by Maggie Way
My eyes drifted from his face to his chest to his stomach to his cock. I was certainly no judge of size, but his cock looked huge. It was long and straight and thick, and the head was round and dark and shiny.
I couldn’t wait to do everything that I’d seen in my dirty movies. I wanted his cock in my hands and in my mouth and between my tits and in my pussy.
And maybe someday, in my ass. I still wasn’t sold on that one yet. The girls in the pornos made it look like fun, but to me it looked really, really painful.
I’d be willing to try it with Cameron, though. Some day. Maybe.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” I sighed.
“I’m going to start by licking your beautiful clit,” Cameron said, getting to his knees at the foot of the bed. He started massaging my thighs. Little bolts of electricity shot up my legs. My hands instinctively went to my tits. I cupped them in my palms and tweaked my nipples with my thumbs and fingers.
I felt the hot juices flowing from my pussy as Cameron’s fingers worked into the flesh of my thighs. The juice streamed from my pussy, down my taint and into my asshole.
“Then what?” I asked. My breath was heavy. My tits rose and fell in my hands.
Cameron’s hands moved closer to my cunt until his thumbs were a hair away from my pussy lips. His fingers played with the red curls above my clit.
“Then I’m going to lick your pink lips and push my tongue deep inside you. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you shoot cum into my mouth and down my throat. I’m going to lap up your juices and drink them like wine.”
“Oh… god… yes…” I said with a sigh. I bent my knees and spread my legs as wide as they would go. I squeezed my nipples until they swelled and beckoned him with my eyes. “Please… now… Cameron, my darling… drink my wine…”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cameron
I felt Alex’s body tremble as I slowly slid my thumbs toward her clit. When my thumbs touched the hood, a shudder rumbled through her and she sucked in a quick breath. I watched the juices gush from a pussy. She’d nearly orgasmed and all I did was touch her clit. I smiled. She had no idea the pleasures she was about to endure.
I dipped my thumbs into her pussy to lubricate them, then pressed her clit between my thumbs and slowly massaged the length of it. Like a little cock, it grew longer at my touch.
Alex moaned. She was kneading her tits and pinching her nipples until they turned crimson. Nipple clamps. I wish we had nipple clamps. My teeth would have to do for now.
I lowered my lips to her pussy and planted little kisses across the lips. I inhaled her tangy scent. I flicked the tip of my tongue at her entrance. She jumped a little and lifted her ass off the bed. I braced my palms under her ass and lifted her pussy to meet my lips.
I probed her hot opening with my tongue. The juices flowed like a warm stream as I stiffened my tongue and pushed it inside her. She moaned again and sucked in another breath.
I used my fingers to hold open her pussy lips and licked her like a hot ice cream cone. I licked her pussy until she was moaning in ecstasy.
She was close to cumming again. I let my tongue dip to her asshole. I swirled my tongue around, then trailed it back to her pussy and drove it back inside.
I held her ass up and buried my mouth in her cunt. I tongue-fucked her until I felt her muscles tense and she sighed my name.
She pressed her cunt to my lips as she came, washing her juices over my face and tongue like a wave crashing into the beach. I felt my cock about to burst as I licked her clean and readied for more.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Alex
HOLY SHIT…
Those were the only words that came to mind as I had my first orgasm that hadn’t come from my own hand. I pushed my pussy against Cameron’s lips and squeezed my nipples as I felt the orgasm coming. It was like a force I’d never felt before, so much more intense than orgasms I’d given myself.
The orgasm seemed to last for hours. Cameron’s fingers dug into my ass as he licked and sucked and flicked his tongue into my pussy. When he ramrodded his entire tongue into my pussy, I couldn’t hold back. I released the breath I’d been holding and gushed my juices into his mouth and onto his face.
After a moment, I opened my eyes to see Cameron smiling up at me with his mouth on my clit. I held out my hands and wiggled my fingers at him. “I want to play,” I said. “Please, teach me how to suck your cock.”
“With pleasure,” he said, getting to his knees. He moved forward until he was straddling my tits with his cock directed toward my lips. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it. I nearly came again when I saw the drops of juice seeping from the tiny slit at the tip of his cock.
“Lean forward and kiss it,” Cameron said. I reached around and grabbed on to his ass and pulled myself toward him. I planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock.
“Now,” he said, his voice a whisper. “Open your lips and slide it into your mouth. Watch the teeth.”
I parted my lips and slid the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it like a hard candy. I flicked my tongue along the underside of the head like I’d seen the girls in the dirty movies do.
“Suck it, take it in, a little at a time,” Cameron said, breathing harder now.
I opened my mouth and let an inch of his cock slide in. I clamped my lips around the shaft and started sliding his cock in and out, in and out. I glanced up at Cameron. His eyes were closed, his mouth was hanging open. He was moaning, panting.
I dug my fingers into his ass and pulled his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. I gagged a little, but quickly got into a rhythm of sliding my lips back and forth along the shaft.
I would suck hard and pulled my head back until just the head of his cock was at my lips, then I’d take as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I could feel Cameron’s muscles tensing and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth.
I held my breath and mentally readied myself to swallow every ounce of cum that shot into my mouth. This wasn’t going to be like the dirty movies. I didn’t want him shooting all over my tits. I wanted that first load in my mouth.
At the last moment, he pulled his cock free and moved back down my body until he lowered his head and looked me in the eye. He said, “I’m going to fuck you now, Alex. I’ll go slowly, I’ll try not to hurt you, but I must have my cock in your pussy now.”
“Yes, please, fuck me,” I said, looking deeply into his eyes. “I trust you.”
Mentally, I was more than ready to have my cherry popped. Physically, my body SCREAMED for it. I knew it was going to be painful, but I knew the pleasure would carry me through.
“You’re already hot and wet,” Cameron said. “Let’s get you propped up a little.” He picked up a spare pillow and doubled it over and tucked it beneath my ass so my pussy was angled perfectly for him.
He dipped his fingers into my pussy and lubed his cock with my juices. I swear, I almost came again just watching him stroke his cock. We’d have to have a dual masturbation session later. Maybe I could video it so I could use it when I was alone.
Cameron positioned himself between my legs and guided the head of his cock to my opening. He pushed just enough for the head to slide in. Oh god, what heaven… He braced his hands on the bed beside me and gave me a reassuring smile.
“I’ll go slow,” he said. “Tell me if I need to stop.”
I took a deep breath and dug my top teeth into my lower lip. I put my hands on his arms and closed my eyes.
Cameron pushed in a little, then a little more. It was uncomfortable, the head of his cock pushing against the veil of my cherry, but I knew that true pleasure was just on the other side.
“More,” I said, holding my breath. Cameron slid in another inch. There was pain, but I ignored it. Dammit, I’d waited twenty-four years for this. I was not going to back out now.
“More,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
I look
ed into his eyes and gave him nod. Cameron backed out a little, then pushed hard. The pain of his cock impaling me was excruciating.
Cameron froze. He didn’t slide in or out until I opened my eyes. A tear ran from the corner of my eye. Cameron leaned down to wipe it off with his lips.
“I’m fine,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Cameron. Fuck me for the first time.”
He started slowly sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. I dug my nails into his arms. Slowly, the pain was replaced by a thousand twinges of pleasure. I told him to go faster and the pleasure increased.
Cameron was sliding in and out of me now in steady rhythm. His eyes were clenched shut and he was breathing through his nose like a bull.
Every nerve in my body had connected to my pussy. With each thrust of his cock, Cameron sent shockwaves through me that made my nipples stand on end.
“I’m... cumming…” he said.
The rhythm increased. I watched him cum. Every muscle in his chest and shoulders and arms tensed as he shoved his cock fully into me and filled my cunt with hot, milky cum that I’d been waiting for all my life.
I came at the same time, bucking my pussy to meet his cock, forcing him to impale me fully with every stroke. I screamed his name and begged him to fuck me harder and faster.
The room seemed to pop with electricity as our juices flowed together and Cameron collapsed on top of me. I lay there with tears in my eyes, listening as he struggled to catch his breath.
I’d done that to him, me, little Alexandra Hart from Twin Falls, Idaho.
I’d made a billionaire cum.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again.
We made love again, this time with me on top, riding his cock like a bucking bronco while he squeezed my tits and sucked my nipples. I couldn’t believe how amazing he made me feel. I knew my first time would be memorable (or I hoped it would be), but I had no idea it would be like this.
We lay in bed listening to the rain beating against the window. I had my head on his chest, listening to him breathe. I was exhausted, but too keyed up to sleep. I couldn’t remember every being so content.
“I’ve never known a billionaire before,” I said, my fingers playing with his dark chest hair.
“I’ve never known anyone from Idaho,” he said, kissing my forehead.” He stared at the ceiling and sighed. “It is a night of firsts.”
“In a lot of ways,” I said, rolling over so I could look him in the eye. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything.”
“Monique said you screw all the new employees.” I watched his eyes for a reaction. “Is that true?”
“Not all of them,” he said with a grin. When I didn’t respond, he put his arms around me and pulled me close. “Can I tell you something, Alexandra Hart from Twin Falls, Idaho.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“When I saw you smiling at me in the orientation room, I knew that we would have something special. I can’t explain it, but you make me feel… I don’t know… you make me feel like I want to be a better man.”
Now I smiled. “I do?”
“You do. This is not just sex for me, Alex. This is something much more. I can’t define it yet, but I know this is not just a fling, at least not for me.”
I frowned at him. I certainly wasn’t expecting anything like this. I brushed my lips to his nipple and watched his eyes. “What does that mean?”
He shrugged with his eyes. “I have no idea. I’ve never felt this way. All I know is, I don’t want this to end.”
“You don’t want this night to end? Or… this?”
“Do all Idaho girls ask so many questions?”
“Just the ones who want to know where they stand,” I said.
“Come away with me,” he said suddenly. I blinked at him. “I have to leave town for a few days to close the Baby-Co deal, but when I get back, let’s get out of the city. We can go anywhere you like. London, Paris, the Bahamas, you name it, we can go there. Let’s really get to know one another.”
“Slow down, Mr. Shaw,” I said with a goofy face. “I have a new job, you know. I don’t think I can get time off.”
“I’ll talk to your boss.” He grinned at me. “Why don’t we just talk about it when I return next week.”
“Wonderful,” I said, resting my head on his chest.
I dozed off to sleep.
When I woke up to pee an hour later, he was gone.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cameron
I knew all hell was going to break loose the moment I stepped off the private elevator into my penthouse. It was around three in the morning. I’d just spent the best five hours of my life making love to the most amazing girl I’d ever met; a girl that I couldn’t get off my mind. And now I was going to have to pay for it.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
I heard Monique’s voice coming from the bedroom even before I opened the door. She was in bed, naked, lying on her back with her ankles crossed and the TV remote lying on her flat stomach. There was a bottle of scotch on the nightstand and two glasses. The room had the faint scent of an aftershave that I recognized.
“I’m tired,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed to take off my shoes.
“You look like shit,” she said.
“I got caught in the rain.”
“You got caught in that girl’s pussy,” she said.
I glanced at the scotch glasses. “Looks like you had someone caught in yours, as well.” I stood up and shucked off my suit and tossed it in the corner. “I hope it was Mitchell, because if you brought another guy in here I’m going to have to pretend to be pissed, and I just don’t have the energy.”
“So, it’s all right for you to fuck someone else, but it’s not all right for me,” she said in a hurt voice. Monique was a lousy actress. She played hurt badly.
“You can fuck anyone you want,” I said, sliding into bed next to her. “And so can I. That was our deal. Remember?”
“Well, I’m not sure I like our deal anymore,” she huffed.
“Fine, let’s call it off,” I said with a yawn.
“You can’t be serious?”
I rolled my head sideways on the pillow to look at her. “I am totally serious. Let’s call it off. You and daddy go your way, and I’ll go mine. I think we’ll all be much happier in the long run.”
She stared at me for a moment. She had a look on her face as if she didn’t recognize me. Her eyes slowly widened. “Oh my god, you think you’re in love with this one. Oh my god.”
“What? No, that’s insane.”
“Then why else would you come home from fucking her, talking about calling off our wedding? I have a thousand-people coming in two months to watch us get married and I’ll be damned if I let you ruin that for me.” She jumped off the bed and headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To call my father,” she said, shaking a fist at me. “If I can’t make you control your cock, I’ll bet he can!”
I started to respond, but the weight of her statement pressed on my chest like a ten-ton elephant.
Did she really believe her daddy could control what I did? Did he think he could? Then I realized that yes, he could, if I wanted to take over both our companies.
She was also right about my motives for wanting to call the wedding off. What the hell was I thinking. Alexandra Shaw was just another hot girl I could add to my list. Was I seriously thinking about calling off the wedding and merger with Sebastian Ells because I was enamored of a young girl I barely knew? A girl young enough to be my daughter?
The concept was simply insane.
So why couldn’t I get Alex off my mind.
When I closed my eyes, I saw her lying there, arms outstretched, beckoning me to her again and again and again.
Fuck.
What was going on???
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alex
When I told Vee that I had slept wi
th Cameron Shaw on Friday night, she nearly choked on the raisin bagel we were sharing on the subway ride to work on Monday morning.
“No fucking way!” she squealed.
“Yes fucking way,” I said with a grin. I bit a hunk off the bagel and tried not to act like a giddy schoolgirl. “Every fucking way.”
“Look at you,” she said, giving me the eye. “Slept with the big boss in two days. Damn, girl, it took me almost a week to get Mitchell Ryan into bed.” She smiled for a moment, then let it fade away when she saw the dreamy look in my eyes. “You’re not falling in love with him, are you?”
“What? No! What kind of question is that?”
“Have you talked to him since he fucked you?”
I frowned at her. “No. He had to go out of town for a few days on some acquisition. Baby-Co, or something or other. He said he would see me the moment her returned.”
She sighed. “Idaho farm girl, comes to the big city, fucks a billionaire, and lives happily ever after. I don’t think it works that way with Cameron Shaw. He is engaged, you know.”
“That’s just business,” I said quickly.
“Like the mafia cutting off your head is just business.” She patted my hand. “Look, have fun, fuck his brains out, let him buy you some expensive stuff, but remember, you and him have very different lives. You can’t think he’ll ever be more than a sugar daddy to you.”
“I don’t want a sugar daddy…”
She squeezed my hand. “I’m just saying that you should have fun, but don’t expect too much from him. He’s not going to call off his wedding for you.”
“I know…”
“Just don’t get your heart broken. That’s all I’m saying.”
“I won’t,” I said quietly. I turned away so she couldn’t see the tears in my eyes. She was right. What the heck was I thinking? Did I really expect Cameron to leave Monique Ells for someone like me? Did I expect him to be waiting for me when I got to work, ready to scoop me up and carry me to my desk?
