Maid for You (The Billionaire's Maid)

“Get on your knees, Lilah. I haven’t been in that pussy for twenty-four fucking hours and if you don’t want me to hurt you, I need to take the edge off.” I throw a cushion on the floor and help her down. “Good girl. Did you miss me today?” she nods her head, still looking like a deer in headlights. “I missed you too, flower. So damn much.” I smack her across the lips with my cock, watching the streak of white glisten from her lips as he leaks in anticipation. Her lids lower and she peeks her tongue out, tasting the cream that is going to make her a mom. “Jesus. No wonder all the empires in history have fallen.” I smack her lips again, watching as they redden and swell. With each smack, she licks it off and her cheeks blush more. When she reaches down between her legs, I lose the little control I had. “Don’t touch my pussy, Lilah. She is not yours anymore. Now open your mouth, greedy girl.”

She turns into someone else when I call her that. I watch her transform into a woman who knows her power. I try to ease into her mouth, slowly introduce them, let her get used to the intrusion, but she meets my thrust and gag right off. I pull back, wanting to give her air, but she follows the movement, not giving up. “Hollow your cheeks, baby. Use your tongue and lick him.” Her nostrils flair before using him like a sucker from the drugstore. I curse, my knees buckling as she acquaints herself and uses me to find her strength. When she closes her eyes and attempts to take me into the back of her throat, I forget for a second that she is young and inexperienced. Gripping the back of her head, I deep throat her, drowning in the vortex of her tonsils, and the suction she has created. When she smacks my thigh, my eyes open and I realize she can’t breathe. “Shit. I am so sorry, baby. God damn it.” I remove my cock and bring her to her feet. She looks me in the eye, and I see lust and a new awakening.

Saliva dripping from her mouth and down her chin, soaking her shirt. Hair disheveled and matted to her face from the sweat and she is still the most beautiful flower I have ever seen. “Step out of your panties, baby.” I caress her cheek, something I do often. She is simply precious. She bends and removes them, handing them to me. I bring it to my nose and groan when the wetness she dripped into it touches my face. “I should turn this into a moisturizer, dirty girl. Invest in a skincare company and make lotion just for me out of your pussy juice.” She licks her lips and squeezes her legs together. “Turn around and bend over. This is going to be hard and fast, baby. I have to nut inside of you once before I can make love to you.” she turns like the good girl she is and bends over. We might not have been able to fuck in two days as her pussy healed, but we certainly have gotten used to one another’s bodies. And she, my little flower, has taken to being licked, sucked, and touched in many ways and places. She has a not so obvious submissive streak that I have tapped into over the last few days and though I have never fashioned myself a man that needs that, with her, I need EVERYTHING!

“Blake.” God, I love when she calls for me.

“I am here baby.” I kick her legs apart and slam inside of her. We both shout into the air, that initial contact like a sharp electrical zing. “Fuck, Lilah. Your pussy is on fire, baby. This greedy cunt was horny, huh, baby?”

“Yes. Yes.” she cries while I fuck her, using her body for my pleasure sleeve. I feel her hand touch my dick as she rubs her clit and I smack her ass, loving that it makes her wetter. “That’s right, baby. God damn. Make yourself come. Fuck. Come Lilah, I can’t wait.” Gripping her hips, I pull her on and off my cock like a fucking Nascar driver, racing toward the finish line. I know the moment she comes because she gushes all over me, dripping down my balls and legs.

“BLAKE!!!” she screams, and I roar like a savage lion breeding the queen of his herd.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!” Done. I am done. This girl has stripped me and made me a new man. We both fall to the floor, my cock still inside of her as she sits on my lap, head on my shoulder breathing from the marathon.

“How was your day, flower?”