The Billionaire's Desire

"Let you?" She seemed both startled and surprised.

I took her face in my hands, fixing her gaze on mine. "Tell me you want me."

Her soft lips parted and she inhaled. "I want you, Zachary"

"Then say yes."

Nakia

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I had dragged myself out of bed this morning in a daze. Everything was on autopilot, and I found that I was timing my motions with the metronomic thumping and throbbing in my head.

As I walked to work, the world swirled in and out of focus. The light seemed somehow too bright, the air too heavy. I moved as if I was walking through water, or against a heavy wind. Every movement was a struggle.

I was sick. But I wasn't going to miss a chance to see Zachary.

Seeing him sitting at his desk already startled me more than I realized. My blood was still thumping in my ears, as I tried to power through a sudden wave of nausea. I thought if I could just make it to my desk, and have a sip of water, the world would right itself and slide back into focus and I would stop feeling like my head was about to fall off of my shoulders.

And so I made to move to my desk. And suddenly everything tilted sideways.

And then I was in Zachary's arms.

And then he was kissing me.

I felt like I was coming alive once more in his touch. The thumping of my heart slowed and deepened, getting stronger and hardier each time he spoke my name. Cradled in his arms, I felt the exhaustion that had been pulling me downward fall away.

I moved to him like a flower seeks the sun. No one had ever touched me with such skill before. It seemed that he could tease out the most incredible sensations with only the slightest movement. I was in awe of him, and he had only kissed me.

And now I was sitting on his desk, my legs somehow wrapped around his trim, athletic waist, his face somehow inches from mine with eyes dark with desire. And he was asking me to say yes to him.

What could I do?

"Yes," I breathed.

When he kissed me again, fireworks went off in my head. His hands were everywhere on my body. He moved quickly down from my mouth, trailing a line of kisses down my throat, lower and lower. I felt my body hitch and quiver the closer he got to my breasts. When he unclasped my bra and they swung free, he quickly caught them in his rough, warm hands and brought his lips to the tender peak. With the tiniest darting motion of his quicksilver tongue, he drew it into his mouth and gently suckled.

I felt a bolt travel straight to my core. "Ah!" I cried, no longer able to form coherent words.

He looked up from my chest and shot me a sideways smile that was so sexy in its own right that I was nearly thrown backwards. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his tone half serious, half teasing.

"I'm feeling pretty wonderful," I admitted, feeling my cheeks stretch into a wide grin.

He laughed and caught my face in his hands, pressing his warm lips to mine in a sudden burst of playfulness. I giggled back, giddy with something indefinable. Like I had a secret that no one else knew.

He smoothed my hair back and looked in my eyes. "That's nice and all," he remarked, "but I don't want to get too distracted, here."

I wanted to say something, but his lips wouldn't let me. Bending back down to my breast with a single-minded determination, he suckled, lapped and gently licked until my nipples were rock hard and pointing skyward. As he licked, the air hit the moistened flesh, sending goosebumps down my body. I shivered from the millions of little sensations he was bringing to the surface. I felt a flash like a school of silver minnows darted through my veins. The sensations were building upwards as my breath came faster and faster. I was confused: he was only touching my breasts and yet my whole body was vibrating like a plucked guitar string. I heard a high, keening sound and realized it was coming from my own mouth.

When the dam broke open, I shuddered out a loud cry. The orgasm took me completely by surprise, wrenching shocked gasps from my throat even as my whole body blushed to have him see me lose control. I squeezed my eyes shut, unwilling to look him in the eye as I came.

As the sensations died away, I slowly let my eyelids flutter open. His sapphire blue eyes were only inches away from me, so deeply blue that I feared I might drown in them. "Nakia..." he breathed in a low growl. "Holy shit."

"What?" I blushed. "Did I do something wrong?"

He shook his head slowly, his gaze still fixed on my face. "That was, by far, the sexiest thing I have ever seen. You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?"

I felt the prickle of tears forming in the corner of my eyes. "I haven't heard it that much, no."

He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks in until I squeaked. "Nakia, you know I do not bullshit...anyone. In the time we have spent together, have you ever heard me kiss up to anyone, or blow smoke up anyone's ass?"

I thought hard. "No," I mumbled, my lips still pursed as he squeezed my face, holding me with his stare.

"No, what?"

I was confused. No, what? What was he saying, unless....

"No, sir," I murmured, waiting to see him react.

And react he did. His mouth devoured mine, possessing it completely, owning each inch as he swirled his tongue around mine. I whimpered and wiggled closer to him.

"So when I tell you that you are beautiful, you know that I am speaking the truth, correct?"

"Yes sir," I breathed. There was such power in that word. For some strange reason, calling him 'sir' was the most erotic thing I could think to say. I wanted to say it again. "Sir, I need to tell you something."

"What is it, Nakia?" His hands were seeking, searching in between my legs. I gasped as he brush up against my secret place. I felt an answering downward surge and could barely remember what it was I wanted to say.

I blushed and swallowed. "Sir, I want you to have me. But you should know that...know that no one else ever has."

Zachary pulled back from where he had been nibbling on my neck. I could feel the rock hard evidence of his desire pressing into my stomach.

"You're a virgin?"

"Yes...sir."

He pressed his lips together, then slowly he nodded. "I am happy to hear that."

"Why is that, sir?"

"Because no one else has given you any bad habits. You will learn everything from me." He quirked a smile that nearly melted my core. "You'll be learning from the best."

His blue eyes held me firm and I felt myself nod, unblinking. Then his hands brushed upward along my thighs. "Spread your legs for me, Nakia," he commanded.

Zach

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My heart was ready to beat nearly out of my chest with desire. Not only was she the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but no one had ever had her before. Desire made my t

ongue feel thick in my mouth and the steady beat of my throbbing cock threatened to drive me mad. I needed her. I wanted her. And from the way she was looking at me; skin flushed and eyes wide with her pretty plump lips parted slightly, I was going to have her right now.

"Spread your legs," I told her. She shifted slightly on my desk, yanking her skirt upward, exposing the smoothness of her luscious thighs. I pressed them apart firmly with my hands, positioning her so that she was open and ready for me.

I snaked my hands upward, lightly brushing against her skin with my fingertips. I watched her whole body break out into delicious goose bumps at my touch and the sight inflamed me. I let my eager fingers travel further. Hooking them around the clean white cotton panties that hid my goal from view, I gave a little tug. She raised her hips accommodatingly, and I gave a sharp yank, hearing the delicate fabric tear as I flung them away. She gave a small gasp, but did not protest, as I wound my hands under her ass and lifted her so that she rested, sitting, right at the edge of my desk, perched precariously and watching me fixedly with those wide brown eyes.