The Billionaire From Philly

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore; the ache in his balls was just too intense. Victor pulled back, licking his lips clean of Danielle’s fluids, and slithered up along her body, pressing messy kisses to her abdomen, her breasts, her lips. “You want more?” He looked down into her dark eyes and Danielle nodded eagerly, her breaths coming short and quick.

“I think you know goddamn well I want more,” she said. Victor chuckled and pushed himself up onto his knees, reaching down and easing his boxer briefs down. He saw Danielle’s gaze move straight to his hips as his cock sprung free, fully erect and hard as a rock; he could almost feel his pulse down even through his balls, it seemed—he was that turned on.

“Let me get a condom,” he said, belatedly realizing he would need one. Danielle watched him intently, almost distrustfully, as Victor leaned over and opened the drawer in his bedside table. It took him just a moment, but he found the strip of condoms he had there; he checked to make sure the one he pulled from the strip was still good, and carefully opened the packet.

Danielle sat up, giving him an arch look, and Victor, reading into her expression, handed her the slippery latex. She carefully—carefully—placed it against the tip of his cock and rolled the material down, stroking him in the process, and Victor groaned in pleasure, closing his eyes. At some point—later, he thou

ght—they would have to fool around more; she was entirely too good at touching him. But for the moment all he could think about was how much he wanted to be inside of Danielle, how much he wanted to feel her wrapped around him.

He gently pushed her onto her back once more and covered her body with his own, shifting down between her hips. Victor reached down and guided the tip of his cock up against Danielle’s slippery, hot folds, and then thrust into her, inch by inch. “Oh—oh, fuck,” Danielle said, her voice a moan as he filled her up.

Victor groaned in agreement with that sentiment; she was so hot, tight around him, her body flexing as if it wasn’t sure it wanted to keep him out or pull him deeper in, until he had penetrated almost halfway—and then it was very much like her body was pulling him in. He thrust into Danielle fully and stayed still for just a moment, savoring how she felt, the little spasms of her muscles around his cock.

Then he began to move, trying to find the rhythm that Danielle would respond to—and within moments they’d found it together, Danielle pushing her hips down, twisting them away from him in response to his movements, in perfect counterpoint. Victor kissed Danielle’s lips, her neck, down to her breasts and back up to her mouth again, holding himself up on one arm while he reached the other hand down between their bodies to stroke her clit slowly as they moved together in a tidal rhythm.

They started slow, but the friction built up between them, and Victor felt the tension down in between his hips—down along his groin, even—as they began to speed up at the same time, getting more and more turned on by the moment. He began rubbing Danielle’s clitoris more firmly as he thrust into her harder and faster, and Danielle wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her hips down to take him deeper, moaning in pleasure as he worked her with his fingers at the same time.

Victor felt the telltale signs as Danielle came closer and closer to orgasm: the way her muscles wrapped around him tightened in little spasms, the tension in her body growing more and more intense as he moved even a little harder and faster inside of her. He felt a jolt of a spasm work through her body when the tip of his cock brushed up against her pleasure center.

Healmost chuckled to himself, rubbing her clit with his fingers as he thrust a little shallowly, and then up against her inner pleasure center once more. Before long, though, he wasn’t able to hold back anymore—he let himself go, pounding into her mindlessly, touching her and kissing her all the while.

Danielle cried out in pleasure, and Victor barely kept control over his own impending orgasm as he felt Danielle’s body ripple with hers, muscles tensing all around him and her moans coming louder and deeper, as if the pleasure working through her pushed them from somewhere deep down in her chest.

He held on for a few minutes, thrusting hard and fast, rubbing her, and then the tension deep down in his balls, and deeper—in between his hips—gave way with a sensation like a jolting snap, his own climax finally cresting. He kept moving for as long as he could, coming right along with Danielle, until the last of the spasms worked through him, leaving him spent.

Victor sagged against Danielle, panting and gasping for breath, still feeling the electric jolts of the aftershocks of his climax. It had been ages since he’d come that intensely—whether on his own or with a partner—and Victor thought about an idea that he’d begun entertaining sometime after he’d mentioned to Danielle that he wanted to hire someone to be in charge of his charitable endeavors.

Save it for later, he thought—he was too pleased, too wrapped up in the warm afterglow of his climax, to even consider thinking. There would, he thought, be plenty of time for thinking later. For the moment he just wanted to recover, get rid of the used condom, clean up a bit...and maybe propose round two for them both in the shower.

Chapter5

For the first few moments after Danielle woke up, she felt almost panicked: first was the fact that she wasn’t in her own bed—but then she remembered, easily, that she’d gone home with Victor after the raid in the club and after the drinks and conversation they’d had.

Then, fast on the heels of that confusion, she thought with dread that she’d overslept her alarm, that she’d be late for work—but then remembered that it was the weekend; she had only gone out with Sam the night before because she didn’t have anywhere to be the next day, apart from a visit to the salon that afternoon.

That thought prompted the memory that Sam had only barely slipped through the police raid the night before; while he hadn’t gotten arrested in the midst of whatever it was he was doing, that didn’t mean he was completely safe either. Danielle twisted around in the bed next to Victor to make sure that he was still asleep—he was—and then carefully slipped out from under the covers, intent on finding her phone to check in.

She remembered belatedly that she’d lost everything but her panties before even entering the lush bedroom and shrugged off any shame she might have felt about walking out of the room naked.

Danielle found her purse, and then her phone; it had less than half a charge, so she told herself not to check her emails or go on Facebook—just check in with her brother and leave it at that until she could either charge the device or go home. Hey—let me know you got home okay, bro.

“You’re not leaving yet, are you?” Danielle looked up at the sound of Victor’s voice and saw him, standing naked at the entrance into the living room. He didn’t sound accusatory; mostly curious.

“No, I was just checking in with my brother,” Danielle replied. She put her phone back in her purse and realized the image she was showing to the billionaire: seated naked on his couch, her legs crossed at the ankles out of force of habit instilled in her by her grandmother, demure and shameless all at the same time.

“I was hoping to chat with you a bit,” Victor said. “Feel like staying for breakfast?” Danielle thought about it; she normally—in the few times she hooked up with anyone—tried to leave as unobtrusively as possible, preferably before her partner woke up. That ship had clearly sailed, and she had to admit that the sex the night before had been far better than any other sex she’d had in her life. Maybe he wants round two; can you blame him? And admit it, girl: you wouldn’t turn down seconds.

“I could eat,” Danielle said with a smile.

“I don’t cook much, but I can make the hell out of some breakfast,” Victor told her. “Scrambled eggs and bacon, toast and coffee—sound good?” Danielle nodded, finding that as he mentioned the menu she actually felt hungry.

“I definitely need some coffee to start,” she told him, and rose to her feet.

“Let me get you a robe,” Victor suggested. “And I’ll put something on too—not a good idea to cook naked.” She followed him back into the bedroom and Victor opened a door that apparently went to a closet about half the size of her bedroom itself, reaching in to grab two of the robes hanging just inside the door; the one he handed her was soft, jersey material with blue and yellow roses on it.

“Did this belong to an ex or something?” Danielle wasn’t entirely sure she was fond of the idea of wearing castoffs, even temporarily.

“I keep a few robes on hand in case I have someone visiting,” Victor said. “Friends, family, whatever—usually I’ll put the robe in the guest room, but you’re not in the guest room, are you?” Danielle had to smile at that and began to relax once more.