Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

“I have no idea what’s going on in the show,” I tell her, and she gives me a glance.

“Yeah, you have to listen to the lyrics a bit to pick up all of the details,” she finally says with a laugh.

“That’s not it.”

“No?”

“No. Kinda hard to pay attention to anything else when all I can do is stare at you.”

She swallows, and I can see her pulse jumping at the base of her throat.

“The show’s more interesting, I’m sure,” she finally says.

“Not even close.”

She looks away, and I reach out and run my fingertips over her shoulder and down her arm. I feel her tremble beneath my touch, and I know this little cool and professional act she’s put on with me all week is just that: an act. She’s as affected by me as I am by her.

I run my fingertips back up her arm, her shoulder, up the side of her neck, and she lets out a shaky breath. When I lean over and press my lips to her shoulder, I take the fact that she doesn’t back away as a good sign.

I need her. Now. The idea of fucking her right here, right now, has my cock in agony. I kiss the side of her neck, and she lets out a little whimper. I kiss her, nibble her, and at the same time, my hand finds its way under her dress, up her thigh, and when I finally cup her pussy, she lets out a strangled little cry.

“Your panties are so wet, baby,” I murmur against her ear. I squeeze her pussy, just a little, and she moans. It only takes a second for me to push her panties aside, and my fingers find her wet, swollen, and needy for me.

“Fuck,” I growl, and she whimpers as my fingertips brush over her clit. I rip her flimsy panties off and stuff them into my pocket, and she looks at me with wide eyes. I know no one can see us up here, but even if they could, I’d fuck her right there and let them have the show of their lives.

I unbutton my pants and let my cock spring free. “Come here, Samantha,” I demand, and when she doesn’t even hesitate, I nearly roar in victory. I dig a condom out of my wallet and quickly slip it on.

“What if they come back?” she whispers.

“I don’t care.”

She’s on my lap, straddling me, and in one hard, fast thrust, I’m inside her finally, and I groan in relief. She moans, and her tight cunt clenches around me.

“Do it, Samantha. Ride me hard,” I growl, and she does, slamming onto me hard over and over again. The only thing that would make this better would be her gorgeous tits bouncing as she fucks me, so I push her gown down and they spill free.

“Harder, Samantha. Show me how much you need my cock,” I rasp, and she starts riding me harder, faster, tits bouncing, hands gripping my shoulders. She’s so wet, so tight, and I’m so fucking close. I lean forward and take one hard nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, and she cries out. She’s getting tighter, tighter, her movements jerkier, and I’m about to explode. I grab her ass and squeeze, my fingertips just grazing her tight hole, and she lets out the most helpless, perfect whimper I’ve ever heard.

“Come for me, baby. You know you want to. Look at you, fucking a man you barely know in a theater where anyone might see you. I did this to you, and it’s just the beginning,” I finish, and she comes, smothering what would have been a magnificent scream against the side of my neck. I keep talking, because it’s clear how much she gets off on it. “I didn’t tell you to stop, Samantha,” I growl, and she’s riding me again. “I’m going to take you, over and over and over again, until the only sensation that feels right is my dick pounding into you, and you feel empty without me there.”

She moans and slams onto me harder.

“You want that, don’t you?” I demand.

“Yes, Dante,” she breathes.

“You’ve wanted this since the first time we fucked, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to have you as often as I want, aren’t I, baby?”

“Yes, Dante. Please,” she begs, and then I’m pounding into her, hard, fast, brutal, and when I come, I swear I almost black out from the force of it.

When I’m spent, I pat her ass and claim her lips briefly. She shakily pulls herself off of me and goes to work putting herself back together again. She pulls her dress back up over her tits and fixes her skirt, then runs her hands over her hair. After throwing the condom into a nearby trash can, I tuck my dick back in and straighten my jacket.

“That was just round one,” I murmur to her, and she glances away. I hide a smile. A little bit more of her innocence taken by me. It won’t be the last time I corrupt her, either.

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