Single TV Dad: Billionaire Romance... Naughty Angel Style

by Alexis Angel

  Cupping my ass cheeks, her fingers digging into my flesh, she then uses her thumbs to pull my boxer briefs down. My cock springs free the moment she does it, pointing up and straight at her pussy, as if it knows exactly the place it needs to be. Seriously, sometimes I think that my cock has a mind of its own.

  Kicking off my shoes in a hurry, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs, and she helps me do the rest by pushing my shirt down my arms. With all my clothes bunched up around my feet, I finally take one step forward and close in on her, our bodies so close that I can almost feel the air around us simmering with heat.

  “Do it, Connor… Fuck me,” she whispers, looking straight at me with those temptress eyes. Never taking my eyes off hers, I curl my fingers around my cock and angle it down, my tip brushing against her wet inner lips. Instead of thrusting right away, I simply keep on brushing the tip of my cock against her wetness, moving it up and down with maddening patience.

  “Fuck me, fuck me now,” she repeats, her hands going to my back. She digs her fingernails deep into my flesh, pulling me into her, but I resist.

  Turns out, I think I want to hear her beg.

  “Beg,” I breathe out, that single word leaving my lips like a shotgun blast. “I want to hear you beg,” I continue, feeling the pressure of her fingernails on my back increasing.

  “Now you want to hear me beg?” she teases me, a hint of malevolence in her smile. “What if I don’t want to beg anymore?”

  “Then I’ll just keep on doing this,” I say, slowing down as I keep on brushing my cock against her pussy. “And I’m a very patient man.”

  “Do it,” she hisses through her gritted teeth, the tone in her voice telling me that she’s trying to command me. But I don’t want to be commanded, and so I just keep on teasing her.

  “You know what you have to do, Clarise…”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she breathes out in frustration, biting down hard on her lower lip. “Fuck me, Connor… You’re driving me insane in here… Please, please, I need you to --”

  I don’t even let her finish her sentence. Instead, I grab her by the thighs and, keeping her in place, I ram all of my inches deep inside her pussy. I hold my breath as I feel my thick shaft pushing her inner walls back, her pussy adjusting to accommodate my massive size, but I don’t stop until I have all of it inside of her.

  “Oh…” she whimpers, throwing her head back as her eyes start to roll. “Oh, fuck…”

  “You begged for it, now let’s see if you can handle it,” I say, leaning in and whispering these words into her ear. As I do it, I start sliding my cock out of her pussy; when only my tip is inside of her, I thrust again. This time, there’s no patience or slowness to my movements; no, there’s almost an edge of violence to it, my hips moving so fast that it makes my cock pierce her like a spear.

  And, judging by the way her fingernails are ruining my back right now, I’d say she’s enjoying it. Which is good, because I’m just getting started.

  Thrusting over and over again, I let the sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy echo throughout the church. It’s a wet, steady sound; and, aside from our own fast breathing, it’s the only sound inside the church. It’s a perverse thought, and I can’t help but enjoy it; the church is always lively with preachers and priests, people singing hymns, or those quiet whispers of prayer… But right now we’re the ones on the altar, and the only hymn we’re singing is one of lust and pleasure.

  “H-harder,” Clarise suddenly tells me, and I react without thinking; with one hand on the nape of her neck, I lean in and kiss her. As I crush my mouth against hers, I start thrusting as fast as I can, my cock flying in and out of her pussy so fast that I’m almost afraid she can’t take it.

  But, judging by the fiery way she’s kissing me back… I guess I can say she’s taking it pretty well. After all, she was the one asking me to go harder.

  “Oh! I’m gonna… I’m gonna -- FUCK!” she cries out at the top of her lungs, chuckling lightly as her pussy tightens up around my shaft. Her fingernails feel like knives on my back, but I don’t mind them; right now, the pain she’s inflicting ends up being translated as pleasure the moment it hits my brain.

  “That was intense,” she tells me, breathing hard. She trembles slightly as I slide my cock out, and them smiles at me. “Where are you going? We’re not done,” she says, jumping down from the altar. I almost expect her to close the distance between us but, instead, she walks around the altar and positions herself behind it. Bending over, she rests her elbows over the red cloth and looks straight into my eyes, swaying her ass from side to side as she does it.

  “I’m waiting…” she whispers and, once again, my feet act as if they have a mind of their own. I walk around the altar, my cock pulsing hard with each step I take, and I position myself behind her, taking my hands straight to her hips.

  “You don’t have to wait anymore,” I breathe into her ear, grabbing my cock and pushing it down. I only let go of it when I feel it right on the gap between her thighs, her pussy lips brushing against my shaft. She goes on tiptoes, and all I have to do now is thrust, which of course, I do.

  I go as hard as I can right from the beginning, grabbing her by the waist as I ram my cock inside her pussy; my thighs slap her ass cheeks brutishly, and the sound of flesh on flesh travels down the long aisles like a sinful melody.

  Gritting my teeth, I surrender to the unconscious urges of my body and free my mind. Right now, I’m not even thinking; I’m just doing, my body a vessel to the desire raging inside of me.

  “It’s so… good,” she moans as I fuck her, and I grin as I hear her say it. Opening my eyes, I allow my gaze to wander down to the empty rows of seats under the altar, and my mind fills that emptiness with memories from before. I imagine the church completely packed, thousands of people sitting down as they face the altar, and as I imagine that, I feel my thrusts growing wilder and wilder, the thought of having such an audience right now driving me completely mad.

  Even though there’s no one in here but me and Clarise, I imagine thousands of eyeballs following every movement of our bodies. More than being a sinful thing to think about, it’s something almost too wicked for me to accept; yet, at the same time, it just spurs me on to fuck her like no one ever has before.

  Holding my breath, I take one hand around her waist and allow two fingers to fall down to her clit. Pressing down on it as I thrust, my cock working her pussy in an almost feverish way, I start to feel her body tensing up. Her inner walls seem to close in around my cock, choking it viciously, and I have to take one deep breath to stop myself from coming.

  She doesn’t do that; instead, she screams loudly, her voice bouncing off the walls and getting back to us amplified. Bending over, she almost collapses on top of the altar, her body growing weak as spasms take over every single muscle in her body.

  “Fuck,” she hisses through her gritted teeth, glistening beads of sweat making their way down from her neck to her back.

  “That’s what we’re doing,” I whisper, grinning wildly. Then, without thinking about what I’m doing, I slide my cock out of her pussy and, grabbing her hips, make her turn around to face me.

  “Yes, it is,” she says, breathing so hard that her chest seems to be rising and falling almost erratically. “But now it’s my turn to fuck you,” she tells me, grabbing my hands and forcing me to switch places with her. Now with my back against the altar, she places her hands on my chest and pushes me back against it. Knowing exactly what she wants, I jump up and sit on the edge of the altar; I lie down over it then, the hard red cloth brushing against my back, and she climbs on top of me with cat-like movements.

  What was supposed to be a church, has now turned into something straight out of a pagan temple: I’m lying down on the altar, my hard cock pointing up, and she has placed her knees on either side of my waist, straddling me.

  “I want you to cum inside of me,” she whispers, grabbing my cock and brushing its tip along the length
of her pussy. “I want to feel your seed dripping out of me.” Swaying her hips, she teases me mercilessly, threatening to allow my cock inside of her at any second, but never really going through with it.

  “Ask and it shall be given,” I tell her, repeating that passage from the New Testament word for word. With that, I hook my fingers on her hips and push her down, thrusting upward at the same time.

  My cock parts her inner lips in a fraction of a second, and I sheath it up to the hilt inside of her pussy. Arching her body, she throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she lets a string of moans escape from her lips.

  Pistoning into her with a kind of savage violence, I reach for her breasts and flatten my hands against them, massaging her flesh and brushing my fingertips over her hard nipples.

  “I want you to cum,” she repeats, leaning into me and digging her fingernails into my pectorals, doing it hard enough to draw blood, or at least to leave a nice red memento of what we’re doing right now. “Cum, Connor … cum for me,” she repeats, and her words seem to wrap themselves around my mind like a blanket.

  Closing my eyes, I start fucking her with abandonment, beads of sweat dripping down from my face and falling onto the altar cloth. My muscles seem to be burning with the effort, but I don’t stop; instead, I go even faster, pushing through the pain and exhaustion, ready to give her exactly what she’s asking of me.

  “Oh, God, I’m --” I hear her say, but the end of that sentence is replaced by a moan so loud and high-pitched that I feel my skin prickling. Her pussy tightens up around my cock once more, and it does it so fiercely that it feels like my cock is stuck into a vice. Feeling that tightness around my shaft is enough to make me explode.

  “Fuck,” I groan, feeling as if a column of hot blue fire is dancing up my spine, its flames lapping at my body and turning it into ashes. My cock starts spasming hard, shaking against her tight inner walls, and I feel my cum traveling upward the length of my shaft. Next thing I know, my cock is gushing all of my seed into her, each spasm of mine unleashing a veritable river of semen into her.

  We’re cumming at the same time, and it feels as if bolts of lightning are exploding all over our naked bodies, electricity enveloping us both. And, with each spasm of my cock, that electric feeling seems to intensify more and more. Fuck, and I’m cumming so much that I can already feel my semen dripping out of her pussy and down the length of my shaft, pooling around the base of my cock.

  “You did it,” Clarise chuckles softly, pushing her hands against the altar as she raises her hips. My cock pops out of her fast, and I feel my heart skip a beat as I see my white seed dripping down her inner thighs. “But now look at the mess you’ve made of me…” she continues, kneeling between my spread legs and taking one hand to her drenched pussy. Using two fingers, she scoops up a thick strand of semen and, without taking her eyes off mine, she raises her hand to her mouth and slides her fingers past her lips.

  “Mm,” she moans, sucking her fingers dry. Then she’s back at it, scooping one more strand of cum; this time, though, she doesn’t take her fingers to her mouth. No, she leans into me and, using her fingertips, she brushes my own seed over my lips, painting them in white.

  “Get over here,” I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her into me. She comes willingly and, realizing what I want, she places her knees on either side of my head. Lowering herself over my face, she rests her wet pussy right on my mouth, and I take my hands to her ass cheeks and push her further down.

  With her pussy on my mouth, I react by instinct and open my mouth wide, using both my lips and tongue to ravage her wetness. My cum keeps on flowing out of her pussy like a river, and it streams into my mouth easily, coating my tongue with the bittersweet taste of my seed.

  Swaying her hips rhythmically, she rubs her pussy against my face, slowly losing control as the clock keeps on ticking. By now I already feel cum dripping down my chin and face, gooey beads of it making their way down my neck.

  “Now this is what I’m talking about,” Clarise laughs, finally rolling to the side and laying down by my side. Laying in silence, we stare at the vaulted ceiling of the church for a long time, just listening to the beating of our own hearts.

  I feel her fingers brushing against mine and, without even thinking twice about it, I hold her hand.

  “I want this moment to last forever,” she whispers softly, and I just close my eyes, imagining what a future with her would look like. A life with her… how would it feel like to wake up by her side every day? To kiss her good morning the moment I wake up?

  “So do I, Clarise…”

  Clarise

  Three months.

  It’s funny how time flies, isn’t it? And it seems that the clocks have sped up the moment Connor came to live with us. But not all is perfect with the world. To start with, it’s been three months since that moment we shared at the church. Three months! And we haven’t been together since then (now, I don’t need to explain to you what I mean by together, do I?).

  In a way, I don’t want to push him too hard. Our family needs him more than anything, especially now that my brother seems hell bent on ruining it, and so I can’t afford to push him away. But, Jesus, it’s hard to do! Every time I see him, I just want to push him down onto the floor and ride him straight into oblivion.

  Okay, I gotta focus right now. I’ve got stuff to do, and I’ve already spent too much time daydreaming.

  “Argh,” I sigh, rubbing my eyes with my fingers before I dive into my books again. Damn, I’m so tired!

  I’ve spent the whole day in the family library, and I’ve gone through so many books that I’ve already lost count. Since my father decided to move our focus into shipping, I’ve been trying to learn more about it. After all, if I want a shot at defeating Earl, I have to be prepared.

  But it isn’t easy; changing our business focus means that I have to study a whole new industry from the ground up. To make matters worse, I have my brother breathing down my neck all the time, which kinda makes me feel as if I’m on a race against the clock. Not to mention the fact that Connor’s on my mind all the time… Those two times we were together really messed me up and, even though a quarter of a year has passed, I still can’t stop obsessing about him.

  “Look at her… from party-girl to bookworm.”

  I turn around on my seat and there he is, leaning against the library doorway with a flask in his right hand. His hair is slightly disheveled, and the tie around his neck has been loosened. It seems that my lovely brother got an early start today.

  “Go get drunk somewhere else, Earl,” I tell him offhandedly, returning my attention to the book I’m reading. I try to focus on the words in front of me, but it’s hard to do that when Earl’s strong whisky breath seems to be gripping me by the throat.

  “Why? It’s not like you’re doing anything important. You’re wasting your time, you know?” he continues, taking the flask to his lips and drinking heartily.

  “Seriously, Earl. Get the fuck out of my sight or --”

  “Or what? You’ll slap me again?”

  “No, this time I’ll rip your head off, and then I’ll play soccer with it,” I hiss and, even though my words seem kind of an exaggeration, I really mean them. There’s a beautiful sword hanging over my father’s office door, and the blade looks very sharp… Ah, Earl’s definitely lucky I’m not some kind of murderous psychopath, or else I’d be putting that sword to good use.

  “Oh, I’m so scared,” he laughs, throwing his hands up in the air in a mocking gesture. “Pfft … seriously, Clarise, do you really think dad’s going to go forward with this shipping nonsense?”

  “What are you talking about? You were there at the meeting, three months ago, and I believe dad told you how things would play out. Besides, Connor sided with him, so I don’t see how you’ll stop dad from moving into shipping.”

  “Oh, Connor sided with dad… So fucking what? Am I supposed to be pissing my pants because that fake priest is mes
sing with dad’s head?” Scoffing again, he runs one hand through his hair and gives me one of his gruesome grins. Then, he lifts the flask up again, but then lowers it as he realizes that it’s empty.

  “They’re going to announce it at the next board meeting. So, unless you plan to murder someone in the family, there’s nothing you can do,” I say, already losing my patience. Why the hell is he jabbing at me like this? Does he know something that I don’t?

  “Don’t be so sure ‘bout that, little ‘sis,” he whispers, taking a few strides toward me. Looking down, he then leans in, the alcohol on his breath making me wince. “I don’t like to lose, you know? And I sure as hell won’t lose to Connor.”

  “Get the fuck out of my face,” I growl, placing my hands on his chest and giving him one hard push. He stumbles back awkwardly and, for a moment, I almost think he’s going to fall down; instead, he reaches for the doorway and manages to remain standing up.

  That grin remains on his face, though, and that’s what worries me the most. What does he have on Connor to feel so smug? What kind of game is Earl playing right now? I have no idea, but one thing’s for sure, I must talk with Connor right away.

  “Where are you going? Meeting your boyfriend?” Earl shouts after me as I hurry past him, bumping my shoulder against his. “TELL HIM I SEND MY REGARDS!” he shouts louder again, and his voice echoes through the empty hallway as I hurry down the stairway.

  “Have you seen Connor?” I ask one of the drivers outside, standing next to the limo as he smokes a cigarette. As he sees me get out of the house, he throws the cigarette onto the ground and crushes it under his foot.

  “No, ma’am. I haven’t seen him all day,” he responds, taking his hat off and clutching it to his chest. “Have you tried the chapel? I’ve seen him around there a lot lately.”

  “The chapel…” I whisper to myself, turning my head toward the building flanking Connor’s guest house. His car is parked in front of the house, so he should be around. “Thank you,” I tell the driver with a quick nod, and then I start making my way down the cobbled road that leads to both the guest house and the chapel, my heels clicking anxiously against the ground.