Faking For Mr. Pope (City Billionaires Book 1)

by Coco Miller

  I’m like an open book. Even though I’m trying to hide the pain that’s buried inside of me, I’m not doing a good job of it. A tear escapes my eye as I whisper, “Make it go away.”

  He nods his head and says, “With pleasure, baby.”

  He bends down and I expect him to take off my dress. I start doing it in anticipation, but instead, he pulls my legs to the edge of the bed and he licks a path up my leg.

  Taking his time, nibbling on my sensitive flesh, he doesn’t stop until he’s reached between my legs.

  Right at the spot where I want him the most.

  “Ahhhh!”

  I scream out more in shock as his touch sends a wave of pleasure sizzling through me. Not only once, but twice as he starts to do it again and again. He works the whole length of me as he caresses my dripping opening with long, soft strokes. I hold on to the edge of the bed to stabilize myself. I expected him to kiss me some more. Touch me. Stroke me. Then take away my virginity and set me free. I never imagined him to be fucking me with his tongue. Not like this; it just didn’t enter my mind.

  “You’re so fucking sweet.” He gasps as he breaks away and all I can do is moan and start to grind myself against him. It’s as if I’m coming apart at the seams with every stroke, each lick peeling me away just a little more. I reach out my hands, desperate to pull him in, but he takes them off him.

  “I want to control your pleasure. No hands. Hold something else, but not me.”

  I’m shocked by his revelation, and I put my hands back on the sides of the bed and pull at the covers underneath me.

  “Ah, feels so good.”

  He pushes one finger inside me and strokes my clit. Then his tongue starts to make a delicate eight pattern across my swollen bud; my muscles start to tense up as I feel an explosion build deep within. The same one that happens when I touch myself at night, but not like this. This one’s elevated ten times more.

  “Fuck!” I scream out as I start to cross the line. I’m going past the point of no return. My body buckles as I lose my vision as I rock against him. I make animal noises, spitting words that I never even knew were in my mind. I feel like a dirty girl. A bad one as I just kept crossing the point of no return.

  I’ve touched myself. Even made myself come on occasion, but it never felt like this. It was completely different, and as I try and get my breath back, I want to open my eyes and look at him. I want to see what he’s doing, but I can’t as I blink furiously trying to see again.

  Finally I see him standing on the edge of the bed, watching me with a smile, and his dark eyes just seem fascinated by my movement. I want to say something, but I can’t as I can see his big cock covered in a condom coming in my direction.

  “Not now. I need to recover.”

  He winks. “You’re talking. That means you’ve recovered.”

  “I can’t, Nicholas. I need to take my dress off at least.”

  Funnily enough, I notice that he’s naked and I’m the one that’s fully covered. He rips my dress from the middle. I take the sleeves from my arms and he smiles.

  “Now we’re both naked.”

  He didn’t even stop as he lowers himself down toward me and I knew his cock would be huge. Just like everything about him, it was perfect. I knew that nothing would be a disappointment.

  I start to feel a stretching sensation as he slowly lowers inside of me. It burns my tender skin, and I’m trying to look as if I’m an expert in these matters, but the pain’s too much to bear as I cry out.

  “It hurts.”

  He freezes for a moment, then starts to pull out, but it feels as if it takes forever and with my eyes filled with tears he says, “Shit, I knew it. The way that you were screaming earlier, I should have known.”

  He moves to the side of me. “Fuck me. You’re a virgin, Keisha?”

  I shake my head. “Not after you entered me. I stopped being one, right?”

  He turns me to face him. “Why did you go on with it? Why didn’t you tell me to stop?”

  I laugh through my tears. “Because I thought that if I did, then you wouldn’t want me. I want you to want me, and I don’t work for you anymore. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me, and I don’t want it to stop. I want to lose my virginity to you. Take me,” I plead, and I ignore how I was feeling a few minutes ago and think about what I truly want. “What I need is for you to take me.”

  I can’t believe I want him so badly.

  “I feel as if I’m taking advantage of you. That’s not my style. This is too much for you. It’s not right. You should do this with someone you love.”

  I shake my head as I see him reaching for his pants.

  “Nicholas, I know no one here. I always feel alone. I never feel safe. I just want to feel the way that you made me feel a few minutes ago. You want me to wait another twenty-one years for that?”

  “You’re sure?”

  I can tell he wants to say yes. He just needs a push.

  “I can’t believe that I’m begging you to do this but please fuck me. I’m sure.”

  He laughs. “I can’t believe that I’m actually considering doing this. I must be getting soft in my old age.”

  I stroke down and see that his dick is becoming limp and say, “Can we start again please?”

  He nods. “I’m going to be gentle now that I have all the necessary information.”

  “Good.” I smile, not giving him a chance to talk himself out of it again. I start to lightly stroke his penis.

  “I wanted to fuck you so badly,” he moans in pleasure.

  “Then do it.”

  He shakes his head. “No, it’ll rip you apart. I’m not that kind of guy. Guys want virgins all the time. I just never get it. I want us to enjoy tonight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Then be gentle.” I smile as he turns and slowly starts to lower himself on me once again. This time my body doesn’t reject him, but the muscles begin to flex and ripple while drawing him in. It’s as if taking that short break has allowed my body to accept my fate tonight. My pussy starts to get wet, and as it does, his cock seems to glide inside of me.

  I explore his body, no longer focusing on what’s going on below, but enjoying it as my fingers start to dance across his chest. I’m savoring the warmth and slickness of his skin. Nicholas’s enjoying me as much as I’m enjoying him as he no longer holds back, but leans into me and seals his lips over mine and then shoots his tongue inside my mouth.

  I can’t move. I feel trapped and I should feel scared, but I feel the complete opposite as Nicholas’s on top of me, controlling me.

  “Fuck, yes, baby. I can’t believe that you’re taking all of it.”

  Neither can I but it feels amazing.

  “You okay?” he asks, trying to be considerate of my feelings, and I nod my head as I rock my hips back and forward, allowing him to go deeper. It’s a ticket for him to say that he’s not hurting me. Not the way he did when he first entered, but I know that it was all in my head. I was thinking that he was hurting me, but as soon as I gave him complete control, my pussy adjusted to his size.

  He starts to fuck me harder as his body crushes against mine. He’s grinding my clit as he hammers his cock against what I think is my G-spot.

  “Yes,” I scream out, feeling as if I’ve won the lottery. Nicholas’s breathing changes as it comes in short spurts and there is a low growl from his throat. I know what this means; I don’t need to be experienced to know that he is coming too. I can feel it vibrating through my body. He starts to thrust wildly, and it’s as if he is losing control.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” he pants as his rhythm seems to be completely out of control.

  “Me too.”

  But it isn’t the first time that I’ve come since we’ve started. When his tongue was on my pussy I came. I’m gripping onto him, scared about the orgasm that’s going to rip through me. Nicholas gives me one final pump as I dig my fingernails into his back hard. He is no longer worrying about pinning my h
ands or even trying to control me as he completely lets go.

  My pussy clenches every last drop of his come and I feel as if a tidal wave has torn through my body. I thought that I had come, but the realization that I’d only just started and hadn’t reached the point of no return rips through me. I curl my toes as I start to feel breathless and limp.

  Nicholas collapses on the other side of me. I turn to see that he’s panting and sweaty. It makes me feel good to know that he worked hard trying to please not only me but himself too.

  He looks at me and says, “For a virgin, you had me working hard.”

  I lift up my head. “Is that good or bad?”

  He shakes his head, laughing and then takes the condom off of his dick. “It was so intense. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  He sits up, and puts a gentle hand on my back, running his fingers over my skin. “Did I?”

  I shake my head. “No, you just surprised me.”

  “Oh? Why?”

  “Because when you pinned me down, I thought that I'd be scared. I thought that I would want you to stop.”

  “But you didn’t?”

  I shake my head, feeling ashamed about my admission that being treated like a prisoner turned me on even more.

  He winks at me. "Don't feel ashamed for admitting what pleases you, there's nothing wrong with that."

  Then he kisses me on the shoulder.

  "I'm just going to the bathroom."

  I need to do that too, but for now while he's gone, I just sit and smile. I'm no longer a virgin. I'm officially a woman, and it feels good to give it to someone like Nicholas. Someone who knew how to make me feel more like a woman than I've ever felt in my life.

  11

  Nicholas

  I go back to the bedroom, remembering my manners. “Sorry, the bathroom’s through there if you want to clean up.”

  She nods, but then as she gets off the bed she whispers, “I don’t know how I’m going to leave.”

  “Sorry?”

  She sighs. “When we were at the store, I put my suit and shoes in the back of the limo, but then you told the driver to bring your car, and now you’ve managed to rip the dress that you bought me…”

  I can tell that her mind is working overtime probably thinking about what’s going to happen now, but she doesn’t have to worry about anything. She isn’t a one night type of girl for me.

  I put my hand on her shoulder. “I’m not going to kick you out.”

  She sighs again, her eyes glancing up at me. “I know you wouldn’t do that, but I need to leave somehow and…”

  “We’ll figure that out after you get in the shower and have some rest.”

  “Oh, so I’m not leaving now?”

  “Keisha…”

  I throw the blanket that she’s using to cover her body to the side and then I cup her ass. “I’m not done with you yet. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m not sure if I can stop. Well, not this weekend, that’s for sure.”

  I expect her to protest and tell me that she has plans, but she says nothing and just looks at me with those dazzling almond eyes.

  “You see there’s so much I want to do to you.”

  “More?” She’s so innocent, it drives me insane, but in a good way.

  “One step at a time. Now, use whatever towel you need to freshen up. Get some rest and then by the time I finish with you, you won’t even remember that you were a virgin before you stepped in here.”

  She laughs as she moves away from my grip. “I’m starting to forget it already.”

  “I do have one condition,” I say as I grab hold of her arm.

  She looks frightened as she says, “What?”

  “What goes on in this room. This house. Stays that way.”

  She chokes. “That won’t be hard, because I don’t have anyone to tell.”

  Keisha doesn't wait for me to respond as she moves away from me and heads into the bathroom. I feel as if there was a double meaning to her words. She didn’t just mean that she doesn’t have friends. I think she meant that she has no one to talk to.

  Either way, I don’t understand it and then I decide that I’m getting carried away. I’m treating her as if this a long term thing. That’s not the case; I just find her interesting. Different from any woman that I’ve ever known and that’s the fact that scares me the most.

  The fact I’ve told her I want her to stay the weekend.

  And the fact that I’m so fucking curious about her.

  I’m breaking all of my rules, but then it’s only one weekend. What can it hurt to let my dick enjoy the pleasure of her company from Friday night until Sunday?

  * * *

  As she comes back to the bed, I can smell the strawberry shower gel scent all over her skin and I can’t help but explore her body. Once in a while, I have a lady guest staying over. Not often, but every once in a blue moon, so I keep the odd feminine fragrance and shower gel for them.

  I slowly slip my hand from her butt as she’s holding onto the pillow for damn life. There’s something erotic about a woman being on top of a pillow. I always have visions of me being the one that’s underneath her.

  Her silky soft skin doesn’t flinch as my finger traces around her nipple on display. She opens her eyes and watches me. I move closer toward her, because I want to be inside of her once again. I thought that I’d take a break, but I move her against my throbbing presence as I start to grow hard again.

  “Don’t you ever get tired?”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe you took too long in the shower.” I smile.

  I completely peel back the sheet, showing the length of my hardness. She starts to explore it as she strokes it.

  “It’s so big. I can’t believe that was inside of me.”

  I nod my head. “If you keep doing that, then I won’t have a chance to put the condom on.”

  “Really?” she asks as she raises her eyebrows and she’s no longer stroking, but jacking me off. She’s fucking teasing and driving me mad.

  “Put your mouth where your fingers are.”

  She hesitates for a minute and then I let out a groan as Keisha’s fingers close around my shaft. She starts jerking it, the same way she was doing a couple of seconds ago. This time I put the pillow behind my head, ready to enjoy the ride.

  “Have you done this before?”

  She shakes her head and I burst out, “Jesus. Where’ve you been, girl? In a convent?”

  She ignores me as she leans closer to my tip and then I can feel her breath on my skin. I look up and her eyes are staring up at me. She draws my cock closer to her and bites it slowly.

  “Fuck.”

  She laughs. “Not yet.”

  I feel like turning her around and taking her right now, but I know that this must be a big deal for her, going down on my dick. So I let her carry on as her mouth starts to take control and it feels soft and wet. I close my eyes at the sensation of it all. It feels like fucking heaven. She hesitates for a second and then it’s as if she starts to enjoy herself without any coaching. She starts to find her rhythm and relaxes and takes me in deeper. Soon nearly a third of my cock is down her throat.

  “Yes,” I growl as her tongue starts teasing and moving around my shaft.

  Fuck, she was born to suck my cock. Everything just comes to her so naturally. I’m not sure if I can let her go after this weekend. I’m not sure if I could stomach allowing another man feel this pleasure.

  Her mouth feels like fucking magic as she starts to move from side-to-side giving me the sucking of my life. Her hand goes into action as her mouth sends waves of pleasures through me. Then her other hand joins it and she’s working the fucking length of my shaft.

  “Shit, I’m so fucking close.”

  I didn’t think that she could pull it off. I thought she’d say she’s tired or couldn’t do it. But this virgin — ex-virgin — has started sucking on my cock and now, as my knees start to buck, I start to feel light-headed as Keisha’s pushing me to the p
oint of no return. There’s a pressure building in my balls.

  “Holy fuck,” I shout out thinking Keisha will stop sucking me and move away knowing that any second I’m about to explode but she doesn’t. It’s as if it encourages her to do more and she starts to speed up and hone in on my swollen head. She’s moving her tongue, caressing every part of my sensitive nerves. It just gets a bit too much and with a roar, I explode into her mouth.

  I try to get up, but I can’t as my cock just jerks more and more. It’s as if it takes everything out of me as I come in her mouth. I bet she’s moved by now. There’s no way that she could have taken the whole load. I can’t even think straight as I feel as if every last drop of energy inside me has been sucked out.

  It seems that not only did Keisha lose her virginity this weekend, but I came in more ways than I thought was possible and there’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight. Not until I’ve come just like I did right now. I never thought I would think this, but she did ask if I ever got tired. She’s about to find out that I do. I need to fucking take a nap, because this young girl has really made me feel like an old man by what she did with her heavenly mouth just now.

  12

  Keisha

  We’re sitting at the breakfast table like a couple of strangers. I can’t believe that I’ve spent nearly the whole weekend in Nicholas Pope’s bedroom. From Friday night until this morning we’ve been together. I didn’t think that we had anything in common or could enjoy each other’s company, but it’s as if we’ve known each other forever.

  “A penny for your thoughts,” he says as he gazes at me. We’re supposed to be eating breakfast so he can drop me at home and he can go to work. The place that I would have been going with him up until last Friday. The same day that I lost my job and ended up in bed with my boss.

  “Sorry, that’s rude. I didn’t even realize that I was staring into space.” I can’t tell him what’s really on my mind.

  “I must admit that I don’t feel like going into the office right now…” He’s about to say something else, but as he moves his chair closer to mine he strokes my arm. “You did have a good time, didn’t you?”