Maid for You (The Billionaire's Maid)

“Blake!” she cries my name as I rub faster.

“Unzip me and take it out, little flower. Squeeze it. Rub the cock that is going to destroy you and love you.'' My sweet girl looks like a wanton lady of the night, rocking her wet pussy against my leg. Her shaky hands unzip my pants. I watch as she slowly pulls me out, her fingers, not even close to wrapping around the girth. I hiss when she swipes her thumb over the leaking head. “Christ, baby. Fuck. I want to stuff you full of this cock and spray my son into your womb.”

“I don’t…Oh God.” Her sounds are driving me insane. No longer able to contain myself, I pull her panties to the side and slide my thumb between her sticky lips.

“You are so fucking warm, baby. This snatch is on fire isn’t it, flower?”

“Yes. Yes Blake.” she throws her head back when I slide my finger further under her, invading her tiny hole, she whimpers and rides my finger, gripping my suit jacket. I’m going to have a wet spot on my pant leg, and I don't give a shit. Her clumsy, untrained hand squeezes my cock with each rock of her hips, and I curse as he spits all over her hand.

“Spit on it, baby.”

“What?” she asks, voice soft and heavy, laden with unreached climax.

“Spit on my dick, Lilah. I want your saliva sliding down my barge, while you beat, squeeze and stroke him.” she hesitates before leaning over my cock. Her tongue comes out and swipes against the head before she does as I commanded. When her innocent little spit hits the head, I swear it feels like boiling silk, sliding down. “Ah shit baby. That’s it. Now squeeze him and make me cum.”

Together we tease and touch one another, bringing each other to the brink and back not quite making it. When she leans back and cries my name pulling my cock with her, I rip her panties from her pussy and grunt out my release spilling it all over her cunt. As my salt sprays and marks her she cries out her release, leaking over my pants.

“Blake!! Yes! Yes!” Holy shit she looks like an erotic call girl. We fall into one another, gasping for breath.

“So, fucking beautiful, baby.”

“Mmm.” she purrs into my neck.

“Sir, we are here.” Shit. She jumps, panicking, looking around us and checking herself.

“You are perfect, baby. Everything is in place. Well, except for these.” I dangle her panties from my finger before switching it out with my handkerchief. “Let’s go.” Getting out of the car before her, I grimace when the cameras begin to flash. This is the part I dreaded the most about coming here tonight. This is basically throwing her to the wolves. I hold my hand out and wait for her to reach for it. I am solely focused on her as my name is called in a melee of shouts of commands for attention. The bulbs flashing are blinding and the noise of the flash and the news reporters is annoying and unwelcome. When her hand touches mine and she finally emerges from the car, I am aware of the wondering whispers and speculation compiled with shock. I never bring dates to events.

She clings to me as she gains her equilibrium. I don’t move until she has righted herself. When she smiles at me, I know she is ready. I entwine our fingers and kiss her hand. Placing my forehead on hers, I silently apologize for putting her in the spotlight. “Are you ready baby?”

“As ready as I will ever be.” nodding I put one hand on her back, with her other hand in mine. It makes for an interesting photo I know, but I want to be touching her all night, making sure she knows I am with her. I don’t pause us to pose, this is not what this is. She is mine. I refuse to share her, even for a coordinated snapshot.

“Governor Cochran, who is the woman? Is she your girlfriend? Who is her family?”

“Governor Cochran, do you have a rebuttal to the statement about your engagement to the Folgers Heiress?” Lilah stumbles at that question, not obvious but enough that I felt it. Damn it! I am not going to let her go into the party thinking this bullshit.

“Yes! I have a statement. I am not nor have I ever been engaged to anyone. However, as soon as this beautiful lady lets me put my ring on her finger, you will be the first to know. Now if you would excuse us.” I turn from the camera and take her mouth in a kiss meant to send a statement for all who see the photo. She is fucking off limits to gossip and scandal. She belongs to me.