The Billionaire Bull

by Romi Hart

  “Ohhh my God…” I sigh as he puts his fervid, ravenous mouth all over my ass, kissing the flesh and grabbing my cheeks with his strong hands. “Kiss me there…yeah…oh God…”

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says softly as he puts his hot mouth right over the back of my panties while rubbing my back.

  “Yes…keep talking to me…”

  “I want you…I’ve never wanted anyone so bad…”

  “How excited are you?” I say with a naughty smile.

  “You tell me,” he says, slowly stabbing the space in between my thighs with his big…very big…erect cock.

  “Ohhhh my God!” I scream out, forgetting all manners. The feeling of his manhood grazing my ass, barely rubbing against my aching womanhood, takes my breath away.

  “You want to see it?”

  “Yes…”

  “Say it.”

  “I w-want to see your…cock…” I feel a chill as I say the word, so naughty, so raw and primal.

  I moan softly, lowering my head in horny shame. He’s already too much man for me. He kisses my ass from cheek to cheek as he slowly…slowly…pulls my panties down, exposing everything to him.

  I sigh loudly, barely able to control my quivering voice. I’m so fucking wet and he hasn’t even started making love to me yet.

  He pulls back up into a kneeling position. I excitedly turn over and spread for him. I spread my legs just so he can see my hairy triangle—untouched, pure for him.

  He looks down at me and smiles. He takes great joy in taking his designer shirt off, exposing his big pecks and tight abs—a perfect physical specimen. Seeing his shirtless body makes me gulp. I can barely wait to suck on his nipples, to rub his perfectly chiseled muscles…

  I erupt into shy little giggles when he looks at me in that sexy gaze while unfastening his pants. My body is so hot for him…I can barely sit still…

  He steps out of his pants, leaving his gorgeously sculpted body in just his dark underwear. Barely, oh, just barely hiding his growing penis behind a thin polyester layer.

  “L-Lemme see it…” I mutter, already out of breath, already just a few strokes away from an orgasm.

  “All for you,” he says, pulling his drawers down slowly…reveling in the anticipation. My jaw drops in virginal triumph as he shows me just a small streak of pubic hair.

  I nervously chuckle, glancing around…right before he whips out his big, fucking huge, giant dick.

  “Oh my God…” I say, leaning backwards in loving, fearful respect of that massive boner. He scoots closer to me, aching for me to touch his cock.

  “It’s finally happening,” I said.

  “Shhh…just concentrate on the feeling.”

  “Mmmm-hmm!” I cry out, flinching and feeling my heart pound away. I stare at his erect penis and my blood is almost cold upon seeing it. The head is circumcised and he has to measure at least ten inches long. I feel hot in the head and all of my insides flutter.

  “Lie down,” he says in a commanding yet tender voice.

  “Uh huh…” I exhale back to him.

  I pull him in close as he lay on top of me, resting his dick on my pubic bone. We kiss again, soft, lingering, so wet and humid.

  “I’m going to make to love to you now,” he whispers softly in my ear.

  “Yes…yes…” I gasp back, as brain-fried as a zombie, but feeling orgasmically numb from every single pore. He grabs my breasts as he pushes himself forward, looking for my tight opening.

  “Mmmmmm…” I mutter as I feel his warmth enter me. Ohhhh God, he’s so big. I can barely make a sound as he pushes himself in just an inch further.

  I can feel my cherry pop with a slight tingling, a barely painful little tear…

  He takes it very slow, very gentle as he pushes himself against me, just a little bit more of an inch as I’m ready to take it.

  “Tell me if it hurts.”

  “Okay…”

  I tense up and groan as more of his huge cock enters my tight wet hole for the first time. The first time I’ve ever been penetrated. I feel a different tingling around my vaginal wall, a very different feeling from a clitoral orgasm. A swelling, an urgency that I can barely push back.

  “Ohhh God…Stop.”

  “What’s wrong?” he says pulling back slowly.

  “Too much…too much…”

  I felt a strange combination of orgasm and extreme pain, topped with anxiety. I didn’t know how else to describe it but to say STOP.

  He listens and holds me in his arms as I slow down my breathing.

  “We can try again.”

  “Okay…but I’m a little nervous.”

  “Just lie back,” he says with a smile. “Trust me.”

  I nod, as he kisses his way from my face down to my breasts and belly button…and then to my trimmed pussy hair. He lingers there, rubbing his nose in it, right before going down and finding my clit.

  My eyes open up and I smile in agony as he begins tonguing my sensitive clit. The little spot is accustomed to vibrators but not such smooth, unrelenting lips and that fiery tongue. He drags his tongue up and along my pussy lips, his steaming breath warming and moistening my intimacy. The feeling is so intense I wrap my legs around his back, barely able to contain myself. My wetness only increases and I shut my eyes in embarrassment. But he only seems to like it.

  I moan softly as I watch him putting a finger inside my pussy and gently exploring the tight opening.

  “Yes…that feels good.”

  He explores with his finger just as his tongue circles my throbbing clit. He grabs my thighs and pushes himself closer, deeper into my pussy.

  “I’m bleeding, aren’t I?”

  “Relax…just surrender to the feeling,” he says right before going back to my swelling clit.

  “Yes…yes…it feels so good.”

  “Focus on how wonderful it feels. Trust me…” he says, right before putting his wet finger on my clit and rubbing it even faster.

  “Ohhh God!”

  “Shhhh…just surrender to me. Embrace the unknown.”

  “Yesss!” I grunt back, as he begins licking my wet cunt, tasting everything dirty and sinful inside of me. My pussy gets so wet, now feeling pressure from both points. His breath falls all over my lips, even while his fingers so masterfully stroke my clit with a circular rhythm.

  “Aahhhh…Ohhhh Zander…”

  He takes his second hand and pulls back the hood of my clit just so I can feel even more clitoral torture. I tense up and my pussy juices trickle down into his hungry mouth.

  “Yesss, oh Zander…ohhhh, you’re eating me so good…so good…”

  “Mmmm,” he hums, loving the taste of my pussy so much he seems to be rocking back and forth in preorgasmic bliss. He pulls his fingers out and greedily storms my clitoris again, tugging at it with his lips and sucking it in. He grabs my tits and squeezes my nipples at the same time, causing me to shudder. My pussy throbbing, my wetness embarrassingly flooding the bed, I feel my pussy hole expand.

  “Now,” he whispers, as he grabs his fully erect cock and guides it to my slit.

  “Yes! Fuck me!” I sing out as he crawls into position. He pushes into me again and this time, the pain is gone. It still tingles, still feels a bit irritating to the skin, but this time I can take him. I’m so wet and widened, fully excited, that I easily accommodate his full girth.

  I muffle my load groan as he pushes more inches inside of what he probably knows is the tightest cunt he’s ever been in before. He begins slowly increasing the strokes. He’s not completely inside but damn well getting there. He’s so deep, so throbbing—god, I can feel his pulse through his rock-hard erection, I can literally feel his blood rushing as he thrusts into me so tenderly.

  “Yeah…ohh yeah, that feels good…”

  “I’m going to go faster now,” he warns me softly. “If it hurts, you tell me.”

  “It won’t hurt…I want to feel you…hard…deep…”

  I cry out as I stare i
nto his gazing eyes. He thrusts into me with his hard cock, finally getting a rhythm going that I can take. Each stroke in feels long and teasing, stimulating my whole body. When he pulls out my pussy contracts, wanting more, begging for him to come back.

  He penetrates me again, this time taking my wrists with his hands and holding them above my head.

  “Yes! Ffffuck…fffffuck me!” I grunt, losing myself in the moment. I forget who I am and how ladylike I should act, when in the throes of impending orgasm. The new feeling of a big, giant dick filling my pussy up leaves my mind in a fog. I am only pure emotion, pure energy, desiring release. The release of this built-up tension. I begin panting as I feel my first vaginal orgasm coming on. The nerve endings near the front are over-stimulated from his huge cock head as well as his balls smacking against my swollen lips.

  My whole body starts to shake back and forth and I feel the orgasm being wrenched out of me. He senses my resistance and starts hard-pounding me at an even faster pace. I spread my legs farther apart so he can fill my cunt up with even more manhood.

  “YES! Fuck me! Fuck me, please!”

  My tightening pussy lips are too much for him! He sits up and breaks the pose…but his cock is so huge he’s still deep inside of me, even when he pulls out halfway.

  “Ohhhhh!” I say with a smile. “Uh-uh. You’re not going to stop now. Keep fucking me. I don’t care where you come.”

  He blinks at me and inhales, right before hard-fucking me a second time, this time seated on his knees. The position allows him to free his hands and so he takes vicious advantage of this—grabbing my tits and holding on tight while he fucks me hard again.

  “Aaah-aaah!” I scream, out-powered by his hard thrusting. “Yes! Don’t stop!”

  He grabs my nipples with his fingers and squeezes down, matching the tempo of his thrusts.

  “Yes! Squeeze my tits! Keep going!”

  He’s thrusting hard, slowly…erratically. I eye him wickedly, realizing my stallion of a man is having a hard time keeping up his thrusting in a pussy this tight and virginal. Just as I realize he’s resisting a big drop, I decide to make it even more difficult for him. I start caressing his body with my silky wet fingers—his abs, his belly button, and that sensitive little spot just underneath his belly where he’s so soft.

  I smile at him and enjoy trying to break his concentration. I hold my breasts together and start bouncing harder, matching his thrusts.

  “Ohhh God,” he grunts, staring down at me with wild eyes. “I can’t resist you. You’re so beautiful…so…”

  “Uh huh?” I say, putting my hands over my head just so he can enjoy another view of my jiggling breasts.

  “I can’t…”

  He shakes his head in frustration and starts thrusting shallow, faster strokes instead of going deep. The feeling is intense and makes me holler in spine-tingling surrender.

  “YES! YES! Ohhhh, you’re making me cum!” I scream out, feeling my pelvis shaking and my body writhe in every direction at the same time.

  “Let it out, let it out…” he says, thinking he’s dirty-talking me, when in fact he’s only making it harder on himself! He’s trying so hard to “stay hard”, he’s just barely a few wet strokes away from a monstrous spurt himself.

  “Ohhhhhh!” I scream looking deep into his eyes and letting him know I’m creaming his cock with all the juice I have left.

  The deluge is too much for him to take. I feel his shaft tighten and begin to spasm. It’s all he has left in him to pull out of me, cock in hand, and to aim it at the first acceptable cum location he can reach. He stares at my spasming body and shoves his prick head to my belly button.

  “Ohhh fuck!” I scream, cumming hard right as I see him baste me with his sperm. “Ohhh, let me see! Let me see!”

  I make myself look—I want to see his semen drench my belly. I watch him spurt just as I finish orgasming, the excitement of his cumshot eliciting ever louder screams and bed-rocking.

  I chant mindlessly, thoroughly fucked and recovering from orgasm. I rub his semen all over my belly, scandalized at the filth, mesmerized by how earthy real romantic sex can be.

  I stare at his cum as it drips down my belly. I also take pleasure in watching his massive manhood go soft and decrease in size to something closer to normal. His penis is so beautiful. It glistens from all my wetness.

  He exhales hard, deliberately, staring straight into my bed sheet.

  I laugh…but he only half-smiles back.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I came too soon,” he says, a little proudly, a little wounded. “You were just so…”

  “What?”

  “So tight…amazingly good. The best I’ve ever felt.”

  “And you couldn’t hold out?”

  “Give me just a few minutes. I’ll be twice as hard for twice as long,” he says in warning. “You just caught me off guard.”

  “You came at just the right time!” I reply. “I don’t want you to make me orgasm for an hour straight! I need to take a break some.”

  “Come here,” he says, wrapping me up in his arms and lying with me on the bed. “This is your punishment for being so good,” he says as he runs his fingers through my hair.

  I smile and then kiss his lips.

  “What did it feel like?” he says.

  “Really good…tight, intense…really easy-going the second penetration. Just a little sore. But in a good way.”

  “You were spectacular,” he says, still fawning over my after-sex face, the love hormones all around, swishing through our bodies.

  “You’re much more…romantic than I thought you would be,” I admit.

  “Why wouldn’t I be? Did you think I sacrifice the blood of virgins or something?”

  “I don’t know,” I say with a giggle. “You’re just really sweet, so gentle and affectionate with your lips, your hands, your eyes…I just didn’t expect it. I thought you’d be more…”

  “What?”

  “I don’t know. Just something less than you were. You never cease to amaze me, Mister Troy.”

  “You never cease to amaze me,” he corrects me, giving me another dreamy kiss.

  “I guess I always figured sex was dirty, you know?”

  “Why so?”

  “I don’t know. Guilt…or maybe just the fact that it’s really fun to lose control and just swear and scream. I never understood why people thought sex would be so…romantic. What’s so romantic about banging each other and screaming for mercy?”

  “Sex isn’t romantic,” he says, touching my face and demanding my attention. “Sex is biological. It’s instinctive. But making love is romantic. Because it’s about the bond that exists between lovers. The slow moments, the confessions…the afterglow and the conversation…”

  He caresses my naked breasts, enjoying the sensation of my bare nipple in between his fingers. “The way the man describes the aesthetic beauty of your nude body. Like a statue, like a perfect painting of womanhood. Every inch of you is a work of art. Every sigh you make upon my neck is a musical score. And of course, the romantic feeling that comes when he caresses your face and kisses you…”

  He kisses me and holds his gaze.

  “Letting you know this was a memory you’ll never forget. This was something real.”

  He kisses me again and cracks a smile. “See? It’s all about the interpretation. Romance is alive and well wherever you find it.”

  I smile back at him and notice his cock is hard for round two. That was quick!

  “Wow. Already feeling more romantic, I see.”

  “What can I say? You do amazing things to my body.”

  “But now I’m feeling shy,” I say with a blush across my face. “We’re both just naked and…”

  “I’ll show you what to do.”

  “Okay…”

  “Get up and sit on top of me.”

  I grin as he gets into position and sits up, eagerly awaiting me to straddle him.

  “Okay…h
ow do I do this?”

  “Sit with your knees spread across my lap. But as you lean forward and lower yourself down, guide yourself on carefully…”

  “Okay…”

  “Tell me how it feels,” he says as I feel his cock enter me a second time, this time from a brand new angle and subtle new sensation.

  “Ohhh I like that,” I say, shutting my eyes and concentrating on the feeling of getting filled up, with no inches to breathe. “You’re so big…”

  “Doesn’t that feel good?” he asks, putting his hands on my hips. His strong hands help me to balance as I slowly ride him back and forth.

  “Yes…” I whisper, loving the sensation of his penis slipping in and out, growing harder and thicker even while I feel it penetrating me deeper. “Yes…it feels really good.”

  “Now when you’re ready, ride just a little bit faster. Lift your whole pelvis and then bear back down, straddling instead of rocking. Don’t worry about breaking my dick…rarely ever happens.” He sends me a naughty grin.

  “Okay…” I say, riding his cock harder, feeling the deep push of his bulging head running against my upper wall. The vibrations let me indirectly stimulate my G-spot, giving me an all new contracting sensation. “Oh yeah…I feel it…”

  My smile turns into a frown as I feel a powerful wave of orgasm come over my lower half. “Ohhh, here it comes…”

  “Keep going, keep the rhythm up,” he says, as he lowers his hand.

  “Oooohhh…” I moan, completely immersed in the experience of my G-spot slowly, achingly, starting to swell. Just as I start to take back control…he plays my body like an orchestra conductor, taking his finger to my exposed clit and rubbing it in sync with my movements.

  “Ohhh wow…oh, that feels so good!”

  “Keep riding that cock. Use your pelvis, rotate it. Put your leg muscles into it.”

  “Shut up,” I say with a laugh. “This is…oh my god…this is too much.”

  “You can do it. I’m holding you. It’ll be okay.”

  He continues fingering my clit while I ride him harder. Even the way he rests his palm on my pubic bone, right along the extra-sensitive area of my pussy hair.