An Heir For The Billionaire

by Towers, Terry

  She undid her safety belt and squirmed in her seat, a grin appearing on her lips. Her eyes went to his lap and then to the hood of the car and back again as if making up her mind.

  Leaning forward, Damon undid his tuxedo jacket and shrugged out of it as he pushed the seat back as far as possible. "Come here." He reached across the shifter box and ran his finger alone her jawbone and then traced her lower lip with his thumb. She caught his thumb between her teeth and sucked it into her mouth. His cock jerked and he groaned, imagining the feel of her lips around his shaft.

  She released his thumb with a sexy grin touching her lips, then reached across the gearbox and undid his pants. He moaned softly as she pulled down his pants and boxer briefs. Gripping his balls in one hand she leaned forward and lowered her lips to the head of his dick.

  "Okay... This... This works too..." he moaned out as her tongue lashed out and flicked at the pre-cum seeping from the tip of his shaft.

  Damon raked his fingers through her silken strands, brushing her hair away from her face so he could watch her lips and tongue as it taunted and teased his rod. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue and then gently pulled the head into her mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His cock turned rock solid under her teasing tongue and his hand fisted her locks as he bit down the urge to thrust up into her mouth.

  Grasping his balls she began to massage him, as her tongue ran down the underside of his dick and then slowly back up. She repeated the process and then took the head into her mouth, her tongue circling and taunting. Another shiver rushed through him and he groaned out loud. His groan urged her on as she took him in further, moaning softly. The humming sensation was like a symphony of pleasure running through him, bringing him closer and closer.

  "You have no idea how good that feels," he groaned.

  Releasing his cock, she glanced up, her eyes full of hunger that nearly sent him over the edge and caught his gaze. "I have an idea. But I'm sure you'll remind me later on."

  He ran his fingers through her hair. "Is that a request?"

  "It's a fact."

  Not waiting for him to answer she took him in fully, the head of his cock slamming against her throat. Closing his eyes, he moaned loudly and began to thrust up into her mouth, allowing the pleasure to run freely through him as her head began to bob into his lap; her dainty hand gripped around the base of his shaft moving in sync with her mouth.

  Each time her mouth reached the tip of his cock, she'd swirl her tongue along to top, before taking him back in - an extra tease that was driving him near insanity for her. His balls began to get heavy and harden to a point that was near pain. He was rushing close, too close.

  "Oh fuck me. Oh Fuck Kat. Stop!" He was going to come and the last thing he wanted was to come without feeling her pussy around him. His eyes sprang open as he hit the summit and he jerked back in the seat.

  Sensing his distress, Katrina sat up and wiped her chin which had a drop of his cum shimmering on it with the back of her hand. "Good?" she teased as she flopped back into her seat, hiked up her dress, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skimpy black lace panties and pulled them down her legs and tossed them onto the dash of the car.

  Good didn't even begin to describe the feeling of her mouth on him.

  "I don't want to waste a baby making opportunity," she explained.

  Damon laughed. "I can't agree more."

  Hiking the long skirt of her gown up until it was bunched at her waist and her mound wonderfully exposed, she struggled to get over the gearbox and to straddle his lap. It was both arousing and funny as hell. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh louder or blow his load before she could even take him in. He chose to laugh.

  "Oh, so you're finding this amusing?" she asked, a grin touching her lips.

  "Funny, exciting, sexy-as-hell. I'm finding this situation a number of things."

  She settled onto him, his shaft peeping out between their bodies. She grasped his cock and began to stroke him.

  His laughter immediately stopped and a low, feral groan escaped him. "More aroused now," he admitted, sliding a hand to the back of her neck and urging her mouth down to his. Her scent - sweet roses - drifted to his nose as she leaned into him and their lips met.

  She sighed against his lips as the kiss deepened and her free hand fisted the front of his shirt. Adjusting herself onto him, she ran the head of his cock back and forth between her velvety folds. Her soft, wet folds felt like heaven, enticing his shaft, begging for him to sink deep within her soft core.

  "I need you Damon," she moaned before kissing him harder, denying him a chance to respond as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, searching out his. As their tongues touched, sending a spike of desire through him he slid his hands up her bare outer thighs and pulled her down onto him. He couldn't have waited another moment to take her if he wanted to; his dick's demands were too strong.

  She lined the head of his cock to her entrance and slowly eased him into her. Her pussy spread to accommodate his girth as she slowly took him into her. He attempted to pull her down onto him faster, harder, but she wasn't allowing it.

  Pulling her lips from his she caught his gaze, his own desire reflected in her stunning blue eyes, as she slammed down onto him completely, her moist throbbing core surrounding every last inch of his manhood.

  She whimpered and wiggled on him.

  "Oh dear God," he groaned. "Give me a moment." The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself by blowing his load so soon. He wanted to savour the feel of her, but his need for release was fighting with his desire to prolong the pleasure.

  "Nope." Grabbing his shoulders she began to move on him.

  "So cruel," Damon groaned, a smile lifting the corners of his lips.

  She returned his smile and then moaned as she pulled up and slammed back down onto him. The head of his shaft stroked her inner wall as she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion as she moved on him. The car was tight quarters, but they made it work.

  "Your cock is so good. I love it," she gasped, brushing her lips along the side of his neck.

  Her covered breasts brushed against his chest as she moved. He longed to remove her dress completely to get a full view of her stunning breasts, but this wasn't the best locale. He'd indulge himself when they got home. He'd indulge in every inch of her beautiful body when they got home.

  In the background, he could hear the cars as the whizzed by the station. If one stopped, they'd be discovered and the thought only increased the excitement of the moment.

  Letting his head fall back against the seat, he began to thrust up into her as she moved up and down on him. He was getting closer, at the point where he doubted he'd be able to hold back if he tried. He opened his eyes and watched her. Her eyes were closed, her back arched and judging from her expression and the tension in her body, she was getting close. She was becoming so wet that her juices were seeping from her and dripping onto his lap and coating his rock solid balls.

  "Come for me Kat. Milk my cock baby!"

  She couldn't respond as the grip on his shoulders tightened and her soft whimpers and moans became louder and more frequent. The muscles of her pussy tightened their grip on his throbbing cock as she prepared to release. His balls became tighter, preparing to unload his seed into her needy core.

  Wave upon wave of pleasure came rushing through him and he was becoming light-headed. He became single-focused, he needed release. Now! A dozen cars could have driven up to them, their drivers watching and he wouldn't have cared less at this point.

  "Oh yes, yes, yes!" She cried out as she gyrated on his lap, moving harder - faster! Her pussy trembled around his throbbing, ready, and loaded cock and she screamed out a final time as a gush of her juices greeting his rock hard member.

  The sweet rush of her juices in combination with her cries of pleasure and release did him in. As her pussy continued to tremble and explode in a series of orgasms, he reached his breaking point, pulling her dow
n hard onto his cock as he thrust up. He groaned his release as a stream of his cum began to fill her, beating against the walls of her pussy and mixing with her juices. She collapsed against his chest, burying her face against his shoulder, panting hard.

  Damon released her hips and slid his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest, nestling his face into her rose scented hair. "Oh damn. Kat, honey," he groaned as a final shot of his cum unloaded into her, leaving him completely sated, as the mixture of their fluids surrounded and seeped down his cock and onto his balls.

  "You feel so good," Katrina sighed, placing a light kiss on his neck. He didn't have a chance to reply as her body jerked up and she began to scramble from his lap. Her knee nearly missed nailing him in the groin as she threw herself across the seat and into the passenger seat.

  "What in the fuck, Kat?"

  "Car, car, car!"

  As the words came from her mouth he noticed the headlights of the car coming from behind them. "Ahhhh dammit! You have got to be kidding me."

  Katrina frantically wiggled in her seat as she pulled down her dress. "Afraid not. And I was so looking forward to being bent over the hood."

  Damon grinned as he glanced at the police car rolling up behind them. "Of all the broken down service stations in all the state they have to check behind this one? Seriously?" he grumbled under his breath as the officer stepped out of the cruiser and approached the Lamborghini, a flashlight focused on Damon and Katrina.

  The officer, a tall, lean, young man barely out of the academy, Damon suspected, stepped up to the driver's side and glanced from Damon to Katrina and back again. "Licence and registration."

  Having already pulled the required information out of his wallet, Damon passed them to the officer who glanced down at them, without really reading what was on them.

  "May I ask what you two are doing back here?"

  Damon didn't think it was that hard to figure out considering the deep blush colouring Katrina's cheeks and her mussed up hair and make-up, but he didn't make that remark.

  "Well, Officer. My fiancé had a little too much to drink at a charity function we just left and needed to pee." He rolled his eyes and shrugged as if to say. You know women...

  "Have you been drinking, Mr. Garratt?"

  Damon shook his head. "Not a drop." And that was the truth. He'd been drinking more than he should lately, not that anyone would blame him considering the circumstances, but the urge to drink was pretty much non-existent now.

  The officer clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and nodded. "Good enough. Have a good night, Sir." He nodded towards Katrina. "Ma'am."

  Damon waited until the officer was in the patrol car before starting the Lamborghini. He glanced over at Katrina and smiled. "Good God woman. Will you stop getting me into trouble!"

  Laughing, Katrina gave him a soft slug on the shoulder. "Ass."

  Chapter 14

  "Why won't you just tell me where we're going? This is crazy!" Laughter from Damon was her only response. The bugger was enjoying her suspense. She hadn't needed her passport so she ruled out any out-of-country destination as their wedding locale, but the United States was a big place. A very big place.

  "You'll know in less than ten minutes Kat. I will tell you this. Once the plane lands we're going to a wedding boutique, getting your dress, and then tonight we'll have the ceremony once they have the alterations done to your dress."

  Katrina smiled as she settled back into the leather seat of Damon's plane and tightened her grip on his hand. It was hard to believe that only five days ago she was barely making rent, without a hint of a love life and no real hope of her future getting better. Now here she was sitting in a private plane with Damon, praying that it was going to be the start of a long life with him.

  She'd decided to be optimistic. She couldn't imagine life being so cruel as to bring them together just to take him away in less than a year's time. No, she was determined that regardless of the odds the doctor gave him, he was going to get through this and they would have the happily ever after they both deserved.

  "At least let me peek out the window." Katrina stood and was about to brush past Damon to open the blind covering the small plane window when Damon grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

  "No way, sweetness."

  "What will a little peek hurt?" she protested, attempting to get up from his lap, only to be pulled back down again. She wiggled in his arms and felt his shaft harden under her bottom. Suddenly looking out the window was forgotten as other activities became her main focus. She was about to lower her lips to his when the voice of the Captain came over the speakers in the cabin informing them to take their seats and buckle up.

  She groaned her displeasure as Damon laughed, while releasing her so she could take her seat next to him. "Just when things were about to get interesting."

  "What? You haven't found my company interesting until this point?"

  She rolled her eyes at him, fastening her belt. "You know what I mean."

  "I think I can make the descent a little more interesting." Damon placed his hand on her bare thigh, just under the hem of her short blue jean skirt. His hand began to slowly inch its way up towards the apex between her legs. As his hand cupped her mound and his fingers slipped into her panties, searching out her increasingly wet heat, what was going on outside became the least of her concerns.

  *****

  "This is amazing! Vegas? Really?" Katrina attempted to contain her excitement as they exited the airport and headed towards the black Escapade that Damon's secretary had ordered the previous day for them. It was no wonder Damon had been so busy the other day and left her to her own defences at the ranch for so long. He'd planned a lot.

  "Really," he confirmed.

  "So are we going to be married by one of those Elvis impersonators?" The idea was both tacky and extremely cool in her mind. They used to joke when they were young that one day they were going to elope and get married by Elvis, not because they were fans, but because it was so perfectly tacky and fun that it suited them. Or at least it had back then. Looking over at the new Damon - or Damon 2.0 as she'd nicknamed him - in his black button down shirt and jeans that easily cost a month's salary at her old job, it seemed a little out of character.

  "Would I do something so tacky for our wedding Katrina," he asked, his face unreadable as he unlocked the Escalade and opened the passenger side door for her and motioned for her to slip in.

  She frowned, not entirely sure as he closed the door behind her and made his way around to the driver's side of the vehicle.

  "You know, I'm really shocked you're not blacklisted from renting a vehicle considering the condition you returned the Ferrari in," Katrina commented as he slid behind the wheel.

  Chuckling, Damon started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking slot. "It was only a few scratches."

  "A few dozen gouges. And don't forget the dent."

  "I still say that dent was there when I picked it up."

  "Uh-huh. So where are we heading now?"

  Damon didn't respond until they were leaving the airport and headed for the hub of Las Vegas. While he'd been close-lipped on most of the plans, he did inform her that they were staying in a suite at Caesars Palace. That was exciting all in itself as far as she was concerned.

  "We're going shopping. Getting you a wedding dress and then tonight is the wedding. We should have some time to do a little gambling if you want before the ceremony."

  "Ceremony done by Elvis?"

  Damon ignored the last question.

  She didn't have a chance to ask any more questions as she became distracted by the casinos and bustle of the people around them. People ranging from homeless to those wearing ten thousand dollar suits walked the sidewalks as they drove down the strip.

  "We should go see a David Copperfield show," she commented as her eyes spotted a billboard featuring his face and advertising his show.

  "Whatever makes you happy babe." He slowed t
he vehicle and parked in front of an elegant bridal boutique. The dress in the front window caught her eye straight away; an off the shoulder Victorian styled dress with layers of ruffles, beads and lace.

  Damon's eyes followed her gaze and he smiled. "Found it already?"

  "Don't know yet." Not waiting for him to get out and open the door for her, Katrina opened her door and hopped out of the Escalade and made her way into the bridal boutique. There were hundreds of stunning dresses on racks and on display, but the dress in the window called to her. Walking to the front window, she fingered the white satin and lace.

  "It's Vera Wang. Beautiful isn't it?"

  Katrina heard the soft voice of the sales lady behind her and nodded, not bothering to look.

  "It would look stunning on you. Would you care to try it on?"

  Vera Wang, aren't those rather expensive? She was about to say no and continue to look, but Damon stepped in.

  "Yes. Please. She'd like to see how it fits."

  "Damon..." She was about to protest, but she loved the dress. Trying it on wouldn't hurt. Right?

  "We have a duplicate out back that I think will fit you, follow me please."

  Katrina had the urge to protest a second time, but the dress was so beautiful. She had to at least try it on. Damon was smiling down at her when she lifted her eyes to meet his. She was about to protest to him that it would be expensive, but thought twice, knowing what his response would be to her protest on a money basis.

  "This way, Ma'am."

  Katrina followed the middle-aged, yet strikingly beautiful sales clerk into the dressing room.

  "If you need any assistance, please let me know," the sales clerk said, hanging the dress up on the wall exiting, closing the door behind her.

  After stripping down to her panties, Katrina grabbed the dress. Not being able to resist, she looked at the sales tag pinned to the back of the dress. Twelve thousand dollars! Unless this makes me look like a Goddess I'm not getting it, she silently vowed stepping into it and pulling it up.