by Katie Ford
She squealed, clapping her hands. “Okay you promised!” said the blonde excitedly. “I get my millionaire next!”
And laughing, we left the lab, walking out into the darkness of the Berkeley campus. As usual, it was another late night with the stars shining up above and the bell tower looming large and eerie in the distance.
Oddly, I didn’t feel resentful of the late hours. I didn’t feel like my youth was escaping as I slaved away in front of multiple computer screens. Instead, I felt like I was home. This is what I loved to do, and I was building something amazing that would hopefully help humankind.
More to the point, Theo Wainwright had given me these opportunities and with each passing day, I only wanted him more.
***
Carrying a mug of steaming coffee to my desk, I sighed. Of course, it was already 9:00PM, but I desperately needed the pick me up. Engineers worked hard, and my night was only beginning. Seeing how important this product was, I’d probably be here until 3:00AM at least.
“Mia, how’s it going?” Brandon asked, a concerned look on his face.
I got it. My hair was probably standing on-end, and I hadn’t changed out of this hoodie in twenty-four hours.
“What? Sorry, I had a rough week.” I rubbed my eyes, blinking like an owl. “I’m good, thanks.”
Brandon merely shook his head, clucking like a mother hen. “You know, there are sleeping rooms if you need a wink.”
Oh right. I’d completely forgotten about the dark rooms where engineers could crash if it was really needed.
“Are you sure?” I asked tentatively. “Do you need me for anything? I’d love to get some rest, but I don’t want to leave you guys hanging.”
Brandon shook his head, winking at me. “You’ve done enough. Go get some rest. My orders.”
And with a grateful smile, I reserved one of the sleeping rooms. On a whim, my fingers typed Theo a message.
MiAnonimo: You still here? Awake? Going to crash. Room 12S. ;)
TheoW: Sure honey. Get some rest.
MiAnonimo: Thanks. <3
TheoW: After my meetings, I’ll meet you. Sleep well.
Yawning like a giant whale, I made my way to the sleep room. It wasn’t much, just a small chamber with a small bed inside and some utilitarian furniture. Too tired to even look in the mirror, I threw off my clothes and crawled gratefully onto the hard mattress. My responsibilities could wait, and sleep crashed down instantly.
Hours later, I woke to Theo slipping in bed next to me. “Sleep well?” he asked, burying his nose in my hair.
“What time is it?” I asked in a groggy voice.
“Almost seven,” he murmured, kissing my neck.
I turned to him in shock.
“7:00AM? Oh god, the team must be wondering where I am. I disappeared for the entire night, leaving them hanging. Shit shit shit!”
Scrambling, I reached for my clothes, but strong arms grabbed me and pulled me back onto the tiny mattress.
“Naw sweetheart, they can wait. You’re in bed with the CEO. Now give me some,” he rumbled, pulling my curvy form close.
I sighed because it had been days since I’d seen the man. And now with the billionaire so close, my body roared to life, tingling and wet already, dying to be touched.
“Okay,” I murmured against his mouth. “But let’s make it quick.”
He rumbled, a sly smile crossing that handsome face. “Sure thing, pretty girl. Your wish is my command.”
And with that, it was on. His massive cock brushed against my inner thigh, making me groan. Oh god, a trail of pre-cum marked my skin, evidence of the alpha’s arousal. Reaching for his thickness, I sucked on his neck. He gave a low moan as I stroked him with my fist. Theo’s dick felt so good in my hand, and I’d missed it so much.
Pushing him on his back, I licked his lips with my tongue like a kitten. “In my mouth?” I purred.
“Sure thing, pretty baby,” he rasped, lying back. “Go at it.”
And with a knowing smile, I kissed him from his chin down to his chest before rotating my body so we were in a dirty sixty-nine, pussy hovering over his face. But there was a prize, and once that giant cock was in my oral cavern, I went wild, sucking hard on the massive lollipop.
“Aw shit, baby girl,” Theo rasped. “Shit shit shit.”
Then it was my turn to cry out because the alpha licked my pussy before stopping to niggle my clit with his tongue. Oh god! Juices ran like honey from my sweetest spot as the billionaire licked and suckled, making me squirm.
“Theo!” I cried. “Mr. Wainwright!”
But the sixty-nine was too intense because suddenly, I couldn’t wait any longer. My wet cunt needed Theo right now. Quickly, I straightened before moving down his body and easing my drenched pussy down on that huge fuckshaft. Oh god. He filled me up instantly and I cried out, head tilting back in ecstasy.
“Theo!” I gasped. “Oh yes!”
But the billionaire was in his element as well.
“Fuck baby, you have no idea how good you look riding my cock,” he grunted. “No one does a reverse cowgirl like you with this big ass bobbing up and down.”
I’d leaned forward, my breasts dragging on his knees, and was lifting and pumping my hips, taking that massive cock in my pussy and riding it for all it was worth. Theo was so big that it felt like he was skewering me whole, making me scream and cry out as juices coated that veiny thickness.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Oh god, give it to me.”
And my man knew exactly what I was looking for. He licked his fingers before forming them into a point, and just as I pushed down on his cock again, he eased two digits into my asshole.
“Ahhhh!” I shrieked, fucked in both holes. “Oh god, unnnh!”
And ever the maestro, Theo upped the ante again.
“Hold on, pretty girl,” he rumbled, dick jerking in my cunt. “Here it comes.”
And with that, a third finger was pushed into my anus. This time, I really did let go, my cunt and ass dissolving into spastic jerks and tremors as I exploded with fireworks.
“Unnh, Daddy!” I cried, both holes plugged up so good. “Oh god, yes!”
And the big man lost it too. His dick jerked once inside me hard, before exploding into a fountain of white goodness. Hot, gloopy semen sprayed my interior, making me scream and pant, welcoming his male virility.
“Yes,” I cried, eyes closed with ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes!”
But that wasn’t the end of the show because as we descended from the high, Theo pulled out of my pussy, that huge shaft glistening and still hard. I mewled in disappointment, craning my head around to look at him.
“More?” I pleaded. “More?”
The billionaire’s blue eyes grew so dark they were almost black.
“You little slut,” he chuckled. “Who knew that the innocent Mia Smith would be like this, showing me this gorgeous rump every which way?”
I wiggled it for effect, the plea still evident.
“More?” was my plaintive mewl. And I have no idea how it happened, but suddenly, Theo held a giant emerald in his hand, the vibrant, beautiful green evident even in the low light.
“How about this inside you?” he rasped, dangling it from a thin chain. “You think it would feel good?”
I gasped.
“No, don’t,” I said. “It’s too expensive. Don’t put that in me.”
But it was too late because Theo was already pushing the giant gem into my pussy. And oh god, but it felt good. My folds were already warm and slick, and the emerald had to be at least twenty carats, a true monster.
“Oh god,” I cried out, loving the stretch. “Unnnh!”
And once it was completely in, Theo leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to my asshole while tugging the chain experimentally.
“That’s right sweetheart,” he growled, eyes alive with fire. “This is how we’re going out to dinner. You, with a jewel in that sweetly dripping cunt, and me reaching under the table to tease
you with it. Feel that?” he asked, pulling the chain slightly.
I moaned at the delicious tug.
“Oh!” was my cry. “Oh oh oh!”
And with that, another orgasm exploded, my pussy pulsing and twitching as fire ran through my veins. Theo chuckled, loving the reaction. And after it was over, the billionaire had another surprise, reaching into his bag to pull out a beautiful gown, black with butterfly sleeves and a long slit up the thigh.
“Sweetheart, this is for you,” he said. “We’ll be going out to dinner tonight, and you’re going to wear this. But for right now,” he said, pressing another kiss to my lips. “We have the entire work day ahead of us.”
I gasped, gesturing between my legs, indicating the sweet throb within my wet folds.
“But what about this?” I asked, shocked. “What do I do with the necklace.”
Those blue eyes gleamed slyly.
“Don’t take it out,” he rumbled. “Just walk around with the emerald stuck inside, and think of me.”
And I almost collapsed then, curvy form in a puddle on the bed. Because who was this man? Who was this dirty alpha who’d just magicked an emerald necklace out of nowhere and pushed it into my cunt? Who was this guy who wanted me to walk around all day with a priceless gem buried deep in my secret space?
But with a slight nod, I agreed.
“Yes, Mr. Wainwright,” I mewled, pussy clamping around the invader deliciously. “Whatever you say.”
And pleased, the CEO stood.
“Good sweetheart. Because I love my women round, rosy, with a little special something extra, you hear? See you tonight, honey.”
And with that, he was dressed in a flash and out of the room. I lay back, pussy squeezing experimentally. Was this really happening? Was Mia Smith, a former virgin, in the middle of a dirty tryst with her boss?
But it was true and my heart pumped excitedly because with Theo Wainwright, there was no room for regret.
Chapter 10
Theo
Waiting for the valet to bring us my car, I caught myself staring at Mia again. The brunette was ungodly beautiful and dinner had been amazing. The food was exquisite, the wine one of a kind, but what made it even better was knowing that my girl had a three-million-dollar emerald buried in her cunt as we ate.
“Oh!” she gasped, eyes flicking up as I tugged the chain lightly. “Theo, not now!” she whispered, looking at the other diners with shocked eyes.
But I laughed because they couldn’t see. Besides, why did it matter what other people thought? Her long gown hid the chain and my movements took place discreetly under the table cloth. Shit, this gem was worth more than three million; it was priceless and I couldn’t wait to pull it out of her snatch all the way, dripping with female juices.
But curiously, our conversation grew serious in the privacy of my car because on the drive back, an email pinged on my phone. Carelessly my eyes glanced down, only to see that it was a report from my private investigator.
Shit.
Mia must have sensed my unease because the brunette put a hand on my knee, squeezing gently.
“You okay, big guy?”
I glanced over at her concerned face.
“Sure, fine, honey. No worries.”
She rubbed my thigh lovingly through the material. “You just got really quiet all of a sudden. Is something bothering you?”
I let out a slow breath. To tell or not to tell? Usually, I keep my private life private, but with this girl, all holds were off and I spilled the beans.
“It was the private investigator I hired,” I answered in a tense voice. “The one I retained to find my birth parents?”
A stunned pause.
“You hired someone?” she asked. “What did he find? Is everything okay?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t know to tell you the truth. I haven’t even looked at the email.”
The brunette was contemplative for a moment, saying nothing. “Are you afraid?”
Shit, this girl knew me too well and I sighed.
“I don’t know. Maybe. I’m a mix of emotions. I have all these made up fantasies of who my parents were and the reasons why they gave me up,” I admitted. “But what if they’re just trash? What if they never wanted me because they’re terrible people?”
Mia murmured soothingly before lifting my hand to kiss one rough palm. “You’ll still be who you’ve always been. That information doesn’t change anything. And if you decide ultimately that it’s better not to know, then that’s okay, too.”
My stomach relaxed a little, unclenching from a tight ball.
“Thanks, baby,” I said. “I appreciate that.”
She smiled again.
“Of course. You know,” she began slowly. “I don’t have a clue who my father is either.”
Really? I turned to look at her, keeping a firm hand on the wheel. “How do you feel about that?” I asked.
She shook her head, pausing again, eyes contemplative.
“I don’t know to be honest. I guess it’s a little like you. I want to know, but I also don’t want to because what if it’s bad? All I know is that this guy ran out on my mom when she was pregnant, leaving her with some bills and some unpaid rent. She’s never heard from him since.”
Shit. That was really fucked up. Running out on a pregnant woman? This guy had no morals whatsoever.
“What a dick,” I said.
“I know. Who does that, right? How could my dad do that, knowing that a woman was expecting his child? So, yeah, maybe it’s better not to know him,” she said with a sad laugh.
We were both silent for a moment, letting the revelation sink in.
“Do you know his name?” I asked, trying not to push.
Mia swallowed. “I do. Raymond Turner.”
“Have you ever tried to look him up?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “I did. Once in middle school, but I couldn’t find anything.” She paused and then said with a laugh, “But I didn’t look too hard, you know what I mean?”
I nodded. “Sure, totally get it. I mean, I have two parents and I’ve never really looked for who they are or where I’m from before now. So I understand.”
But there was an angry lump in my throat because this Raymond Turner person was missing out on his brilliant daughter. What the fuck? This guy was so clueless and shitty, it was unbelievable.
Soon enough, the Ferrari pulled into my circular driveway and I helped the gorgeous girl out of the car. Shit, one glimpse of that plump thigh and I was hard.
“Ready for a horror movie?” I quipped. “Something to make you scream?”
Mia laughed. “Only if there’s a lot of popcorn.”
With our arms around one another, we stepped into the mansion. Of course, I had an ulterior motive. I love horror movies on dates because hopefully, the woman will scream and jump right into your arms, burying her face against your neck. And sure enough, that’s what happened once the killer made his appearance. Well, that and more.
Sure enough, each time her breasts jiggled with a scream, I grew hungrier and pretty soon, I’d whipped that gown right off, leaving the girl nude in my private theater. Shit, she was unstoppable, all heaving, creamy flesh with a slick wet slit between her legs. I pulled the emerald out of her.
“Oh god, I’m wet,” Mia moaned. “You’re so bad, Theo.”
“You are wet,” I confirmed, easing two fingers into her soaked pussy. “I love how drenched your pussy gets for me.”
Mia mewled helplessly, arching her back so that I could get in deeper. She looked like a goddess with those brown curls tumbling around her shoulders and a sweet pout on her lips.
“Hold on baby,” I groaned. “There’s more.”
And pulling my fingers out of her, I stuck them into my mouth. Oh shit, her pussy was so juicy and tangy with just a hint of citrus. Reading my mind, Mia leaned backwards with her legs wide open and pulled her knees up, baring everything. The position was obscene and y
et an absolute turn on. I knelt before her on the floor, dick dripping with cum.
But Mia couldn’t wait. She traced a finger down my chest to my abs.
“You’re amazing, Theo. Absolutely irresistible,” she whispered.
And words like that only get you a prize because with a slow moan, I pushed my fat, veiny cock into her wet cunt. She arched her back and cried out as I thrust deep.
“Mmmm. That’s so good.”
With my thumb, I rubbed her clit and watched her squirm. She rubbed her breasts with her hands. When she moaned again loudly squeezing her eyes tight, I could feel her pussy contracting and gushing down on my cock.
I loved making Mia come. She looked so good when she did and her pussy got so insanely wet.
But my girl is a good one and her eyes flickered open then. “Fuck me in my ass, big guy,” she begged, pulling her knees up even further so that that brown hole below was revealed. “I’m ready.”
God, the woman was irresistibly dirty and how could I say no? Girls like this are once in a lifetime.
So obligingly, I pulled out of her pussy and brushed my dripping tip against her asshole. It twitched and winked, beckoning to me even as Mia squirmed a bit on the seat.
