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

by Alexis Angel

  “You’ve gotta give me your best shot then… I don’t want to be a sinner all my life,” I grin, rocking my hips so hard that I feel my bones rattling deep inside my body.

  “If that’s what you want,” he responds, thrusting so hard that I see fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Connor’s thrusts making my very soul feel as if it’s being boiled.

  “OH GOD,” I scream, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Leaning into him, I feel my hair cascading down my shoulders as I shut my eyes; I place both my hands into his chest and I dig my fingernails into his skin again, clawing at his hard pectorals like a mad woman. “OH GOD!” I shout again, a violent seizure taking over my body, pleasure raging through my veins and completely demolishing every single one of my nerve endings.

  But Connor isn’t done yet.

  Pushing me back, he forces me to get up; the moment I’m up on my feet, his hands go back to my waist and he forces me to turn around. With my back now turned to him, he reels me in again and I sit on his lap, feeling his cock throb against my inner thighs. I take my hand there and, grabbing his shaft, I guide it home.

  Lowering myself as fast and hard as I can, I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as his cock pierces me once more, his thickness fighting against my pussy walls. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks me: I doubt my pussy will ever grow accustomed to having something so massive inside of it. And no, I’m not complaining; far from it, actually.

  “Yes… Yes…” I repeat over and over again, jumping up and down on his cock as I squeeze my own breasts. I move in a flowing motion and, even though the muscles in my legs are already burning with the effort, I just grit my teeth and push through the pain. I can’t even start to explain how amazing it feels to ride him this way… Oh, if only this moment in time could be frozen for all eternity. Ah, I wouldn’t mind having his cock buried inside my pussy for the rest of my life, that much is for sure.

  One of my hands falls from my breast and I let my fingertips brush over my skin in a straight line, my clit pulsing as I press two fingers over it. Rubbing it while I keep on swaying my hips, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs repeatedly, I throw my head back and close my eyes.

  I open my mouth to say something, but the pleasure I’m feeling is so intense that all I manage is another feeble croak of ecstasy. Even that makes my throat feel as if it’s on fire, all of it sore from all the moaning and screaming I’ve been doing. Usually, when one is confessing, whispering is in order, but between you and I, to moan and scream my confession is so much more fun.

  Not that I recommend for you to do it next time you find yourself in a confessionary. I doubt that most priests and pastors would be as accommodating as Connor is.

  “I want you to come for me, Clarise,” Connor then says, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I fall back on top of him, my back pressed against his chest, and he starts thrusting upward with all of his strength. Right now, his cock seems to have turned into a jackhammer, such is the fury with which he’s hammering my pussy.

  “OH, FU --” I start again, my throat burning with the effort, but an orgasm cuts my sentence short. My pussy seems to be exploding right now, and the waves of that explosion are shaking me to the core. Molten lava seems to have been poured into my skull, and I feel my thoughts burning up as it happens, ecstasy raging through my body in such a way that I doubt I’d be able to answer you correctly if you asked me what my name is.

  “I want more,” I find myself saying, the words getting out of my mouth before my brain can filter them out.

  “More?”

  “More!” I reply, my voice so high-pitched that it sounds foreign to my ears. Slowly standing up and making his cock pop out of me, I then turn around to face him and offer him both my hands. Taking them, I then pull him up to his feet. “I want more … and I want you to ravage all of me,” I tell him with a grin, looking straight into his eyes as I nibble on my lower lip. “All of me,” I repeat, these three words electrifying my brain.

  “Are you sure of that?” he asks me, but the grin on his face tells me that him asking is just a formality. Now that I’ve told him what I just did, there’s no stopping what’s going to happen now.

  “I’ve never been so sure in my life,” I whisper, turning around on my heels and pressing my back against his chest. With his cock pressed between my ass cheeks, I start rubbing my ass against it, moving my body in a flowing motion.

  “D’you think you can take it?” he continues, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. With his hands on my hips, he softly matches the motion of my hips as I stroke his cock with my ass cheeks.

  “No, I’m not… But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?” I reply, my voice quivering as I imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside me again. Deciding to not waste one more second, I take one step forward and fall down to my knees; then, I lower my upper body and rest both my hands on the floor.

  “Now that’s a lovely sight,” he says from behind me, and then I hear him kneeling down, his hands going back to my hips.

  “It’s all yours,” I tease him, wiggling my ass from side to side. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my pussy, but instead of thrusting, he slides his cock upward. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the tip of his cock travelling up the length of my ass crack, and then I hold my breath as I feel it pressed against my asshole.

  Oh, Jesus, now I really can’t help but wonder—is this really going to happen? I mean, is it even physically possible? If having him inside my pussy is already something worthy of note, it must be impossible to have his cock inside my --

  “Oh, fuck, fuck,” I groan as Connor starts pushing his cock against my asshole, feeding one inch of his huge member into me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me, but my body replies before I can do it: I jut my ass back, forcing one more inch of his cock into my ass.

  “Don’t stop… Just… Just don’t stop,” I beg of him, and he obeys without questioning me. Inch by slow inch, he pushes his thickness deep into my ass, only stopping when all of it is inside of me. “Oh, my God…”

  Moving as slowly and careful as he can, he then slides his cock out and then in again. He builds up a rhythm slowly, taking his time as he pistons into me. Not that I can keep track of time right now; I’m too dazed to do anything, to be honest. My brain is too busy with processing his thick cock as it goes in and out of my ass.

  “I want you… to cum… inside my ass,” I tell him, gritting my teeth as he starts thrusting harder. With his fingers digging into my hips, he keeps me in place as his thighs start slapping my cheeks violently.

  Supporting myself with one hand only, I take the other one to my pussy and get to work on my clit, rubbing it hard with three fingers. My movements are so violent and erratic that I feel a slight stab of pain on my pussy, but that isn’t enough to make me stop; if anything, it just makes me go even harder.

  I remain like that for God knows how long, enjoying the coming and going motion of his cock as I rub my clit, and then I find these familiar flames of ecstasy shooting up my spine. A firestorm takes over my mind in a fraction of a second, scorching everything on its way, and I thrust my ass back against Connor. Impaling myself on his cock, I hadn’t even noticed that his whole body was tensing up as well.

  As I remain frozen in place, his whole twelve inches buried deep inside of me, I feel his shaft spasming viciously against the inner walls of my ass. Then, the sudden warmness of his seed hits me at once, coating my insides as I moan as loud as I can, completely ignoring the soreness in my throat.

  “Yes… cum… cum for me…” I moan as Connor keeps on gushing his whole load into my ass, and I don’t even dare move as he does it. Only when his cock gives its dying spasm do I give my body permission to fall forward. Collapsing on the cold floor, my face against the tiles, I don’t even have the time to reel from this orgasm.

/>   “You drive me so fucking insane,” I hear Connor say as he rests his hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them wide as his cum drips down my ass crack. Then he leans into me, and I tremble as I feel the tip of his tongue moving up the length of my ass. He stops right on my asshole, and then he moves his mouth down in a hurry, crushing his lips against my hole. Jabbing his tongue against my ass, he scoops up his own cum, licking and sucking with a wicked hunger.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I moan, smiling to myself as I feel the wet touch of his mouth. I even jut my ass back, pressing it against his face, and I stay like that until he finally pulls back from me.

  Sitting up in a hurry, I then turn to him and lace one arm around his neck. I pull him into me fast and he doesn’t react; he just parts his lips as I crush my mouth against his, shoving my tongue past his lips. I kiss him eagerly, savoring that sweet blend of flavors in his mouth. The muskiness of my pussy, the saltiness of his seed… God, I used to think of myself as an experienced woman, but only after Connor and I started going at it did I really push past my limits. I mean, I've never done something as crazy as kiss a man with his own cum, not to mention that this was the first time I allowed someone inside my backdoor… Yeah, that’s right, in a sense, Connor stripped me of my virginity.

  “I gotta start confessing more regularly,” I whisper with a light chuckle, running my tongue over my lips and licking them dry. Looking into him, I see his chin glistening, a thick strand of cum hanging from his lower lip, and I don’t even think twice. Leaning into him, I reach for that strand with the tip of my tongue and scoop it into my mouth. Swallowing as I smile at him, I then throw myself back against one of the walls, closing my eyes as I savor all that pleasure still running inside my veins.

  “It’s liberating, isn’t it?” he asks me, sitting by my side.

  “What is?”

  “To confess your sins…” he smiles, and then he can’t resist adding a few words more. “And to make some more.”

  Clarise

  Squeezing myself inside my clothes again, I run one hand through my hair and sit in one of the pews. I lean back against it and sigh heavily, my heart still hammering against my chest.

  I close my eyes for a second, and then I remember the reason I came after Connor in the first place. Earl, remember? I know, I know… I was in such a hurry to talk with Connor about my impromptu meeting with Earl, but what can I say? I simply couldn’t resist teasing him the moment I saw him kneeling inside the confessionary.

  “Come here, we need to talk about something…” I say, patting the spot next to me. He smiles softly as he buttons up his shirt, and then he sits down on the pew by my side.

  “What is it, Clarise? I hope you don’t have anything else to confess,” he chuckles, and I can’t help but chuckle as well; there’s no regret in his voice this time, and that kinda makes me feel better. As fun as it is to make him cross a line, I sure as hell don’t like making him miserable because of it.

  “No, nothing to confess,” I start. “But Earl’s up to something… He met me in the library and there was something about the way he talked. I don’t know what it is, Connor, but he’s up to something. And it isn’t good,” I tell him, now capable of talking business. It’s as if I needed to have his body first before I could articulate a sentence that would make any sense.

  “I know he is,” he tells me flatly, his gaze wandering out to the altar. He remains deep in thought for a long while, and I have to be the one to cut through the silence.

  “I’m worried … I don’t know what Earl might do if he gets control of the company. He doesn’t really care about the family. All he cares about is power and control … and once he has that…”

  “I know, Clarise…” he whispers, and then he places his hand on top of mine, gently squeezing it. “But I don’t want you to worry. I’ll keep Jonathan on the right path, and I won’t let Earl wrestle the company away from him … or from the family.”

  “Please, don’t underestimate him … I mean it. He’s dangerous, and if he sees you as an obstacle, he knows no limitations.”

  “I know, I won’t underestimate him. I’ll keep my eyes open,” he tells me softly, and something in his tone of voice eases my mind.

  “Thank you,” I whisper back at him and, before I think of what I’m doing, I open my arms and wrap them around his body, pulling him into me and hugging him tightly. Somehow, his closeness makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt.

  “You don’t have to thank me,” he breathes out, running one hand through my hair as he holds me close. “There’s nothing that I want more than to protect you…”

  I look into his eyes, stunned at his words. For a man who was so adamant about running away from me, this is quite a change.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” he says, offering me one weak smile. “But I guess I wasn’t really running away from you … I was running away from the truth.”

  “What truth…?”

  “I want you, Clarise. Ever since I returned to the States, you’ve been the only thing brightening up my day. I didn’t mean to break my vows, but… sometimes a man has to follow his heart. That’s the truth.”

  “I’m glad you’re here,” I tell him softly, not knowing what else to say. I still have my arms wrapped around him, and I close my eyes and lay my head against his chest. I stay there, in his embrace, for God knows how long. I feel his heartbeat, soft and steady, and I realize that all the lust and desire I feel toward Connor is growing into something else. Something powerful… Something over which I’ll have no control soon enough.

  And you know what? It feels right.

  “I should go…” I force myself to say, my heart weighed down by sorrow. “My parents will be home soon, and I guess it’s better I’m inside the house when they arrive…”

  “I’ll walk you there,” he tells me in a single breath, standing up and pulling me after him. We walk down the aisle in silence and, only when he reaches for the door and opens it, do I realize I'm holding hands with him. My transformation into sappy teenager is almost complete, I guess.

  He only lets go of my hand when we step out of the chapel and, even though we walk up the road in silence, I feel closer to him than ever. More than just the sex, something happened inside the chapel… I broke through his defenses and I think that, somehow, I’ve showed him that he doesn’t need to be as stern and disciplined as his father to make him proud.

  As good to me as Edward was, he was a true stoic. He seemed unphased by most things in life, and he followed what looked like a Spartan regimen. I don’t think that Connor knows it but, after the first few months with us, Edward changed his quarters without telling anyone; instead of sleeping in the guest house, he started sleeping in the smallest and coldest room we had available in the servants’ quarters.

  Of course, I can’t say for sure what was going on inside Edward’s mind. In a way, though, I believe that it had to do with the death of his wife. The moment she passed away, something broke inside of him, and he denied himself the happiness he deserved.

  I don’t want Connor to follow down that road.

  “Well, we’re here,” he says, and I realize that we’re already in front of the stairway leading up to the mansion.

  “We’re here,” I smile, and then look from side to side. Certain that there’s no one around, I go on tip-toes and brush my lips against his.

  He kisses me back and, for a moment, the world is perfect.

  Connor

  Change.

  I guess that’s what Clarise taught me—sometimes change isn’t bad. Sometimes, change is exactly what you need.

  I guess I thought that, by changing, I was disrespecting everything that I treasure. God, my honor, my father… But now, I think that I see it differently. Change is necessary if I’m to learn and grow. What good am I if I remain stagnant for the rest of my life?

  Besides, my relationship with Clarise has nothing to do with the way I can help the Donovans. Sure, it might cause some trouble d
own the road, but that has nothing to do with my capabilities or impartiality right now.

  Push comes to shove, I’ll resign. I won’t let my relationship with Clarise hurt the Donovan family, but I sure as hell won’t put a business family above the woman I --

  Jesus, I was about to say it, wasn’t I? I was about to tell you that I love her. What’s happening to me? Okay, I need to focus; I can’t be thinking of this right now. I’ve got a meeting to prepare for, and contemplating the meaning of love and life isn’t going to help me with that.

  Sitting down at the desk in my bedroom, I crack open the folder sitting in front of me and start reading through the documents. I’m about to start writing down some notes when I hear a knock at my door.

  My heart jumps up happily as I think it might be Clarise, and I stand up in a hurry. I walk to the door with wide strides and, without thinking twice about it, I just open it and smile.

  It isn’t Clarise on the other side.

  “You should've been more careful, Connor,” Earl says, walking past me and inside the guest house. There’s a contemptuous expression on his face, one that means trouble.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask him, already feeling a knot forming deep in the pit of my stomach.

  “Well, you know … the church has a damn good security system. And, unfortunately for you, the pastor over there owed me a favor.”

  “What are you getting at, Earl? Spit it out,” I tell him, balling my hands into fists. Even though I asked him what he’s talking about, I know exactly what he means with his words: he has proof of my involvement with Clarise. It has to be it.

  “Oh, I can see it in your eyes… You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? You and my little sister, going at it… Let me tell you, you two sure went really hard at it. I’m surprised that a man of God would have so much stamina.”