Head Hunter: A Virgin Billionaire Reverse Romance

by Alexis Angel

My tongue pushes its way out from between my lips, reaching for his glans; touching it, I the saltiness of his precum makes me shiver, and I start to circle his tip with sensuous strokes. As his hold on my hair eases, I lean forward, tilting my head sideways and running my tongue down his shaft; I go all the way down until I can lap at his heavy balls. Opening my mouth, I suck one in, rolling it inside my mouth as I twirl my tongue around it. As I allow it out of my mouth, I go back up his shaft, this time allowing my lips to rest against his glans.

  "Here’s my mouth," I say, looking up at Liam, my lips brushing against his velvety tip as I speak. "Didn’t you want to fuck it?" He replies with a grin, the pressure of his fingers on my head intensifying. Slowly, he moves his hips forward, pushing his cock past my lips. I part them, allowing his shaft to roll over my tongue until all of his length is snuggled deep inside my mouth. Only when my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock does he pull out, his shaft moving back until only his glans rests over my tongue. Our eyes lock, and for a fraction of a second, I can almost see electric sparks in the cool air around us. Just one heartbeat after that and he slides his cock in, moving it back out in a fraction of a second. Rocking his hips, he starts to fuck my tight mouth, fulfilling his delicious promise.

  The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth scorches all the thoughts flying around my head, leaving only a warm feeling of pleasure. My eyes are closed, my brain fully occupied with how it feels to have Liam’s meaty thickness rolling over my lips and tongue, ravaging my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.

  As if guided by a God of Lust and Sin, my hands move by themselves, my fingers digging deep into Liam’s ass. Firmly grabbing him, I urge him to go faster and harder. Obliging, his cock starts going at a faster rhythm, the wet sound of his cock on my lips driving me to the edge of madness. I feel a slight spasm over my tongue and Liam finally starts slowing down, his thrusts winding down patiently.

  When he takes his cock out of my mouth, I take a deep breath, my lungs straining from the lack of air. It’s hard to remember to breathe when twelve inches of cock are ravaging your mouth, that much I can tell you.

  There’s an expression of dazzled delight on Liam’s face, and seeing all the pleasure he’s taking from using me, makes my heart beat even faster. I want him to use me more… So much more.

  He turns on his heels, my eyes following his naked body. As he moves, his perfect ass cheeks clenching, I bite my lower lip by instinct. God, I can’t help but feel lucky to be right here and right now, with this perfect slice of man. What more could I ask for? As if trying to answer my own question, the memory of the time I spent with Liam and Carter in the limo flashes behind my eyes. You could ask for that, my mind seems to say, bringing to the surface the memory of Liam and Carter’s cocks inside of my mouth.

  "Come here," Liam says, derailing my train of thought. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed, an inviting look on his face. I go up to my feet and start walking toward him, my eyes almost unable to stop looking at his hard cock. Christ, I just want to ease myself down on top of it and feel it piercing me.

  I go up to Liam, standing in front of him as my chest rises and falls, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. He reaches for me, his hands resting on my ass, and reels me in. Following his lead, I place my knees on the edge of the bed, each by the side of his waist. I sit across his lap, feeling his hard cock brushing against my navel, the desire to impale myself on it growing fiercer.

  "I know what you’re thinking," he says, looking me in the eye. "You want me inside of you, and you want it now."

  "Yes," I nod, my throat growing dry. His fingers are digging into my ass, stopping me from jumping on top of him and sliding his cock inside of my pussy. He knows that I want it bad and he’s dangling the fact that it’s going to happen soon right in front of me, teasing me.

  Still with one hand on my hip, he uses the other one to grab his cock, and then he pushes it down against my pussy. Rubbing his glans against my wet folds, he keeps his eyes focused on me, that mischievous grin on his face.

  "I want it now…" I moan, trying to thrust.

  "I can see that," he chuckles, keeping me in place. Then, a flicker of deviousness flashing in his eyes, he throws himself back on top of the mattress. "Go ahead then, do your worst, Vivian."

  That’s all I need to hear; I grab his cock and, angling it upward, I raise my hips and lower myself over it. His glans pushes against my folds and I throw my head back, gasping as I feel his thickness stretching my insides. His shaft slides inside of me easily, even though it strains against my inner walls all the way, each inch of him making my breath grow ragged.

  "Oh, God, yes," I moan, all of his thick inches lodged deep inside of me. His glans is pressed against that secret sweet spot in my pussy, and I start swaying my hips, moving them back and forth. I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his and igniting a frantic kiss; our lips part, opening up the stage for our tongues to dance and then wrestle against one another. We keep kissing until I can’t do it anymore, his cock claiming all of my attention. "Fuck…" I hiss, digging my fingernails on his chiseled pectorals.

  Sitting up straight, I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I start to ride him harder. My fingers run down from his pectorals to his abdominals, and I trace every ridge and valley in his muscles, each perfection impossible to compare… Unless, of course, we’re talking about Carter. These two can go toe-to-toe on whatever area you want to compare them in.

  Just like that, I find myself missing Carter again. Like a lingering memory in the cellar of my mind, his absence makes my heart grow tight and anxious. What I wouldn’t give for him to be here with us, his hands running all over my naked body while I keep swaying my hips, Liam’s cock fucking me. As good as Liam is, nothing can compare to how I felt during that brief moment in time, both men ready to put their differences aside and do my bidding. I know that it was good to be true, that something like that couldn’t possibly last but… That doesn’t stop me from missing that moment. To the day I die, I’ll never forget about it. Being with Liam is perfect, sure, and the same happens with Carter... But being with the two of them was simply transcendental. It was Heaven.

  "Hey, what are you thinking of?" Liam whispers, and I’m brought back to reality. I almost lie and tell him that I’m not thinking of anything, but the look in his eyes somehow brings the truth out of me.

  "Carter," I blurt out, not giving my brain enough time to filter out what I’m saying. "It was… different with him. With the two of you." Liam stays silent for a long moment, decoding my words, and I almost regret having said what I just did.

  "Yeah… It is different," he finally admits, the thorns in my heart fading away. I didn’t screw it all up by mentioning Carter, thank God. "But I’m here now."

  "You are," I smile, feeling his cock pulsing inside of me. I build up my rhythm again, pushing all thoughts of Carter to the back of my mind. It doesn’t take long for my brain to be so busy with all the information my nerve endings are sending it that I become fully focused on the now—the past and the future become abstract concepts, and all that matters is Liam.

  I ride Liam as hard as I can, willing my muscles to push past their exhaustion. Wanting to create the perfect storm in my body, I slide my hand down my stomach, and use two fingers to press down on my clit. Rubbing it while I rock my body against Liam’s, I feel the fury of pleasure building in me. I keep pushing myself, knowing that the breaking point is close.

  Liam joins forces with me, his hands on my waist as he starts to thrust; I stop moving my hips, allowing him to do the heavy lifting, and just focus on my clit. All it takes is a couple of thrusts from Liam. I throw my head back and let out a mighty scream, the sound of my voice bouncing off the walls and coming back to me. My pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing his shaft tightly, and I feel the spasms of ecstasy crawling under my skin. When the muscles in my throat start complaining from all the screaming, I resort to a low growl, pleasu
re turning into sound.

  "This was…" I start, leaning toward Liam and kissing him gently. "This was--"

  "Just the start," he says, completing my sentence. With that, he starts to thrust again, my now sensitive pussy sending stabs of pleasure and pain all over my body. I don’t even have the time to take a deep breath, but that’s okay; the payoff is big enough for me to go without it.

  "I like the sound of that," I say with a grin, slowly starting to sway my hips again. As my body recovers from the orgasm, I stop swaying and start jumping up and down his cock, his shaft piercing me violently. I go hard—as hard as can—trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

  His hands are on my ass, his fingers spread wide as he raises his hands and lowers it back down. The sound of his hand hitting my ass echoes dryly through the room, and he does it again, hard enough to leave a mark. I moan each time his hands fall on my ass, the pain running up my spine as it turns into pleasure.

  It doesn’t take long for that sinful energy to start building up in my muscles again, and I do exactly the same as before; I take two fingers and press them on my clit, rubbing it in fast anxious circles. Alongside that electric feeling I feel something else inside of me… A kind of tense pressure that urges me to go harder on my clit. And that’s exactly what I do, Liam smacking my ass once again as my cheeks bounce over his lap.

  "That’s it…" Liam whispers, and even though my eyes are closed I can feel the grin he has on his lips. "Don’t stop now, baby. Go all the way," he urges me, almost as if he knows the kind of pressure that’s building inside of me.

  When the pressure is almost too much, I hesitate, not knowing if I should go all the way, but then I remember his words, and all hesitancy goes out the window. Riding him hard and still rubbing my clit, I come with a cry of pleasure, my pussy squirting a translucent fluid.

  "Oh, God," I moan, my fingers still moving fast over my clit as I squirt. This is insane; I can’t help but think as I look down, my fluids dripping down Liam’s waist. He doesn’t seem to mind though; his satisfied smile couldn’t be any wider even if he tried.

  My muscles are still twitching when I roll to the side, completely collapsing on top of the mattress. Liam turns to me, runs his hand through my hair and lays a gentle kiss on my neck.

  "Tired?" he asks me, the tone of his voice telling me that he already knows the answer to his question.

  "Never," I respond, turning to him and kissing him. As we lock lips, he climbs on top of me, my legs parting so that he can fit his body between my thighs. He grabs both my ankles and lifts my legs up in the air, resting them over his shoulders as he leans into me. My body bends as he pushes on my legs with his shoulders, and he grabs his cock and places it right against my pussy; he leans even more, pressing his lips against mine as my legs support his weight.

  "Good," he finally says. "Because I’m not tired at all." With that, he thrusts, his cock sliding easily inside of me; the position I’m in allows him to go deeper than before, the tip of his cock pressing against my depths and fanning the bright coals of desire that carpet my mind.

  I let out a cry of pleasure and that spurs him into action - he starts to thrust immediately, moving his hips so fiercely that, even though my brain is sending the order down to my throat, I can’t stop screaming. My own fluids acting as lubricant, his cock slides in and out easily, Liam’s pace making me feel vulnerable to the jaws of ecstasy once again.

  I open my mouth—I don’t know if to moan or to scream—but all that leaves my lips is a shy groan. My muscles are becoming taut again and, even though I’ve just came, I’m almost ready to do it again. Each thrust of his pushes me closer to it, and it’s only a matter of time till I burst again.

  He keeps his body pressed against my legs, keeping them up in the air as he ravages me. The position I’m in makes it easier for his cock to reach my innermost spots, the hidden depths in me burning up. It’s so fucking easy to be consumed by ecstasy when I’m like this.

  Dangling over the edge again, I close my eyes and surrender to the sweet embrace of pleasure. I come again, my body shivering as if I were running a fever; I’m bunching up the sheets, my fingers tugging at them harshly as my body convulses. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, mercilessly using his cock to pound into me as waves of pleasure explode inside my head.

  How many times have I already come since he pressed his body against mine? I have no idea, and I don’t care; with Liam, there’s no way I can keep a count. When you’re coming more than twice in a row, it just becomes meaningless.

  Feeling my spasms coming to an end, Liam finally takes my legs out from his shoulders, and then pulls his cock out from my pussy. Kneeling between my thighs, he looks down at me.

  "Come for me, Liam…" I start to say, the words leaving my mouth before I can think them through. "Stroke yourself and come over me…" Without needing further instructions, he curls his fingers around his cock and starts jerking himself, his hand moving furiously as his eyes take in the sight of my naked—and spent—body.

  It doesn’t take him long; breathing hard through his gritted teeth, I notice his chiseled muscles bulging as they harden up, his whole body becoming as tense as a nocked arrow. His cock spasms slightly and I let out a moan of anticipation; not even a second after that, he starts to cum.

  Spraying my pussy, stomach and tits with his cum, Liam lets out a loud groan of ecstasy, never letting go of his cock. A few strands of his salty seed hit me square in the face, but most of it falls across my chest, burying both my breasts in a river of semen. I lay back as he cums all over me, my hands going to my breasts; his cock still gushing, I start squeezing my tits, rubbing them and smearing his juices all over my naked skin. It just feels right to be covered in his seed, and so I keep rubbing it all over my body until his orgasm starts to recede.

  When he finally stops, he doesn’t let go of his cock; he remains looking at me, cum dripping down his shaft and into his hand. I look into his eyes, smiling, and his lips curl upward in response.

  "That was so good. So unbelievably good," I whisper, sitting up and feeling thick strands of cum sliding down my body. Locking eyes with Liam, I rub the open palm of my hand between my breasts, until it’s completely coated in cum, and then take it to my mouth. I don’t even blink or look away from him; using only my tongue, I lick my hand dry, allowing his flavor to dance inside my mouth.

  "It was," he agrees, finally letting go of his cock and sitting next to me. "But you were right."

  "I was?"

  "Yes. I can see it in your eyes. Something’s missing." His lips turn into a serious line, and I can see him trying to escape Carter’s shadow, but failing to do so. It’s true; after the moment the three of us shared, things will never be the same. I know it; he knows it. I just wonder if Carter knows it.

  "Something’s missing," I agree, leaning in and pressing my lips against his. "But we’re here now."

  "We are. Just the two of us."

  Just the two of us… How much better would it be if I could say something slightly different? Something like... Just the three of us. It sounds so much better, doesn’t it?

  New York Daily Journal

  DRAIN THE SWAMP! JUST DON’T FORGET THE SENATOR…

  From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.

  As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…

  In perhaps what many people are calling an inevitable conclusion to the "culture of corruption" that this paper has reported on extensively, conservative and liberal lawmakers today came together in a bi-partisan effort to send a strong message to the people that the age of pay-to-play politics has ended in New York State.

  Early yesterday morning, lawyers were sent to formally deliver a notice of subpoena to Governor Carter Andrews in corruption hearings that will be held in front of the State Congressional Ethics Committee.

  At the heart of the matter is whether Governor Carter Andrews received financial assistan
ce from foreign sources in order to send jobs overseas under the guise of an environmental law. Governor Andrews is expected to be the only one who has been contacted to testify.

  From the State House to City Hall, the town of New Kingston has also followed suit and begun a petition drive to begin impeachment proceedings against Mayor Liam Jeffries. This follows allegations from high ranking Chinese officials that the mayor attempted to sell to a foreign government the Boltiador family commitment to build factories in New Kingston and sought to parlay that into a series of campaign contributions for a possible gubernatorial run in two years time. If impeached, the youngest Mayor in the history of this country will also be the youngest elected official to ever be removed from office.

  As the accusations mount and the investigations into both men begin to gain traction, observers are noting that one person has not yet been held accountable for the sordid descent that this state’s leaders are going through. Senator Vivian Hawthorne has managed to stay relatively safe despite leading both men into situations that could end their career.

  It is my considered opinion as Editor-In-Chief that we not forget the part that Vivian Hawthorne has played in corrupting these men. Openly flaunting her sexuality in front of a nation as one of its leaders, she has severely misused the trust that the citizens have placed in her. At the Daily Journal, we believe that neither men would have walked down this path toward scandal had they not been seduced and corrupted by Vivian Hawthorne.

  It stands to note that both the Governor and the Mayor had impeccable careers until they crossed paths with the Senator. It also stands to note that had the Senator not intervened, it is very probable that a solution would have quite likely been found. Instead, due to the interference of Vivian Hawthorne, both men were led astray—colluding in a manner that smacks of old-style backroom corruption, and engaging in lewd and lascivious sexual conduct that warrants censure in and of itself.