at the sudden sensation. “And that’s saying something,” he finished.

  “Asshole,” she muttered, but she smiled as she kissed the muscular column of his throat, her fingers raking through his short curls.

  Chuckling, George carried Leona to the bed, briefly letting go of her to tie the mosquito net out of their way. Turning back to her, he made quick work of her outfit, leaving the dirty, sweaty clothes in a pile on the floor. Licking his lips, he knelt between her legs and ran his tongue in a cool, wet line from her breastbone to her pussy, making her moan and clutch at his hair.

  Slowly working his way back up to her breasts, he took one in each of his hands, his large palms enclosing them easily, despite their size. Lifting them up one by one, he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to their delicate underside, nipping the skin here and there and making her whimper. Teasing one nipple between his fingers, he licked the other with the flat of his tongue, the rough surface sending a shiver of pleasure through Leona. She arched her back, wanting more, wanting him to take her tits into his mouth. He obliged.

  First one and then the other, he sucked and licked her sensitive breasts until her nipples were hard and glistening, and Leona was writhing underneath him. She could feel the pressure mounting behind her clit, even though he was nowhere near her pussy. Rapidly, he flicked one nipple with his tongue, as if it were her clit, while one hand roughly massaged her other breast, his fingers firm on her ample flesh. “Come for me,” he growled and sucked hard on her nipple.

  Leona gasped and bucked her hips as pleasure overtook her and she came, surprising herself. She’d never come from someone just playing with her tits before. Keeping his hands on her, George straightened so that he could enjoy the show. He could feel his erection strain against his shorts as he watched her breasts bounce and the smooth planes of her stomach strain as she came, her head thrown back in pleasure.

  As her orgasm faded, he flipped her onto her knees, kneeling on the ground behind her and gripping her ass firmly in both hands. Spreading her cheeks, he tenderly licked the juices from her dripping folds. Leona shuddered and moaned at the pressure on her still sensitive pussy. Then, unable to keep himself off her any longer, George buried his face in her ass, licking her pussy, her taint, and the tight circle of her asshole, and sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her.

  Leona groaned, biting down on the blankets to keep quiet as she felt his rough, wet tongue work its way along her most sensitive skin, exploring every dip and fold of her pussy and fluttering rapidly against her anus, setting the nerves on fire. She grabbed frantically at the sheets as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her. Almost of their own accord, her hips thrust against his mouth, desperate for penetration.

  Still licking her ass, George obliged, sliding two long fingers deep into her eager pussy. Greedily, her body pumped along their length even as he thrust them deeper into her. Leona groaned at the feeling of his knuckles rubbing her g-spot over and over again. Without warning, George slapped her ass and the sensation was too much for her. Her walls tightened around his fingers as, screaming into the blankets, she felt another orgasm build. “Again!” came her muffled shout and George kept slapping her, sitting up so that he could watch his fingers disappear into her as she desperately drove herself against them, her ass jiggling under his hand as her orgasm overtook her.

  Finally, George couldn’t take it anymore and, with his free hand, he pulled a condom from his back pocket and stuck it in his mouth as undid his shorts and pushed them to the ground. Tearing open the package, he rolled it onto his throbbing erection, all while Leona’s orgasm raged on. Without warning, he withdrew his fingers and, before she could do more than gasp, sheathed his entire cock deep in her slick, spasming pussy.

  “Oh fuck,” she screamed into the blankets as her walls adjusted to the change in size. George groaned at how tight she was, her orgasm making her walls clench around him. Grabbing her ass in both hands again, he pulled her down hard on his dick, and she moaned in response. As her orgasm began to fade, he pumped hard and fast, desperate to get himself off after watching her come. The pressure mounted and he gasped as her pussy massaged the head of his cock, pleasure shuddering through his entire body.

  Leona moaned in appreciation. His enormous cock filled her completely and stimulated places that his fingers hadn’t been able to reach. The sound of her ass smacking his toned stomach turned her on and she rocked against him, adding to the force of his already powerful thrusts. As his rhythm grew faster, he leaned forward, one hand grabbing her shoulder to hold her in place as he fucked her, the other reaching around to fondle her breasts, his fingers massaging her sensitive tits and adding to her pleasure.

  “Oh God,” Leona gasped, unable to believe it as she felt herself teetering on the brink of a third orgasm. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! God, harder!”

  George groaned to hear her swearing and frantically drilled into her, his body slapping against her ass, his balls hitting her clit. Suddenly, Leona screamed again, burying her face in the bed as she came for the third time. The feeling of her pussy clenching around his hypersensitive cock was too much for George and, with a muffled groan, he buried himself as deep in Leona as he could as his orgasm exploded through him.

  “Fuck,” Leona whispered, gasping for air.

  “I’m pretty sure the whole village heard that,” said George and he smiled at her.

  “Stay with me?” she asked softly.

  George nodded and tossed away the rest of his clothes, wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.

  Chapter 3

  The next day Leona woke up to the sound of a large car rumbling past her hut, honking as it went. With a groan, she rolled over, reaching for George – only to find her
self alone in bed. Frowning, she sat up, scanning the hut for signs of life. No, she was very definitely alone. Feeling put out, Leona got out of bed and, shuddering, pulled on her dirty clothes from the day before. But she still hadn’t showered and these were the only clothes she’d brought that she didn’t mind ruining in the mud.

  Splashing her face with a handful of her drinking water, she headed up to the construction site, wondering where on earth George had disappeared to. As she approached the school, she saw that the car she’d heard was actually a mud-splattered jeep, which was now parked by the bags of concrete. Next to it, she was horrified to see, stood Marco, looking crisp and clean in a red polo shirt and dark linen shorts. God, thought Leona, and here I am looking like I’ve just been dragged through a gutter – and smelling like it too, I’m sure. For a moment, all thoughts of George were chased from her mind.

  Leona’s steps faltered. Busy talking with some of the villagers, Marco hadn’t spotted her yet. She was caught between the desire to see him and the desire to run and hide. As she watched, something one of the villagers said made Marco laugh and he threw his head back, grinning. Watching him carry on like that, so laid back and carefree when he had made her suffer, filled Leona with rage. She wanted to smack him. Instead, she rolled her shoulders back, lifted her chin, and strode into the work site like a queen, keeping her eyes purposefully fixed on the children who were already at work. So he wanted to humiliate her? Well, he would need to try harder than this!

  “Lion lady!” Loli shouted, balancing her bucket on one hip and waving at Leona. “You gonna work with us today?”

  “Of course, Loli,” Leona smiled. “What are we doing today? Wait. Don’t tell me — let me guess.”

  Loli slapped a hand over her mouth to signify her silence. While she didn’t let anything slip, her giant smile snuck out from behind her fingers.

  “Are we building the roof?” Leona asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

  Loli shook her head vigorously and the other children who had gathered around shouted, “No! Guess again!”

  “Hmmm,” Leona pretended to think. “What about the windows? Are we putting in the windows today?”

  “Noooo!” The children shrieked with laughter.

  Leona sighed, faking disappointment. “This is tricky,” she said. “Let me think…”

  His attention caught by the children’s shouts, Marco recognized Leona and was shocked to find that she was the source of the children’s glee. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising: the fact that she was playing with the children or the fact that she had left the house looking so filthy. As he approached, he heard Leona say, “I know! I’ve got it!”

  The children leaned in expectantly.

  “Are we…” she paused for emphasis, “carrying dirt?”

  “YES!” shouted Loli and her friends before collapsing into giggles.

  “We’re always carrying dirt, lion lady,” said Buba, the serious boy who’d questioned Leona’s strength yesterday. “I told you it wasn’t that hard!”

  “And you were right, Buba,” said Leona, letting him take her hand and lead her to the buckets.

  “Leona!” Marco called, causing her and the children to pause. “Hey, sorry, could I borrow you for a second? Sorry, I was gone yesterday.”

  Leona shrugged. “You were busy,” she said, turning away from him. “And I’ve got work to do. We can talk tonight if you want. Though,” Leona looked back at Marco over her shoulder, “Have you seen George?”

  “He had to go to the next town for supplies,” said Marco, a little put out that she wasn’t more excited to see him.

  “Oh, okay,” Leona said. “Well, see you tonight.” And, with that, she disappeared into the insistent gaggle of children, leaving Marco on his own.

  Marco was dumbfounded. What had happened to the bitchy, spoiled Leona he’d known in New York? That Leona would never have allowed dirty children to touch her – let alone bother to make them laugh. Nor would she ever have passed up a chance to be alone with him.

  As the day went on, Marco found himself more and more impressed by Leona. Even though she was clearly out of her element, she didn’t complain. She worked hard with the children and never missed a chance to make them laugh – even it meant making herself look silly. By the time the end of the day rolled around, Marco was starting to feel guilty for abandoning her here like he had. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he’d thought.

  “Leona,” he called, coming up next to her and the children. “Work’s over for the day.”

  “Great,” said Leona, straightening, but showing no signs of wanting to talk to him.

  “I was, uh, thinking,” Marco said quickly when it looked like she was about to go off with the kids, “that maybe you’d like to drive into the nearby town with me?”

  Leona raised her eyebrows but stopped walking away.

  “There’s a pretty decent hotel there. They have hot water and room service. I owe you a nice dinner and a good night’s sleep, I think,” Marco continued.

  “Yeah, I’d say you do,” said Leona, hiding her excitement at the idea of a real shower – and a night alone with Marco. “Just let me get a change of clothes.”

  “Okay,” said Marco. “Meet you back here?”

  Leona nodded, then paused and turned back to Marco. “Is George back yet?” she asked.

  Marco shook his head. “He won’t be back until tomorrow morning,” he said. Why’s she so hung up about George, anyway? Marco wondered.

  “Right,” said Leona, heading for her hut.

  The hotel was nothing fancy by Leona’s usual standards, but it was clean and quaint. Its stucco walls were painted in a bright, colorful style and accented by the dark woodwork and large ferns in hanging planters. Upstairs, her room looked out onto an inner courtyard filled with tropical trees and a tinkling fountain. White linen curtains blew in the faint breeze.

  “This is basically heaven,” said Leona as she turned the bronze taps of the shower and felt the water warming up. “I cannot wait to get into this water.”

  Marco laughed, watching her. “I want to apologize, Leona,” he said.

  Leona looked at him through the open bathroom door. “Oh?” she replied archly.

  “I shouldn’t have let you arrive alone and without an explanation. That was mean.”

  “Yes,” Leona agreed, “it was.” She paused, looking at the shower then back at Marco. “But I understand why you did it,” she said at last. “I deserved a good shock to the system. And I… I’ve had fun, despite myself.”

  Marco smiled, coming towards her. “You’re pretty good with kids,” he said.

  “Right?” Leona agreed. “No one’s more surprised than I am, let me tell…you…” her words drifted as Marco gently pushed her sweaty hair off her forehead. Leona looked up at his dark eyes and felt her breath catch in her throat.

  “You know,” Marco said with a half-smile, “even when covered in dirt and smelling like you just ran a marathon, you’re still one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen, Leona.”

  Leona made a noise between a giggle and a moan. “Don’t remind me. I know I haven’t showered in two days.”

  Marco laughed, playing with the hem of her T-shirt. “Can I make it up to you?” he asked, his voice husky as he brushed his lips across her cheek.

  Leona swallowed. “Yes,” she whispered. Half of her wanted to throw herself onto his beautiful body and the other half wanted to collapse laughing – after all her attempts, now Marco wanted her? Now that she looked and smelled like a hangover bum? God, the irony.

  “Thank you,” he said, pulling her T-shirt over her head. He made quick work of her clothes, gently leading her naked into the shower. While she stood under the steaming water, her eyes closed in ecstasy, Marco hurriedly stripped off his own outfit. Joining her in the shower, he lathered the soap between his hands as he eyed the sensuous curves of her body. Turning her around, so that she faced the showerhead, he reached around her, cupping her breasts in h
is soapy hands. As his hands made slow circles on her sweaty skin, he kissed her shoulders, delicately nibbling her skin from time to time.

  Leona sighed, leaning back against him. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back, but Marco seemed unconcerned. Slowly, methodically, he washed the grime from her tired skin. One by one, he raised her arms, massaging her sore muscles as he cleaned her, kissing the soft skin of her underarm and sending shivers through her body. Never before had a lover made her feel so safe and Leona gladly submitted her aching body to his soft care.

  When her front was well and truly clean – and if her breasts were slightly cleaner than the rest, Leona wasn’t complaining – Marco gently guided her off him, leaning her against the tiled wall so that he could massage her back as he rubbed the citrus-scented soap into her aching muscles. As his strong fingers worked out her knots, Leona groaned out loud, feeling her whole body loosen.

  “God, that feels amazing,” she murmured.

  Marco smiled. “The best is yet to come. At least, I hope,” he said with a laugh. Leona shivered in anticipation.