Selling Out to the Billionaire

"I think that went really well," she says, a blissful smile on her face.

I agree, I think the event was a huge success. We got some major donors involved for the charity—whom I'll be matching in their donation—and Pen charmed everyone she met. I had a hard time focusing because she looks so delicious. Her auburn hair is swept up into these curls I'm going to have a good time taking apart, and that blue dress. Damn. It shows off her shoulders and every curve she's got. I had to adjust myself more than once. Now I don't bother. My cock is raging for a taste of her. I can never get enough.

"Pen," I say. "Do you remember the day you said you'd go out with me?" I watch the blush climb up her neck. It's one of my favorite parts about her, the girl blushes over everything, and I love being the one that makes her turn red, either from embarrassment or arousal.

"Yes I do," she says.

"Do you remember when I had you for dessert."

"Yes—" I see her eyes widen as she realizes exactly where I'm going with this. "You gave me a rain check."

I smile. "And now I'm taking it away."

She flushes a deeper shade of red, but she doesn't say no. I glance towards the front of the limo and make sure that the barrier is raised. The thought of the driver seeing this happen makes me even more hard, but it would make Penelope uncomfortable. I hope one day I'll be able to make her a little more daring in her exhibitionism.

Pen kneels on the floor of the limo, that blue dress pooling around her and making her looking like a mermaid. A mermaid who's about to suck my cock. She undoes my pants, and even just the brush of her fingers makes it jump. Her tongue is the first part of her mouth that I feel. At the very base of me, she licks along like I'm the most delicious lollipop she's ever tasted. Once at the tip, I watch as her she sweeps her tongue across my head, my cock twitching with the explosion in my nerves.

Then she takes the head of my cock into her mouth and god it might be the hottest thing I've ever seen. She's wearing this bright red lipstick that I love seeing circle me, and I love even more seeing it smear on my skin and her lips. She sucks me in and I feel pleasure pulling through me and towards her mouth. She keeps going and I let out a groan that the driver is sure to hear. Pen can take more of me now, her determination driving her to push herself every time she puts her mouth on me. And now, looking down, I feel the tip of my dick pop inside her throat, and she keeps going. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, and the sight of her mouth and throat stretched with my cock nearly makes me come.

She slides off me slowly, leaving a trail of saliva and red lipstick, and I lock my jaw because I'm not going to come. Not yet.

I reach into my pocket and find the little remote I've been saving for this moment. I press the button and watch Pen jump, startled. The lingerie I gave her early has a vibrator inside it, disguised as nothing more than decoration. "Oh god." Her hands grasp my knees as I push the button to increase the intensity.

"Don't come," I say. "You're not going to come, and neither am I. Not until I can be inside you."

Her eyes are glazed over. "You could be inside me now."

"Not yet," I say. "Now finish your dessert."

I tap up the intensity on the vibrator as her mouth covers me again, and she moans around my cock. The vibrations from her moans go straight to my balls. She slides me into her throat again and I my hips lift off the seat as the fierce need to come flows into me. I said I wasn't going to come, but she just might overrule my willpower. She releases my cock from her mouth, instead leaning down and pressing her tongue against my balls. She laps at them, finally taking them inter her mouth, and I curse as she sucks them away from my body.

I press a different button on the remote—one that starts a pattern, and she makes a surprised sound. Finally doing what I've wanted to all night, I work my fingers into her hair and guide her mouth back to my cock. I keep her moving at a steady rhythm, one that feels great but also isn't going to make me finish. But Pen isn't cooperating. She runs her teeth along me, using her tongue to tease me, and it's got me on the edge.

I change the setting on the remote and she does something different with her mouth. It's back and forth, a battle of will and pleasure until we're both panting with the effort of keeping ourselves at bay. My body sighs with relief as we turn into the driveway. I don't wait—as soon as the car stops, I drag Pen from the car, my hand barely holding up my pants. The driver of the limo has already been paid, and I don't worry about what he sees as we sprint to the front door. As soon as we're through, I scoop her up in my arms, and carry her up the stairs. She already tripped once in the dress and I'm not having a sprained ankle stop us from this.

Our clothes seem to shed themselves and then I'm naked, Pen still in that stunning underwear. If I wasn't already hard, the sight of her standing there in it, the black lace making her pale skin glow and hugging her curves would make me just as hard as I am now. I push the underwear off her hips, and she gasps in relief, the vibrator no longer touching her clit. I push her back onto the bed, spreading her legs to see her pussy, swollen and wet from being so aroused. I want to taste her, but I don't know that she or I can last that long.

"Fuck me," she says. "I can't wait."

How can I say no to that? She’s so wet that I slide in easily, and she feels like heaven around my cock. Pen's eyes are closed, and the noise she's making…god. I know I'm not going to last long. I thrust into her, pushing myself as deep and hard as I can. The bed frame is shaking with our fucking and I can't think, I can't breathe. Pen is saying my name over and over and I lose control as her pussy squeezes me. I drive deep into her, releasing my orgasm with a shout. It feels like lightning pouring down my spine and through my balls, sweet hot pleasure that doesn't let me go.

I can feel Penelope coming around me, pussy spasming and back arching. I love the sound of her coming on my cock. I won't ever, ever have enough.

Laying down with her, I gather her into my arms as I try to control my breathing, my body still amped up from release. Small muscles in Pen's back and stomach are still twitching—a sure sign that I've done my job and made my woman come hard. I turn her towards me, bringing her mouth to mine.

Her fingers brush my chest. They trace my tattoo, and I capture her wrist on impulse. We freeze, sharing a look—unspoken, I know what she's about to ask. I beat her to it. “You want to know about this?” She nods quickly. I gather myself, filling my lungs. “My father,” I whisper. “This ink is so I remember what he did.”

There are deep holes in her eyes, like she wants to suck up everything I saw and never forget. I see my face in those shiny pools—it's pained. I say, “When I was a kid, he vanished from my life. My mother raised me alone until the day she died.” Pen frowns but I lift a hand to silence her. I don't want her to say she's sorry, I want her to understand.

“My father appeared at the funeral. I was doing very well, already a billionaire. He said he wanted to reconnect with me. To make up for lost time.” I flinch at the memory of his sour grin. “It was all lies.”

“Oh, Derek.” Her arms circle me; I hug her back.

“He took a ton of my money and vanished again. He'd said he wanted to start up a foundation in her name to help others—she died of cancer. Instead, he skipped town. The charity came after me, feeling I'd somehow done them wrong. It was a huge mess to fix.”

Her fingertips roll over my chest, lifting goosebumps. “That's awful. Can I ask... why the tree?”

Chuckling, I hold her hand against me. “My mother loved cherry blossom trees. I named the Maria Foundation after her and planted one hundred of those trees around the building.”

“That's wonderful,” she whispers. “I think I understand you better, now.” And I know she means it. This perfect woman is the first to know my history. I've always kept it close to me, afraid to open up.

I didn't lie to Pen when I told her that I know what I want right away. I knew that day when I showed up late and she looked worried and professional and way

too proper that I wanted her. I wanted all of her without limits. I knew that I was in love with her the day I kissed her, and I also knew that telling her would do more harm than good. But I've waited long enough.

Those big blue eyes are looking at me, glazed and blissful. "Penelope Swanson," I whisper, "I love you."

Her eyes clear, and I see her focus on me, register the words. A brilliant smile spreads across her face at the realization. "I love you, too." She kisses me hard, and despite the odds, my cock stirs again. I hold her against me, showing her how my body wants her, and she laughs. "You're insatiable."

"For you?" I ask, "Always. Do you know what you are?”

“What?”

Hugging her tight, I breathe out. “My everything.”

And she always would be.

THE END