Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance

by Alyse Zaftig

  He walked into the house, and there was snow clinging in his short hair.

  "Smells good."

  "You don't get any of this until you pay up."

  "Pay up? What, how much does dinner cost?"

  "A kiss, please. Pay up."

  He grinned at me, and he leaned down to kiss me lightly.

  I closed my eyes, and then I shook my head. "Hmm, I don't think that was adequate payment. I think that the new price of dinner is two kisses."

  "What a greedy, greedy lady you are." He bent and kissed me thoroughly this time. "Is that enough?"

  I smiled up at him. "It is now, yes. Wash your hands. I'll take this off of the stove, and we can eat."

  We knew the drill at this point. We got the plates together, and I put his big one on his plate and my smaller one on mine.

  With the first bite, he let out a groan that sounded like what he sounded like during orgasms. "Oh my gosh!" He swallowed. "This is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life."

  "Yeah?" Even if he was lying to make me happy, it still made me happy and glowing inside.

  "Yeah." He kissed my cheek. "Thank you for making dinner."

  "It's the least I could do." I smiled at him. "You've cooked so many meals for me. I am warning you now, though, this is the only thing that I really know how to make. One of our housekeepers when I was really young and my mom was alive taught my mom and I to make it. She came in at 9, and my dad normally ate breakfast around 6 or 7 before he went into the office. So my mom wanted to be able to make something a little bit better than standard pancakes. She really loved my dad." A shadow fell over my face. I swallowed back the start of a sob. Why was I even saying this? I tried not to think about it.

  "Hey. It's okay. You miss your mom."

  I blinked so that my tears would not fall. "I do. I don't know. I can remember my childhood, but as time goes on, those memories start to fade. She died of cancer when I was a kid, before I hit my horrible teenage years. Andrew says that she would have stopped me from being so horribly spoiled."

  "Ha, maybe not. I think that you have a pretty forceful personality all of your own."

  "I get it from both sides, believe me." I didn't feel like crying anymore.

  "Would you like to join me in the living room?"

  "What, do you want to read together again?”

  He smiled a little. "You gave me an idea earlier with that talk of champagne and Bordeaux."

  Fireside

  Amelia

  "Okay. Let me clear the plates." I tossed them into the sink. They could wait for a little while.

  Inside of the living room, the fire was roaring and at full strength. In front of the fire was a blanket. On the blanket, there was a bucket filled with ice and another bottle of wine. It was uncorked.

  "This isn't what I'm used to when it comes to bottle service, but I'll take it."

  "The bucket is from the barn." His face was a little red. "I hope you like it."

  "I like you." My nipples were firm and poking through the other shirt of his that I had stolen. "And I think that I should thank you."

  "Yeah?" His grin made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He came down on the blanket, too.

  "Yeah." I sat on my knees, and I unbuckled his belt. His cock popped out. I touched it with my mouth softly. He began filling up, getting harder, growing erect before my eyes. I took the bottle of wine and poured a little bit on his body. He sucked in a breath as I chased the little rivulets of wine around the valleys and peaks of his lower body.

  "I like a boy who goes commando."

  "Mmmm..." He could speak when my mouth was enveloping his hot dick. It tasted salty. I sucked on it a little, and his dick grew even bigger inside of my mouth.

  I cupped his balls in my hand, and I looked up at him. Seeing me in this subservient position was turning him on as fast as a fighter jet. He put his hands in my hair, and he shut his eyes in ecstasy.

  "Yes! Yes!" He spilled his seed into my throat, and I swallowed all of it down.

  He knelt down on the blanket and sprawled like a starfish. I put my body between his arm and his body, and his arm was draped around my hip. It slid down to the top of my ass, and I nuzzled my face against his hard shoulder.

  "You are incredible, you know that?"

  "Just like you." I kissed him softly. "Just a people pleaser." I kissed him again a little bit harder.

  His arm around my hip and ass had a hand that began questing between my soft thighs. He touched my clit, and he began to rub it. My hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand, and he watched my face as he brought me to a quick orgasm. My body shook beneath him.

  Before I was even done with the aftershocks, he put his finger inside of my sheath.

  "You're so wet." He finger-fucked me a little bit, pushing back and forth while still flicking my engorged clit a little with his thumb. "So hot."

  He pulled his finger out of me. I watched as he sucked my juices off of his finger. "Delicious. I could go down on you all day."

  I rolled so that I was completely on top of his body, staring straight into his eyes. I was on all fours, with my knees on either side of his body. I was still wearing his shirt. He was still wearing his shirt, too. Only our bottom halves were bare.

  I rolled my hips against his newly hardened cock, not taking him inside of my body, just teasing him a little bit.

  "You are great at giving head. However, there's something that I enjoy even more than your tongue."

  His hand came behind me, and I heard the sounds as he stroked his cock the last 1% into full arousal while it was between my legs.

  I sank on his rod, and we both moaned. My body began to flutter around him right away.

  He sat up and trapped my soft body between his hard torso and his powerful thighs. A hard hand on the back of my neck forced my torso down, down, down on his cock. The places where he gripped me would have bruises tomorrow. I looked into his face. He was fully seated inside of my body, and the look in his eyes said that he would consume me just like the fire beside us consumed the helpless little logs.

  He kissed me roughly this time, nothing of the tenderness that he normally used when we were kissing. He kissed me like he wanted to fuck me, hard, passionate, just on the border of too much.

  Then he began to move.

  I leaned back on his thighs, and he bit my breasts as he began to work my body up and down on his cock. It felt phenomenal. His dick inside of me touched places that I did not know anybody could touch. I did not know if anybody ever would again. He was excellent at this, for all that he began late in life.

  I clenched my muscles around him, and he stopped. There was sweat on his forehead. I pulsed again, and this time he did not stop. Instead, he pulled my hair back so that my body was curved in a C. He bit my breasts even harder, enough so that it crossed the threshold of pain. I kept sucking at his cock, milking it, getting ready for what was to come. I tried to pull him more deeply into my body, but he was already as deep as he could get.

  With a shout, I fell into the abyss. I could feel him join me, feel my body light up with his come, warm seed spilling into my willing body.

  I kissed him as we both recovered from our earth-shaking orgasms.

  "You are a very fast learner."

  "I had an excellent teacher." He kissed my neck, and a dart of fire ran through my body. "She taught me everything I know."

  His dick, which had been getting slowly softer inside of me, came back to life as I bit his neck in retribution for his kiss.

  I clenched, and he was all the way back to full arousal.

  "More." I pulled my body off of his.

  "You say more, but you're stopping. What are you doing?"

  I got on all fours again. Instead of being on top of him, I presented my ass to him. "Take me from behind."

  He wasted no time in gripping my hips with one of his hands. He drew me backwards, and I felt the slick, hot tip of his cock touch my wet hole.

  "Take me," I dem
anded.

  He slid an inch inside of my body. "I am."

  I tried to back up, but his strong hand would not let me take more of his dick into my body. "I want more."

  "More what?"

  "More of your cock," I hissed.

  "I want you to beg. What do you want?"

  "Please, please give me your cock, Jimmy!"

  He slammed his body against mine, his front coming flush with the cheeks of my ass. I heard the slap of our skin together. His arms came around me, and I could see his hands planted on the blanket outside of mine. My hands looked delicate and tiny compared to his. I was much smaller physically, although I could take anything that he dished out.

  I clenched my Kegel muscles, and he grunted. He began to take me savagely, untamed, swinging his hips straight into me. I braced myself on my arms, but I couldn't keep myself up anymore. I sank so that my breasts touched the soft blanket, and he fucked me so that I moved up the blanket, with my breasts feeling the blanket slide past me. Or I slid past the blanket. I couldn't keep track anymore.

  He spanked me, and I felt myself free-fall. He spanked the other cheek this time, and I realized that his arms weren't around me anymore. He was straight up on his knees, plunging his cock into me. He spanked me a third time, and this time I could feel a river of his come releasing inside of my body, filling my body with warmth and heat and love.

  Waking Up

  Amelia

  When I woke up the next morning, I was in his bed instead of the blanket in front of the fireplace. I put my hands above my head and stretched.

  "Good morning, gorgeous."

  "Hi." I kissed him on the mouth, keeping my mouth closed because I had horrible morning mouth. I didn’t want to kill him with my fire breath. I quickly kissed his cheek, which had a little stubble on it. "What is the plan for today?"

  "Well, I have to work a little. You know, the cows do not take care of themselves. But I was thinking that we could go snowshoeing. Have you ever been before?"

  "No." I wrinkled my nose. "Sounds like a lot of work. It's so cold outside. Aren't we supposed to stay in side and keep warm?"

  My hand trailed down his body to grip his hardening erection.

  He caught my hand and pulled me away. "Woman, you are going to drain me dry. I would die a happy man, though. I'm too tired, though, even though it’s the first thing in the morning.”

  "Tired?" I smiled at him with a smile as old as Eve. "I'll do all the work."

  I rolled him so that he was on his back, and I straddled him. I teased him a little bit, and I could feel him getting bigger and harder beneath me. I flicked one of his nipples, and he moaned a little. I leaned down to kiss his neck. He started to breathe heavily. I liked this position a lot. I liked the power. I liked looking down at his face.

  I got off of him.

  "Where are you going?!" He sat up.

  "Shh. Lay down. Be right back."

  He lay back down, but he turned to watch me. I stole the little curtain sashes.

  "I want to tie you up."

  He blinked. "You know those things won't hold me, right? I mean, it's just fabric."

  "They aren't there to tie you up. It's more the idea of the thing. If I had thread, I could tie you up with that. It's the mental concept of being bound, not the physical inability to move."

  I tied his hands loosely to his headboard. I admired my handiwork. I liked my knots, and his body was beneath me like my own personal buffet. A garden full of tempting fruit.

  I lowered my head so that I could tongue his erection. His hips gyrated, and he pushed up to meet me.

  I firmly gripped his hips, and I forced him down on the mattress.

  "Don't move, or I will stop." He stopped.

  "I won't. Please don't stop."

  Who was begging now?

  I put a hand on his balls to cup them and roll them a little bit. I slid his cock deeper into my mouth, and he groaned. His body was vibrating as he fought the urge to thrust into my mouth. He knew that if he did, it would be all over.

  I let his dick come out of my mouth with a slight pop. I wiped my saliva off with the back of my hand. I picked up his cock and balls in one hand, and then I went for his taint.

  This time, he couldn't hold back. He arched like I had put a poker to his backside, and he howled beneath my tongue. I licked his sensitive perineum, then I put my tongue into his ass.

  His body shuddered above me. Looked like I was doing a good job.

  I held my thumb in place in the center so that he would shoot as he orgasmed. When he stopped moving, I let go. A little bit of come came out of the tip, and I licked it up.

  "Yum."

  He was breathing like he had just sprinted 100 meters.

  "I think you're going to kill me."

  I smiled benevolently at him. "Nah. That wouldn't be any fun at all." Who could I take like this if he died from orgasms?

  I kissed him, letting him taste just a little of his come in my mouth, thrusting my mouth on his, taking what I wanted.

  I kissed a line down. First his chin. Then his neck. Then the center of his chest, between his pectorals. I could hear his breathing get more ragged as I trailed my kisses down past his belly button to his pubic bone. I swirled my tongue around his dick, but I didn't take it in. I used my hand to stimulate the sensitive part of the crown, and I could see his thighs tense again. He was close.

  I shifted position. I threw my leg over him so that my back was to his face. I liked reverse cowgirl a lot. I knew that he was going to get quite a show from seeing his cock disappear inside of me. I took it in my hand, and I lifted up my body so that he could see it as his tip entered me. I stopped, suspending my body over him, ending time for a brief second.

  He wouldn't let me stay there. His body surged into mine, and I screamed when I felt his girth splitting my body in two. No matter how many times we had sex, it was always a surprise to feel the stretch and the burn of his girth inside of my tender body.

  In this position, his cock hit my front wall, where my g-spot was. I put my hands on his knees, and I leaned forward a little bit. I clenched my muscles, and he bucked up below me again.

  This time, I didn't tease the two of us. I got right down to it. I could feel the fire building in my body, threatening to consume me, leaving me as mere ash. I fluttered around him right before I orgasmed. He couldn't take it. He shouted as he came, and my body was filled with his warm seed.

  I cried out above him, on top of him, my ass touching his pubic area. I touched my clit to give me that extra half centimeter that would bring me over the edge. My entire body contracted as I felt my body orgasm and join him in release. My entire mind melted into a million pieces.

  When I could breathe again, I slid my body off of his.

  "Jesus Christ, woman, that was a hell of a wakeup call."

  I turned around and kissed him. "Mm. I love waking up in your bed."

  I undid his hands. "Let's take a shower and clean up a little."

  "I am pretty sure I am taking the most showers I have ever taken per day."

  "Do you mind getting dirty?" I arched one brow.

  "You know I don't. It's a lot to take in, though." Maybe I should take mercy on him. He was new to this kind of thing.

  I pulled him out of bed and brought him into the bathroom. I soaped him up, but he deserved a little bit of rest. Two orgasms early in the morning was enough for now, and I could be good and wait a little while.

  I soaped him up, but he shampooed his own hair. He soaped me up, paying extra attention to my breasts, and he put a questing, soapy hand between my thighs. He washed away the come and my juices.

  We made our way to his linen closet still dripping to get more towels. I wrapped my wet hair in one and covered my body with another. It was so cold here, especially with wet hair.

  "Do you have a hairdryer?" I had brought three suitcases but had forgotten mine.

  "Yeah."

  He went into a closet downstairs, and he drew
out a brown hairdryer that looked like it was at least a decade old. He got dressed in his room, and I heard the front door open and close when he went to work.

  I plugged the hairdryer into the outlet in my room, and I dried the ends of my hair. When I was done, it was a little bit crazy, but I just pulled my hair back into a bun. He didn't seem to mind whatever my hair looked like, and I spent a lot less time on my appearance here than I did when I was at home.

  I took out my sketchpad. I was not in the mood for painting. I started loosely sketching with my #1 pencil. I drew a little cat waking up, its eyes half open. I got out my crayons, and I made its little eyes blue and its fur a light gold.

  All of a sudden, I thought of what it would look like if we had a kid. We had been having a lot of unprotected sex. I was on the pill, though. I had gotten a huge supply, and I normally took a pill right before I went to sleep.

  I thought back. I panicked. I hadn't been taking my pills here. There had been other things that I did right before I went to sleep.

  The two of us had been having a lot of unprotected sex. A million thoughts marched into my head, thoughts I had never had before. I curled into a little ball. Was that his game? Lure me into bed so that he could knock me up and trap me here forever?

  This was a lovely sojourn, but I did not want to be trapped in this frigid wasteland. I remembered why I was here: to placate my dad. I wasn't hanging around so that I would be a prime candidate for knock up and lock up.

  I got dressed, this time in my own clothes, not his. I felt like I was putting back on my battle armor. I put on makeup. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a warrior princess. I wasn't going to be tricked into staying. My clothes were not coming off again unless he had a lot of condoms in this house.

  Packing