Christmas with the Billionaire

She made him crazy, not just because she was as sexy as fuck, but she was real, feisty, damaged, and complicated. He wanted all of her, the good and the bad. What he wouldn’t tell her was that her reluctance brought back memories of his own trauma. He didn’t want to lose her, didn’t want her to walk away because their relationship was too much effort.

He bent down, pulling her navy pencil skirt down to the ground along with her panties. Adam rubbed his face against her bare pussy, making her squeal and brace his shoulders.

“Adam. Someone could walk in.”

“It’s my office. They wouldn’t dare.”

“But—”

“No buts. As far as I’m concerned, you were fair game as soon as you entered my office. Now I’m going to fuck you right on my desk.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Good, she was finally speechless.

Now on one knee, he swiped his tongue up along her folds, and she nearly collapsed. Adam rose to his feet and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the oversized oak desk. He set her on the edge, then used his arm to clear off the space, his office supplies falling to the ground.

“Hold your legs open for me.”

She kept looking to the side, likely paranoid all the other buildings had a perfect vantage point to view their illicit act. Personally, he didn’t give a shit. Right now, all his focus was on enjoying himself and pleasuring Alora.

He devoured her immediately. She gasped, arching up and reaching out for anything to ground her. He gripped her thick thighs and licked, sucked, and tongued her pussy until she was begging him to come. Adam enjoyed teasing her, bringing her to the brink, then pausing long enough to get her feisty and wanton.

“Adam!”

“Say please,” he said.

“Please! I can’t take it anymore.”

He obliged her, suckling her clit without reprieve until she gasped, every muscle in her core going rigid as her orgasm rode through her body. He only stood back up once she settled, her body pliant and spent. She looked up at him through hooded eyes as he unzipped his suit pants. He was already rock hard, his cock springing free the moment he released it.

“I like you better like this. No alcohol to dull my experience. You’re even more perfect than I thought you were.” His memories of their one night together were hazy. He wanted to experience every moment. She was his ultimate fantasy, the only woman he wanted to keep forever.

He poised himself between her legs, then grabbed the root of his cock. Adam moistened the head of his erection in her overflow of juices and then filled her to the hilt. Her tight walls hugged him like a glove. He gritted his teeth, the rush of pleasure hitting him hard.

“Nice and tight,” he said. “I love your body.”

He fucked her, holding on to her hips as he pistoned in and out of her sweet little cunt. She mewled and writhed, reaching out to touch him.

“Kiss me,” she said.

He leaned over, taking her mouth, kissing her with all the passion he felt. It had been a long week trying to get her attention. He knew she was pulling away for the wrong reasons, and he was ready to follow her into hell, if need be.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers combing into his hair. “You’re so big. I feel so full.”

He tongued the shell of her ear. “I’m all yours.”

“Promise?”

Adam was close. He picked up the momentum, fucking her harder, faster. He wanted to fill her with his cum, marking her, claiming her. No other man would have Alora but him. If he’d known she was a virgin last week, he would have done things differently, taken things slower.

He reached between them, circling her clit with his thumb.

“Come for me, Alora. I want to feel you milk my cock.”

As soon as she cried out, the walls of her pussy contracting around him, he let go. He tightened his grip on her hips as he rammed into her. When he finally released inside her beautiful body, he groaned aloud. As he briefly collapsed over her, her arms came around him—gentle and accepting.

He didn’t want her to keep running from him.

“What now?” she whispered.

He didn’t want to move. Not now, not ever. They were practically strangers, but this was the most genuine affection he’d ever received in his life.

“You come over this week and start my painting. Help me turn my condo into a home.”

“I mean with us. What are we exactly? Is this an affair? Am I your girlfriend or a dirty little secret? I’ve never done anything like this.”

He leaned away and helped her to sit up. She began to fix her outfit and toy with her hair.

Adam smirked. “Girlfriend? That could work … for now.”