Dirty Rotten Billionaire [Part One]

by Paige North

  I was not expecting any of that yesterday morning—to say the least. I’ve thought she was beautiful and sexy from the moment I saw her, but I never intended to act on it.

  At work the day after Ellie, I’m distracted by thoughts of her. I can’t scrape her from my mind. It’s annoying. When Patrick brings in some gift basket that includes two bottles of wine I almost lose my shit.

  “What did I tell you about alcohol?” I snap at Patrick. “Keep it out of my office. Take it home.”

  “Right now?” he asked, confused.

  “I said get it out of here.”

  I feel a bit guilty. Patrick can’t possibly understand the nerve he hit by bringing those bottles of wine into the office.

  When he leaves, I rub my hand over my face to keep any dark thoughts at bay. Creeping thoughts of Darius, and what happened because of me back in high school, is something I can’t tolerate.

  I throw myself back into work and go until everyone else has long since left the office. I head up to my penthouse to change and end up pacing the floor in the living room.

  Now I’m consumed again by Ellie. Maybe she’s just a distraction from my past, or even my present?

  I can’t stop thinking about her. I swear I can still taste her.

  It’s just after midnight, and I can’t take it anymore. Knowing she’s just a few floors below me (okay, more like seventy-six floors) makes me even crazier. She’s right here—and I have to see her.

  A few minutes later, I knock lightly on the door of 10F. I don’t know what I’m expecting to happen, but I know that I need more of Ellie Taylor. Yesterday morning was not enough.

  I’m leaning on the doorway on my forearm when the door slowly opens.

  “Hey,” she says. “What are you doing here?”

  I look at her—she’s hiding half her body behind the door, but I can see she’s back in the thin tank top and teeny shorts. It’s so much sexier than any of the silky, lacey lingerie I’ve experienced other women wearing.

  “I wanted to see you,” I tell her, which is as much truth as I’ve said in a long time, simple though the statement may be.

  “Why?” she asks.

  I look into her eyes and say, “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  Ellie does nothing for a moment. Our eyes stay locked, and I can’t be sure what she’s thinking. Then slowly, she opens the door all the way to me. I step inside.

  I walk to the window, and behind me I hear the door shut softly, then the click of the locks. When I turn back to face her, she’s still standing on the other side of the room. Even though she’s only ten feet from me, it’s much too far.

  “Come here,” I say. She walks across the room and stands before me. My hands and mouth and every inch of my skin needs to touch her and feel her. It’s a feeling so overwhelming that I’m sure I’ve never experienced it before.

  I take her face into my hands and pull her to me. When my lips touch hers, I feel as if we both let out a little exhale as if the only relief we need is each other’s kiss. We slowly move our bodies closer, and when her arms wrap around my back my entire body feels awake, and needing her. We kiss deeply, my hands tangling up in her hair as her fingers press into my back. I grab her by her ass and pull her into my growing, hardening dick, needing the relief I know she can give me.

  What starts as sweet, delicate kisses soon devolves into a grasping, grabbing frenzy. I cover her neck in kisses as her hands trail all over my arms and chest, into my hair and over my back, always pulling me closer.

  Ellie reaches for the bottom of her tank, and pulls it off over her head. The moonlight from the window glows on her already luminescent skin, giving her an angelic glow. And her breasts are fucking perfect.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” I tell her.

  She keeps her eyes on me, her arms at her sides so I can take in the gorgeous sight of her.

  “Will you take me into my bedroom?” she asks, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest. Fuck yeah, I’ll take this incredible creature into her bedroom.

  I kiss her lips softly, then take her hand and lead her into her bedroom. I’m acting cool and in control, but on the inside my mind is frenetic with all the things I plan on doing to her body.

  Once we’re in the room, lights still out and bed unmade, Ellie doesn’t seem to know what to do. She stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

  “Come here,” I say. I sit at the head of the bed, and pull her on top of me so that she’s straddling me, and my hard cock. Her tits are right at face-level, and I waste no time in sucking on those hard nipples. Soon enough, Ellie is holding the back of my head and pulling me closer, awkward no more.

  My hands rub her soft skin as I kiss and lick at her tits, making sure they each get equal time. I push her body down on my hard cock as she grabs the back of my shirt and starts to pull it off. I lean back against the headboard as she takes in the sight of my bare chest, her fingers trailing down. After she gets a good look, I flip her over onto her back and push my hard cock over her pussy, those thin layers of fabric the only thing keeping us from truly touching.

  “Did you like what I did to your pussy yesterday, Ellie?”

  “God, yes,” she says.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes, yes,” she says.

  “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body. Then I’ll fuck your pussy with my mouth.”

  She moans and closes her eyes at the mere talk of it all. Tonight I’m going to take this woman in every way I can.

  I lower her shorts and panties. I sit up on my knees and take in the sight of Ellie’s naked body, giving my cock a good stroke through my shorts and boxer briefs.

  “I’m going to fuck you so good,” I tell her, then I fall on top of her, and begin kissing her.

  Ellie

  My body is on fire. When Ajax looks down at me, my heart races with excitement and fear and good old-fashioned lust. I want him tonight like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life, and I intend to open up to him—in more ways than one.

  He covers my body with his, pressing close as he begins his trail of kisses on my neck, sucking and nibbling and making me feel so wild I’m not sure I want him to stop. But then he moves down my shoulder and to my breasts. I watch as he sucks my nipple while his hand glides over my hip. I’m pushing my hips up into him, feeling his rigid cock, the hardness of it, the enormity of it. I want to see it, I want to feel it. When I reach down for him, he takes my wrist and moves both up over my head, pinning me in place.

  “I want you to come again. I want to feel you come on my mouth.” He sucks on me again, then gives my tits long, savory licks. “I can’t wait to get down there again and taste you, Ellie. You’re so fucking sweet.”

  My head is light, and my skin tingles all over as if my body’s having a chemical reaction to him. His kisses go over my belly, his hand always working, always exploring. He kisses my hip, his hand going around to my ass, pulling me up, my pussy so close to his mouth. I want to reach down and guide his head to where I need him, and I almost cry when he skips over my pussy and starts kissing the tops of my thighs, then lower still.

  When he comes back up, I’m so ready for him. He surprises me by taking hold of my hips and forcing me to flip over onto my stomach. I bounce slightly on the bed, which makes me smile.

  He leans over me and says, “You didn’t think I was going to eat you that easily, did you?” His hand rubs over my ass, then under me, touching my pussy. “That’s what I want,” he whispers in my ear. “That wet pussy. That tight little cunt of yours.”

  When he slips a finger inside me I moan out my pleasure, pushing my ass back into his hand for more. His finger works inside me as I spread my legs to accommodate him more. He goes so deep inside me I want to cry with pleasure. I look over my shoulder at him, and his solid chest and rippled stomach making me even wetter, if that’s even possible. When he inserts a second finger, I cry out again. He pumps his fingers inside me, and I’
m so wet I can hear my juices working around his long capable fingers.

  With his fingers still inside me, he leans his body down on mine, rubbing his dick on my thigh.

  “Is this how you want me?” he asks. “You want me to fuck you from behind?”

  “No,” I manage.

  “What is it you think you want?” he says. “I’ll tell you if I’ll give it to you or not.”

  He’s still fingering me, and with his steel cock on my thigh it’s almost impossible to think. But with all this talk of fucking…well, it’s two things I’ve never done: talked about it so much, and actually done the deed.

  Right now, though, I know what I want. I just have to be brave enough to say it. Out loud. To Ajax Remington.

  “I want,” I begin, “what you did yesterday.”

  “Is that so?” His fingers go so deep inside me, and then he flicks the tips inside me, making me cry out again. “Didn’t I do this to you yesterday? Is this what you mean?”

  “No,” I say.

  “I already sucked your tits, but I’d be happy to do it again. Is that what you’re talking about?”

  “No,” I say, and now my face is flushed not just from excitement but from embarrassment of trying to say it.

  “Ellie, I know what you want,” Ajax says. “I just want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you,” I say, “to go down on me.”

  He slides out of me and trails his wet fingers up the length of my pussy, all the way to my ass.

  “You can do better than that,” he says. He turns me onto my back again, so that I’m looking up at him, right in the eyes. He waits for me to speak, a little grin on his lips. Those lips that I want so badly between my thighs.

  “I want you,” I begin again, “to eat my pussy.”

  He licks his lips. “That’s the easiest request I’ve ever had.”

  Before his tongue has ever touched me, I’m already on the verge of a full-blown orgasm. With his mouth inches from mine as he positions himself between my legs, I feel like I could explode.

  This time, instead of just spreading open one leg on the chair, Ajax moves my feet up until my heels are almost touching my ass. He spreads my knees wide and says, “Sit up on your elbows and watch me.”

  I gladly do as he says, and when he licks the full length of me I swear I almost faint. His tongue works over my aching pussy, and he moans as if he could possibly be getting the same pleasure from it that I am. He’s not gentle on me but ravenous, licking me up and then sucking on my clit. His tongue is magic, hardening into a point to flick at and tease me before going flat and lapping me up again.

  The faster and more eagerly he goes, the more we moan our pleasures in unison. I’m not sure if he’s making me hornier or if it’s the other way around, but I feel like I could float above the bed right now. He puts his lips around my hardened clit, sucking and pulling on it as I cry out. When he looks up at me with his eyes, watching me watch him lick me up, I know I can’t take it much longer. I don’t want it to end, but I need to crash through that wall of pleasure or my body will explode.

  “Ajax,” I say, “I’m going to come.”

  He works my cunt with his tongue, faster, harder, until my pussy is clenching and pulsing and I cry out another orgasm as he watches from between my thighs.

  I collapse back, my eyes closed as Ajax finishes with little kisses on my mound and on the insides of my thighs. I can feel myself dripping onto the sheets. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life. I could die happy right now.

  Of course, I don’t think Ajax is done with me—and I’m not done with him.

  He moves up and presses his still-hard cock into me as his mouth covers mine. His tongue enters me and I taste my passion that fills his mouth. I thought I could stop there, but no way. I need more.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back as deeply as he kisses me. Then I reach down between us and rub my palm over his shorts that still cage his cock. I feel nervous and intimidated, but maybe more than that I feel a lust inside me I’ve never felt before.

  I rub his cock and hope that I’m doing it right, in way that feels good and not weird. Ajax buries his face in my neck, kissing me. Softly into my ear, he says, “I need to be inside you, Ellie. Jesus Christ I need you.”

  “I need you too,” I say. Somehow, through the fog of all this passion, I realize he doesn’t know something about me. If I want to go through with the night with Ajax, I have to tell him, and hope he’s not repulsed.

  Ajax

  With the taste of Ellie still coating my tongue, now I need my cock out of these shorts and into that tight little pussy of hers. With her hand on my bulge, I could almost explode right now—except I have far more self-control than that.

  “I can’t wait to fill up your pussy,” I tell her, making her wait a little longer—and myself. The thought of having her bare hand on my freed cock, maybe her mouth too, makes my dick strain almost painfully. The cautious rubs she’s giving me now are possibly only making it worse instead of giving me some relief. “I’m going to fuck you all night, Ellie. Any way you want, even the ways you’ve never thought of. I’m going to—”

  “Wait. Ajax,” she says, and her precious little hand moves away from my needy dick.

  “What is it?” I say. Clearly she wants me—and Christ do I want her. So what’s the problem?

  “I have to tell you something,” she says, and worry has replaced lust in her eyes.

  “Go on.”

  “You should know that…I’m a virgin,” she says.

  “A what?” I say, and feel insane the moment the word is out of my mouth—as if I don’t even know what the word “virgin” means. “I mean—really?”

  She nods. I assume this means she wants to stop. I had no idea she was a virgin. I knew she was inexperienced—she’d never gotten oral, and maybe she’s never given it either. But a virgin? How could she keep this beautiful body to herself for so long?

  “We can stop,” I say. “It’s okay.”

  “No,” she says. “I don’t want to stop.” I look at her questioningly. “Ajax, I want to lose my virginity—to you, tonight.”

  I look into her face almost not believing what I’m hearing. She wants me to take her virginity? She trusts me that much?

  I wonder if she really understands what she’s asking for.

  “You need to tell me what you want,” I say, my voice thick with lust and need.

  “Please, Ajax. Fuck me.”

  When her arms go around my neck and she kisses me, I can start to feel parts of my world, parts of my soul crashing around me. Something is changing, but I keep moving forward. Kissing Ellie, feeling her arms around me, is insanely satisfying.

  I sit back on my heels and look down at her naked body: the full curve of her hips, the slight round-ness of her stomach, and every inch of her soft skin is all so tantalizing.

  I pull off my shorts and boxer briefs and sit once again between her legs, my dick at full attention. I take it in my mind and slowly stroke it, letting her eyes take it in. I lean over her, our bodies aligned, and touch the tip of my cock—fucking straining for relief—to the soaked entrance of her cunt. I push in just the tip, and Ellie sucks in her breath.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  She nods yes. “Keep going.”

  Slowly I push further into her. Her cunt is so fucking tight it’s like it’s clinging to my dick, hugging it, flesh against flesh, slowly sucking me into her. She’s so wet from everything we’ve done so far it makes things easier—slippery in the best way. Still, I can feel how much I’m stretching her, so I stop when I’m almost all the way in. I don’t want to break her.

  I ask her again if she’s okay; she tells me she is.

  “Breathe,” I tell her. “Try to relax.” She closes her eyes and does as I say. Her hands go to my waist and push me back, my dick slowly coming out of her. But then she pulls me back again, and her want feels so damn good.

  I fuck slowly,
each time going deeper into her. When she’s relaxed I go a bit harder, a little faster. Her nails dig into my skin, making my mind go crazy.

  I lean close to her, my lips kissing her neck and face with each thrust, harder and deeper each time.

  “How does my dick feel inside you, Ellie?” I ask in her ear.

  She moans and says, “So good.”

  “Is it too big for you?”

  “Yes,” she says. “But I love it.”

  Which makes me moan. Our faces stay close as I continue to fuck her, but the fact that her pussy is so damn tight, and she’s so beautiful beneath me, makes me want to blow my load in an instant.

  “Do you want me to go faster? Harder?” I ask, because I need more.

  “Yes,” she says.

  “Tell me.”

  “Please,” she says and I stop my fucking. Her eyes open; she looks at me questioningly.

  “Tell me what you want, Ellie.”

  “Please, Ajax,” she says. “Go faster. Fuck me.”

  “Do you need it? Tell me.”

  “I need you, please. Go faster.”

  I slowly slide back into her, stopping when I’m to the hilt, and then I push on her even harder. “Say it again.” So softly, right in her ear, I say, “Tell me how you want to be fucked.”

  “Oh god,” Ellie says, her passion overtaking her. “Please, Ajax. Fuck me harder. Faster. Fuck me, please.”

  “That’s my girl,” I say, so pleased at her begging, at her wanting.

  I pick up my pace, fucking her harder but still not as hard as I normally would—I really don’t want to hurt her.

  I press my chest to hers as I fuck faster. I reach down and take her leg behind the knee and pull it up, getting another, even better angle into her tight cunt. Now Ellie is fucking me back, pumping her hips into mine, our rhythm perfectly in sync.