The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend: Part 1 (The Billionaire Saga 1)

We moved together, in a slow rhythm at first. I swiveled my hips around in a circle, then began gyrating counterclockwise. I undulated up and down, back and forth, as though I were riding a galloping horse. It felt as if every molecule of my body was comprised entirely of neon electricity, a crackling, tingling energy that would build and build and build and finally explode, completely obliterating everything else.

Before that cosmic blast, though, Luke sat up still buried deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back as I sat on his lap and looked right into his face. We held each other’s gaze for several seconds, and while we remained still as statues, the current of electricity was still surging between us. One of his arms encircled my back, but with the other hand, he held the back of my head and pulled me to him. We began to kiss, slathering one another with big, deep, open-mouthed kisses. Our tongues soon took center stage, dancing a lambada all their own. We were one, melded together at the mouth and at the hips, like vines, so entwined and entangled that it was impossible to tell where one of us ended and the other began.

Luke, well endowed as he was, managed to stay inside me as he leaned forward and eased me down onto the blanket that felt cool against my back. I bit my lip, and a groan escaped my mouth. He hit that spot, that special, elusive spot that sent shivers shooting up and down my spine, pleasure so great that it threatened to paralyze me. For several minutes, he kept his arms straight, but then he leaned down on his forearms, folding me in half. He moved slowly, hitting that spot again and again.

I raked my fingers down the smooth planes of his back, grabbed his ass, and bit his shoulder. “Please don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Please, please, please!”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he moved faster and deeper, swiveling his hips one way and then the other. He made figure eights, his own version of that undulating motion I had done to him only moments before. As he moved his lower body, he stared into my eyes and kissed my forehead. I held either side of his face, and he moved his forehead to mine.

“I love you,” he said, his voice breathless, whispery. “I fucking love you so much.”

“I love you…too.” I could barely get the words out. It was almost too much, a feeling so Earth-shattering that it almost rendered me speechless. The sensation just kept building, like a rollercoaster climbing some infinite hill. It just kept accelerating and ascending, going higher and higher, faster and faster, toward some unfathomable crescendo of passion. The pressure grew, greater and stronger with each beat of our synchronized hearts, the anticip

ation building to unbearable levels. I didn’t know how much pleasure my body could withstand, how much I could take before I would explode, before my body would just give out. I was things, words and guttural sounds that were entirely nonsensical, animalistic, and primal. Luke thrust into me like a jack-hammer, going deeper and harder each time.

We began kissing again, even more fiercely, practically devouring one another. I bit his bottom lip and roughly pushed my tongue against his, groaning his name into his mouth. Little bursts of color appeared in my peripheral vision, then fanned out, like a grand Fourth of July fireworks display right in front of my eyes. Through that spectacle, I could still see him, still feel him moving inside me, jolting me to that highest of high points, where I would suddenly cease to exist in my regular form, reduced to nothing but sensation. We both cried out at the same time as our climaxes collided in a bang far more remarkable than the one some people believe created the world. Luke’s energy poured into me, and the only thing I could feel was the all-consuming, all-powerful feeling of loving him.

“Holy shit! Holy shit…holy shit…holy…” he muttered, gasping as he drained every ounce of himself into me.

His strong arms, slick with sweat, began to tremble. When they gave out, he rolled over next to me. We lay there for quite some time, on our backs, just staring up at the sky. The sensations were still reverberating throughout my body, lingering even as they started to ebb.

“Wow,” Luke said, still breathless as he took my hand and squeezed it.

Silence lingered between us for quite some time. I rolled over on my side and threw my leg across his body, then rested my head in the crook where his shoulder met his torso. His fingers ran lightly up and down my upper arm, his breath warm on my forehead.

“Thank you for coming out here with me tonight,” he said, as though I had done him a favor, as though it wasn’t also the best night of my life.

“I could say the same to you…and mean it literally,” I said, winking at him.

He smirked, then grinned. “I’m really gonna miss you, baby.”

“I’ll miss you too,” I said. “My life’s going to be so boring while we’re apart.”

“Only if you let it,” he said, so firmly that it sounded as if he was scolding me.

“Well, I’ll try not to.”

“Good. And it’s not like I won’t be back. You know I will.”

I wanted so badly to latch on to that idea, to believe that he would come back for me, but I was sure it wouldn’t be the case. How can he be sure anyway? Who knows what he’ll find out there in the big world when he leaves this little place and his hometown girl? I knew he was only saying what I wanted to hear, what he wanted to believe, but once he arrived in that new place, started swimming in that much bigger pool, I was sure he would experience bigger and better things and quickly forget all about me.

“I wish this night could last forever,” I said. I knew it would, in a way, for even though I could not stop time, the memory would be one I would forever cherish, a fond recollection I could look back on in a week or six months, even five years. I knew I would always be able to vividly recall every moment, every touch. It would live forever, if only in my mind and every beat of my heart.

“It can’t last forever,” Luke said, “but it doesn’t have to end just yet.”

“Good, because I don’t want it to.”

We kissed again, and I thought if I really let myself fall into that kiss, time might really stop. Almost immediately, he was erect again; I could feel his rock-hard, excited, hungry cock pressing against my hip. Unable to stifle the temptation, I reached down and touched him. I felt and enjoyed his sharp intake of breath as I started to run my hand slowly up and down his remarkable, unforgettable length. It seemed almost unbelievable that he was ready to go so soon, but he was. When he reached a hand down and touched me between my legs, I cried out; I was more than ready too.

“Get on top of me again,” he pleaded, stretching out on his back.

I started to climb on the way I had before, facing him, but he guided my hips and turned me the other way, so he was looking at my back. He slapped my ass, hard enough for me to feel it but not hard enough to hurt me. Slowly, I lowered myself down on him, taking as much of him as I could from that angle, and he groaned as each inch eased into me. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs and started to move my hips back and forth, then in circles, just the way he liked it.

“That’s it,” he said, gripping my hips.

Even though my back was to him and I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was gritting his teeth. I smiled as I imagined the look I knew was etched on his face, that enraptured look I loved so much.

“Yeah, right there. You know just the spot.”