The Billionaire From Philly

Victor reached down, his fingers tangling in amongst the braids she’d put her hair into, not tugging but holding her lightly as she began to work him with her mouth. “Oh—fuck, it is...fuck, it is not fair how good you are at that,” Victor mused, moaning as Danielle reached up with her other hand to cup his balls.

She knew—after a few months of constant sex with him—exactly what Victor liked, and as Danielle went to work, sucking and licking the man she cared about, she felt herself getting more and more turned on, fueled by the sense of power she had at the knowledge that she was bringing him closer and closer to or

gasm. Danielle also knew all the signs of Victor’s arousal mounting in him, knew what it was like as he came close to climax, and she consciously, carefully kept him right at the edge—backing off and slowing down just enough to keep him from tumbling into orgasm.

When Victor had had enough of her teasing, he gently pushed her away, lifting Danielle onto her feet. She was unsteady for a moment from a mixture of the long time kneeling and the heat of the shower, and Victor took advantage of her brief dizziness to push her up against the wall, spreading her legs wide. It was—clearly—her turn to be tortured in the best possible way. Victor kissed her lips eagerly, and then moved down along the column of her throat, to her breasts, lingering there to claim each of her nipples in turn with his lips and tongue.

Then Victor sank down to his knees in front of her and Danielle struggled to keep her eyes open as he gently peeled apart her labia, looking up at her with mischief in his eyes the moment before he buried his face against her pussy. Water pelted down against her skin from all directions as Victor sucked and licked, the tip of his tongue barely missing her clit—and she knew it was on purpose.

Danielle moaned, her hands finding the top of Victor’s head and then tangling in his hair as he held her up against the wall, devouring her as if her pussy were an overripe peach, ready to fall apart in his grasp and dripping with juices. He pulled as much of her into his mouth as possible, his tongue sliding up and down along her inner labia, not quite penetrating her, teasing her relentlessly.

Danielle’s knees went weak but she managed to stay up as Victor worshipped her with his mouth, his tongue darting up to flick against her pleasure center and then descending to her inner labia to barely penetrate her, and back again. Danielle’s eyes closed as Victor worked her with his mouth and then his fingers, sliding two inside of her as he focused his efforts on her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh—oh, fuck,” Danielle cried out, hearing her own voice echoing back into her ears as Victor sucked her clitoris into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking against the bead of nerves steadily and fast. His fingers curled inside of her, rubbing against her inner walls, pushing slightly deeper until he found her inner pleasure center.

Danielle nearly fell as Victor worked her, sucking and licking and rubbing her g-spot with his fingertips inside of her; she came closer and closer to climax and then tumbled over the edge, her whole body going tense and then flashes of sensation coursing through her veins as her inner muscles flexed and released in erratic spasms. She struggled to keep herself upright as the waves of pleasure washed through her, blanking out any thought about anything other than how good what Victor was doing to her felt.

When the orgasm finally began to ebb, Victor continued to hold her up as Danielle sagged against the wall, barely able to support herself, panting and gasping. “I...I didn’t know you wanted…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Victor chuckled, rising slowly to his feet to hold her body against his.

“Well I thought it might be fun to get you off first, before we go onto other things,” he said. Danielle rolled her eyes, grinning at him.

“I thought the ‘other things’ would involve getting each other off,” she said. Victor grinned, kissing her lightly on the lips.

“Well I wanted to make sure you were good and relaxed,” he told her. Danielle laughed.

“I am definitely relaxed,” she agreed.

“Then I think we can move on from the shower, don’t you?” Danielle looked around them; she had actually—somewhat—forgotten that they were still in the shower. She chuckled.

“Yeah, I think we’re done in here,” she said. She reached down and found the thick hardness of Victor’s cock. “Unless you want to get off too?”

“No, not yet,” Victor said. “I’d much rather come inside you.” He kissed her and Danielle was tempted to stay right where they were, to see if Victor was able to hold her up against the wall like before—only while buried inside of her, instead of kneeling in front of her. Instead, she let him turn off the water and shivered for a moment before grabbing the towels for them just outside the shower stall.

Victor took one, but instead of wrapping it around himself, he began drying her off, and for a few moments they stood in the steamy confines together, teasing each other with the towels, rubbing and caressing and stroking each other’s bodies. Danielle felt her arousal building up again, desire humming along her veins, and she couldn’t wait to feel Victor inside of her again. Any thought of what had been bothering her before they got into the shower again was completely gone from her mind.

She followed him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and they tumbled onto the bed together, touching and caressing each other everywhere. She kissed everywhere her lips could reach: along Victor’s neck, his chest, his shoulders, as her hands trailed downward towards his hips and then found his erection. She wrapped her fingers around Victor’s hot, hard cock and began to stroke him eagerly, feeling the slickness as his precum began to flow.

“It’s still early,” Victor observed, nibbling along the column of her throat, up to her ear.

“Yeah, so?” Danielle pushed her hips down as his hand slipped up between her legs to tease her.

“So, we can go like this as long as you want,” Victor told her, nipping sharply at her earlobe.

“I think I’m more than ready to go most of the night,” Danielle countered, her breath catching in her throat as Victor’s teeth caught the sensitive spot just below her jaw.

“We’ll have to stop and eat at some point,” Victor said playfully. Danielle chuckled, breathless.

“We will—but right now all I want is to feel you in me.” Victor shifted his hips, settling between her legs, and pushed her hand away.

“I think we can make that happen,” Victor said, guiding the tip of his cock up against her slick, slippery folds. Danielle moaned softly, feeling the heat of him against her sensitive inner labia. He pressed the tip of his cock against her clit and Danielle moaned a little more loudly, pushing her hips down instinctively.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and then—all at once—Victor was sliding into her, filling her up inch by inch. Danielle pushed her hips down to meet his thrust, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. They moved together, falling into the same rhythm, touching each other and kissing each other; Danielle couldn’t have remembered what had happened earlier that day if she had even wanted to, if she tried.

They continued teasing each other, one or the other slowing down just enough to keep the other one from hitting climax, feeling the tension mounting between them as they both became more and more turned on by the moment. Danielle struggled to hold back as Victor began thrusting harder and faster inside of her, one of his hands reaching down between their bodies to find her clit and begin stroking her there, as he held himself up on top of her on the other hand and both knees.

She wanted to make sure they came at the same time—she knew that if she let Victor have his way, he’d get her off a second time before letting himself get off, and she wanted to keep things as close to even between them as possible. It was a kind of unspoken competition between the two of them to see which could get the other one off more, and Danielle was not going to let even the man she loved win by default.

Finally, just when she was certain she couldn’t last much longer, Danielle could feel the tension reaching a breaking point in Victor’s body. She flexed her inner muscles around him, trying to get him to hit climax before her, but just the act of doing that—mixed with the feeling of him inside of her already, and the jolts of pleasure from his fingertips against her clit—sent her over the edge. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten all at once and then the tension broke, and she tumbled over into climax, moaning with pleasure against Victor’s neck.