The Billionaire's CamGirl

“Morning,” I say, my voice rough from sleep and the building excitement I feel between my legs.

“I’m sorry,” he responds sarcastically. “Did I wake you?”

A shudder rips through my body as me makes direct contact with my clit, and he laughs.

“We have a busy day.” He’s talking to me as if this is just a casual conversation, but I hear the strain behind his words as his cock rests at my entrance. “I have to take the train up north.” He doesn’t enter me, he stays right there, so close, and I feel him stroking himself while he swirls the head around my dripping pussy. If I were to move just an inch, he’d be inside me, but the suspense is too good to end.

He’s better at this game than I am. All I manage to say is “Yeah.” My head is too filled with lust. Finally, he eases into me, and I feel the slick steel slip inside me in a smooth motion. His hand is kneading my breast, and with the sun pooling on my pillow, and the soft sheets riding up and down my body as he rocks me, my senses are flooded with warmth and security. He’s moving so gently, so slowly, that I’m surprised when I feel the early stirrings of an orgasm.

“I want you to remember this all day,” he whispers, keeping the same, slow rhythm. Only his hand, tightening around my breast, betrays his growing need. I whimper as I feel his thick head slip past my g spot, and I want him to do that again. But he pulls all the way out, causing me to gasp. He enters me again, but just the tip this time, giving me quick, short strokes. I press my hips back, urging him on, back to the spot that’s screaming for attention, but he abandons my breast and holds down my hip, maintaining the short thrusts.

“Tell me what you want.” he says hoarsely. “I’ll give you what you need, but you have to ask.”

“I want to feel all of you.” I hear the breathy words coming from my mouth, but they feel separate from me. My body feels full, humming with energy waiting for release. “Deeper.”

It’s like I tripped a wire. Suddenly he’s flipping me onto my belly and he’s on top of me, nudging my legs open with his knees. He flings my arms above my head, grabbing both wrists with his large hand. I feel him sliding his cock up and down my seam, his body pressing against every inch of me. I feel him, smell him, everywhere. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he thrusts into me, this time, with his entire length. He has one hand on my hip, and he tips my hips up, fucking me at an angle that hits so deep, I know I’ll be feeling the ghost of it on the train with him later.

“Like this?” he grunts, pistoning faster and faster, his breath coming in short bursts. Just like that, I think, but I can’t speak, because he’s dragging over my g-spot again and again, giving me exactly what I wanted. My fingers are flexing in front of me, looking for something to grab as the orgasm starts to creep upon me, but he has my hands trapped. The way he slowly builds it up, it’s so intoxicating, that when I finally start to come, finally set on the path that will end with fireworks and explosions, I’m dizzy, completely out of mind from longing, and all I can do is take it, take what he gives me and ride it through.

I feel his other hand sliding under my tummy and landing on my clit, and with just a few swirls over the hood, my whole body tenses, my pussy feels so full, and he must feel it too, because he winces. “How do you do that?” he says, his words forced out through his exertion. “How do you get fucking tighter?”

The sound of his voice and his fingers. My burning wrists from his hands holding them tight, and his cock, scarping over my g-spot in an unrelenting rhythm. It all coalesces, and I feel myself tumbling. The feeling starts in my pussy but travels everywhere, ping-ponging against every nerve and flashing behind my eyes. And I feel him too, his rhythm misses a beat, and he’s gone quiet, the grunts from before having ceased. I feel him pound into me a final time, and then he’s still and groaning. Hot jets of his semen shoot inside me, and I feel coated with his warmth, filled up so completely by him. He lies on top of me, little aftershocks making his muscles jump, then I feel him shift his weight, allowing me to breathe easier. Then he finds my lips. He takes my top lip between his and sucks. Kisses the corners of my mouth, my eyes, and then back to my mouth, where our tongues tangle and I can feel a smile break out across his face.