Playboy Billionaire

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as I stared at the fireplace.

The mantle – like the walls in his place – was empty, no pictures or personal touches in sight. It looked so barren and cold. Sterile. It was almost like he'd

never moved in fully or he was hoping to move out soon. The place just had the feel of a single guy who had one foot out the door. Might be why he was alone, I thought to myself.

“No thanks,” I said softly.

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my neck. I felt his erection pressing into my ass as he planted a line of kisses down the length of my neck. He moved slow and was cautious – almost like he expected me to stop him. But I pressed my ass into him, rubbing it against his tight jeans and felt him grow harder against me.

“You like this?” he muttered in my ear.

“Mmmm, yes,” I said.

He flipped me around so I was facing him now, and he lowered his face to mine, kissing me. The stubble along his jawline scratched at my face. I was only used to having Charlie's clean-shaven face pressed to mine, but the difference felt nice. Everything about him was different than my ex – from the way he touched me, to the way he smelled. It was an entirely different experience from the get go, and I was grateful for that. It was exactly what I was looking for.

I tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer to me as I walked backward toward the couch. I worked at his buttons as he slipped my shirt over my head, exposing my perky breasts encased in a purple Victoria Secret lacy push up bra.

“Damn, you're so fucking sexy,” he said, his gaze falling on my cleavage.

“You're not so bad yourself,” I said, undoing the last button and letting his shirt fall to the floor.

His chest and abs were rock solid. I'd never laid eyes on a perfect six pack in person, until that moment, and it was every bit as glorious as one would imagine. Tattoos covered his torso and arms - I couldn't make them all out, not in the darkness of the room, but I saw an anchor on his chest, front and center. Made me think I had a Navy boy on my hands. Charlie wasn't somebody who enjoyed working out and I couldn't recall ever being with a man this fit. But then, this was my first military man. There's a first time for everything. And I licked my lips, looking forward to indulging in new experiences.

I dropped down to my knees, just yearning to kiss those perfect abs, and worked at his belt while I was in the neighborhood. He helped me, and before long, his pants joined his shirt in a heap on the floor. I stared at his cock – long, hard and straight, poking out at me from his boxers. His delicious looking cock, like his physique, was absolutely perfect. I couldn't help but stare, my mouth agape, as I took in the beauty before me.

I couldn't help but touch him – I stared in awe as I ran my hands over those abs. Eventually, I took his cock in my hand, squeezing it tight and stroking it gently before eventually, sliding it into my mouth. I couldn't take him all the way in, he was too long and too thick, so I stroked him with one hand as I sucked on the tip. He groaned, his eyes partially closed as he stared down at me while I licked and sucked on that glorious dick of his.

But he wouldn't let me do this for long. He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me, long and hard, as he motioned for me to lay back. Together, we fell to the couch, him on top of me and he kissed my mouth again as he pressed himself against me. I spread my legs and with one hand, he reached down and slipped my panties off – tossing them onto the ever-growing pile of clothing on the floor. Something I took to be the mark of a successful evening.

Before I even had time to ask him to put on a condom, he was inside of me. One thrust and he was sheathed deep inside of me completely, and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head from the surprise. I let out a gasp, but it wasn't a gasp of pain – it was one of complete and utter bliss. All thoughts of condoms and safe sex suddenly evaporated – all thought of anything really – and I was nothing more than a bundle of sensation.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing upward to meet his thrusts. Each and every one of his deep strokes pulled a moan from my throat, and he held himself above me, moving in and out of me like a pro, like a man who really knew his way around a woman's body. He was glistening with sweat, a look of pure rapture upon his face, and his every muscle at work as he fucked me and it was a glorious sight.

His eyes were squeezed nearly shut as he was lost in the moment, but I watched his facial expressions closely, enjoying the look on his face as he fucked me. I could feel myself growing tighter, the pleasure intensifying as I shuddered against him. He was sheathed inside of me, and my muscles clenched tightly around his cock.

“Jesus,” he said, his head falling forward. “You're so fucking tight. I'm not sure how long I can last.”

Truthfully, I wasn't sure either. Not with how fucking amazing he felt inside of me. From the sounds coming from his throat, I knew he was close – so very close – and so was I. But he stopped, suddenly, pulling his dick out of me as he grabbed me by my hair. I was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment, I barely had time to register the fact that he was turning me over until he bent me over the armrest of the couch. My ass was in the air and I looked back at him just as he buried himself deep inside of me again, without so much as a warning.

“Holy fuck,” he said, grabbing onto my ass and lifting me toward him.

My entire body was convulsing by that point. I was a rag doll, entirely at the whim of his movement as he held me there, moving in and out of me with such precision and speed. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room. My mind was spinning and before I knew what was happening, I was gripping onto the couch and holding on for dear life, crying out in pleasure.

“Oh God!” over and over again since I didn't know his name.

His nails were buried into the flesh of my ass as he pummelled himself deep inside of me one last time, sending my body bucking wildly against him, squirming against him as I came hard. Harder than I had in a long time – if ever.

My whole body felt like it was on fire. I needed this. Oh, God, I needed this tonight. After years of terrible sex with Charlie, to be fucked by someone like this guy – whatever his name was – had been a blessing. More than I'd hoped for when I set out on my mission earlier in the evening. And he was driving me absolutely wild.

I could tell by his frantic, nearly frenzied movements that he was close – and I remembered at the last minute about the lack of a condom. I was on the pill, so pregnancy was not a concern for me. And it was already too late to worry about any diseases really, so I did the only thing I could do – I just pushed myself backward into him, taking him deeper inside of me one last time as he spilled his seed, cumming inside of me with one, long, loud animalistic groan.

And afterward, he just held me there for a few moments, still laying on top of me, still sheathed inside of me. We both relaxed against each other as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He gently put my feet back down on the ground and helped me stand up, sliding out of me as I did. His cum slid down my legs as I got to my feet, and I had to admit, it was pretty damn hot.

“Follow me,” he said, taking me by the hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my legs feeling a bit wobbly.

“To bed,” he said. “But just to sleep, I swear.”