Playboy Billionaire

ANTONIO

Ican’t say I even really know why, but I’ve lost control. Completely helpless. And instead of hating my life, I fucking love it because the one controlling me provides immense pleasure that I’ve never really gotten from anyone else. (And I’ve fucked a lot of women. A lot.)

Her soft hands gripping the length of my hard cock is too much for me to bear. I’m fucking thrilled to see her naked. She’s even more perfect than I thought. Nothing I say could do her justice. Just trust me, she’s unreal.

So, we’re on the floor, panting and moaning in a way that makes chills run up my back. Her nails scratch down my chest, searching for something to pull me closer as the pleasure builds so immensely I’m barely breathing. She’s so fucking wet and tight, it makes me want to fuck her right here on the kitchen floor. But I hold back, though I think she’d let me by the sexy look in her captivating eyes. She’s hooked on me, and now, I’m just about the same.

Her breathing picks up until she’s panting my name, and then fear drops into the pit of my stomach when I hear footsteps coming up to the front door. I pull my fingers out of her, and she’s about to demand I put them back when she hears the key being inserted into the door.

“Fuck.” I whisper, springing up so quickly that I nearly fall back down. I open the fridge to cover myself, grab our clothes off the floor, and toss the pile to her as she scoots behind the island and throws on my t-shirt.

The last lock clicks as it slides into the door, and I’m shaking in the freezer as Stella rummages through the rest of the clothes to find my underwear. Just as she grabs it and tosses it to me, the door opens.

“Honey! I’m home!” Tito’s voice echoes through the house. How the fuck did he get a key? I slip on my underwear and grab something random from the freezer before shutting it nonchalantly.

Tito’s eyes find me, look me up and down with curiosity.

“Hello, brother.” He raises a brow, attempting to look around the island, but I stop him by leaning against the counter. He looks at my hand, which now has some vibrator or something, and my jaw drops along with his.

“S-so…” he clicks his tongue, and I quickly toss it back in the fridge, glaring at Stella, who is on the verge of hysteria, biting her lips, so she doesn’t laugh. I take a deep breath and look back at Tito.

“What did I just walk into?”

“Whydid you just walk into my house is a better question?”

“Oh, well, I saw you were out tonight and wanted to stop by. Thought you might want to see this new thing I made.” He reaches in his pocket as a smile forms on his thin lips. “Although, it's nothing like the contraption you were just holding.” He motions his head to the freezer, and I grit my teeth.

“You should really let me know before you just barge in. How’d you even get a key?”

“Made a copy from Vince’s.” He shrugs like that’s totally normal. “Is Stella here? Thought I’d meet her too.”

“You thought wrong.”

“So she’s not here?”

“Tito.” I blink, motioning for him to make this quick.

“Sorry.” He gets closer to me, and I’m nervous that he’ll see Stella, but when I glance down, she’s gone. He begins telling me about whatever the fuck he made, and I’m glancing around the room, keeping my head in his direction so he thinks I’m paying attention.

“Babe! What’s taking so long?” I hear her call, her feet heavily stomping, though I know she hasn’t made it to the stairs. Tito’s a genius, she thinks he’s gonna fall for—

“Stella is here!” He turns, and she pops her head around the corner, still wearing my t-shirt. Thank God it’s long enough to be a dress on her because I know she didn’t have time to put on anything under it.

“Hi Stella, I’m—“

“Tito! I remember you from a family vacation. You had the blue Game Boy.” She charmingly strides into the room, and he nods.

“Y-yeah!” He pauses, looking at her up and down. Makes me want to slap him, but I resist. “Sorry, I can’t recall meeting you.” I smack his back affectionately, shaking it a little, so he sways. “Well, you can’t win ‘em all, bud.” It comes out more demeaning than I intended, and Stella gives me a look for it.

Why does she give me a look? It’s not like we’re a couple, or I have to mind my manners to be a good little boy. Fuck that. I furrow my brows at her, and she rolls her eyes in response.

“Anyway, it’s nice to see you. Antonio and I were just—”

“Upstairs.” I exaggerate, so she knows I’m not just finishing her sentence but giving her a command.

“Yeah.” She smiles back, leaning against the wall defiantly.

“Well, I can show Antonio this another time…” He shoves the small object back into his pocket, catching the vibe of the room now.