Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

“Tell me then.”

“I want your tongue in my pussy, Spencer,” I gasped.

Hearing those words come out of my mouth, dripping with absolute need surprised me. It did sound nice though – despite the fact that his cock sounded even better. He didn't give me a chance to say anything more though, before his tongue flicked at my still sensitive clit.

I jumped, a giggle escaping my throat as the shockwaves washed over me. Instead of going straight for the clit though, Spencer focused on my opening, sliding his tongue deep inside of me, but still not satisfying my absolute need for his cock. Still, as he licked and sucked on my wet, swollen lips, I writhed against the bed, pulling at my restraints as I cried out.

His tongue slipped easily inside of me, moving around and touching me in some of my most sensitive spots. He knew exactly what to do and how to use his mouth to drive me absolutely crazy, but it only served to make me want him that much more. I wanted him – all of him – deep inside of me, so I begged again.

“Please, Spencer,” I cried, squirming against him.

“Please what?” he asked, looking up at me from between my legs.

His face was covered in my juices, and he licked his lips as if enjoying every last drop.

“I need you inside of me,” I said.

I writhed, arching my back upward as my pussy ached with a need to be filled by him.

I thought he might deny me, but Spencer smiled and said, “Of course, baby,” he said. “I can't wait to be deep inside you.”

Hearing him talk like that sent a shudder throughout my entire body. When he pulled down his pants, I stared at him for a moment, taking in the beauty of his erection. He was nice and thick, with just enough length to get deep inside as he fucked me really good. His dick was already dripping with pre-cum, and I needed that – all of it – inside of me.

Spencer didn't make me wait a second longer. He climbed on top of me, his button-up shirt still on, and rubbed himself between my thighs. I was so wet, my pussy was dripping for him, so when he pressed himself against my opening, my body welcomed him happily.

Still, he was so wide, his cock stretched me open and caused me to gasp. Spencer's eyes fluttered, and a low grunt escaped his lips as he buried himself, balls deep, inside of me at last. There was a pinch of pain that meshed with an overwhelming rush of pleasure that made everything feel so much more vibrant. I felt him twitch inside of me, and I gripped him with my muscles, clenching my pussy tightly around him, which brought out a deep, thunderous growl from him that took me by surprise.

“Damn, you're tight,” he said.

Slowly, he started moving in and out of me, each stroke seeming to go deeper than the last. I wrapped my legs around his body and met his thrusts, arching myself upward along with him. We found a rhythm that worked for us as he stared deep into my eyes, our bodies moving together and enjoyed the feeling of being connected.

Spencer adjusted our position, holding my hips down with his hands so he could thrust as deep as possible. I cried out, trying to break free from the restraints, to remove his shirt so I could touch him, s I could feel his flesh beneath my fingers. Seeing my struggle, Spencer smirked and continued fucking me as hard and fast as he could.

After a few minutes, he leaned down, still buried inside of me, and untied my hands. As soon as they were free, I was fighting with the buttons on his shirt, trying to rip it off him so I could see him completely naked.

His thrusts were getting more and more desperate though, and my own body was on the verge of exploding as well, but I needed to see him, all of him. I fumbled with the last few buttons on his shirt, the last one popping off in my hand. If Spencer cared, he didn't let it show. I ripped the dress shirt off his shoulders at long last, and stared at his glistening, tanned chest. His muscles moved and flexed under his skin as he continued fucking me with everything he had.

His face contorted, twisting into a look of absolute bliss. I knew he was close. So was I.

“I'm going to come,” he groaned, starting to pull out.

As he spoke those words, my own orgasm hit me hard, like a towering wave, and I wrapped my legs firmly around his waist.

“No, no, don't stop,” I screamed. “I'm coming, Spencer... please don't stop.”

My words turned to nothing but garbled screams as he buried himself deep into me one final time. He let out an animalistic groan, and I knew, in that moment, that he'd spilled his seed deep inside of me. I knew I shouldn't have let it happen, but it felt so good as we came together. The connection was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before, and it left me gasping and lightheaded.

We stared into each other's eyes as he emptied his balls inside of me, collapsing once both of us were spent.

“Damn, that was amazing,” he said.

He kissed my forehead, both of us covered in sweat. My body ached in places I didn't even know possible. He slipped his cock out of me, and there was a warm rush of fluid that followed. I'd never let a man come inside of me before and it felt crazy intimate.

A moment later, panic set in – I wasn't on any kind of birth control. Not wanting to stress him out in that moment, I decided I'd get the morning after pill the next day. It would be fine. Everything would be fine.

My boss curled up beside me, pulling me into him and kissed the top of my head. He held onto me as our bodies relaxed into one another, finally relieving all that pent-up desire once and for all.

I knew that later I'd have to deal with the morning after pill, along with telling Charles I couldn't go out to dinner with him. Even if Spencer and I never hooked up again, once had been enough. I couldn't date his business partner too, it wasn't right. Besides, it's not like I really wanted Charles anyway. Not the way I'd wanted Spencer.