Our skin is covered in sweat, and he runs the tip of his tongue up my neck and sucks the sensitive skin just behind my ear as I shiver against him. “Mmm!” I moan, and he nips my earlobe.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans against my throat. “This pussy is so tight, and it feels so goddamn good.”
I moan again deliriously and every part of my body is now humming with pleasure. My breasts bobble as he continues to push into me from the back, but then he drops me on the mattress once more and presses on my spine.
“Head down, ass up,” is his command. I barely have time to do as he asks before he’s slamming into me again, hard and fast. My body vibrates, and I feel my sex pulsing around him.
“Oh Peter!” I cry out, my voice muffled by the mattress. “Unnh!”
“Come for me, baby,” he groans. “Now.”
And I do. I let go, and my climax erupts, pulsing around him.
“Fuck that feels good,” he grits out as my pussy contracts violently around his cock, massaging him to the heavens. Then, I feel him swell inside me, that huge shaft jerking once before his own climax erupts, spraying me with hot, virile male essence. It sends me over the edge once more and I let go with another wail, my body shuddering with desire.
Peter loses it too as spurt after spurt of hot maleness lashes my body. He groans, pressing deep into my interior until we’re both panting and shuddering. Finally, however, we float back to Earth and collapse in a tangle of limbs on the mattress. I expect him to pull out immediately, but instead the billionaire leans forward and places a soft kiss to my shoulder. It makes me smile and feel cherished, even though I know I shouldn’t feel this way. There’s something tender about his gesture, and it’s just what I needed in this moment.
“Happy, honey?” he murmurs in my ear.
All I can manage is a muffled “umm,” and the man finally pulls out, grinning, before swatting my bottom. Then, Peter disappears into the bathroom, and I hear water running, before he returns with a damp washcloth in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask, jolting as he presses the warm wetness between my thighs. But he merely shakes his head.
“You must be sore,” he says in a low voice. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”
Gently, he continues his ministrations as I lay back and enjoy the pampering. No man has ever done this for me, and strangely, I feel very content. I know I shouldn’t because I’m being paid for my time, but right now, Peter’s making me feel good, and I slip further under his warm, drugging spell.
When he’s done, he disposes of the washcloth and then returns to bed before pulling my curvy form close.
“Relax, honey,” he whispers in my ear. “I know you’re tired. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”
I’m not sure what his sentence means, because when will it be time? Time for what? But I’ve already relaxed against that broad form, with his warm breath against my neck. With a contented sigh, my eyes close and before I realize it, I’ve drifted off to sleep while wrapped in those strong arms.
5
Peter
It’s been a week since I was with Angela, and I can’t get my mind off of the beautiful brunette. My brother drones on and on about business, but I barely hear him.
“It looks like we’re going to have a bidding war, and it’ll be our most profitable period in the last decade,” Bruce remarks.
“Uh huh,” I nod.
“Hey.” My brother snaps his fingers in front of my face and I blink and look at him.
“What?”
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
Squinting my eyes, I try to come up with something. “Lots of money. Bidding war. Profits. Yeah, I heard.”
Bruce rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Where’s your head at, you moron? I’ve never seen you distracted like this. Especially not when it comes to business. You’re usually on top of this shit, and now? You’re like a fucking cow.”
I stare at my brother. Bruce is a few years younger than me, but we look so much alike we’ve had people ask if we’re twins more often than I can count. My brother has the same black hair and blue eyes, although his hygiene is poor. Or more accurately, he insists on styling his hair to make it look like he just had a session with some hot vixen who was pulling the strands while screaming his name. Actually, knowing my brother, that scenario is entirely possible.
But Bruce has a point. What the fuck am I doing? I’m unable to concentrate on Wilshire Hotels, which to date, has been my number one priority in life. Obviously, the answer is the delectable Angela Richardson. I see her in my mind’s eye once more, clothed in that tight violet dress with her assets spilling out. I see Angela, lying on the bed giggling with her thighs spread, beckoning to me to taste the sweet pinkness of her valley. I see her on her hands and knees, moaning with her eyes closed as I edge into her from the back. It’s been a week since our encounter, and I can’t get the sexy brunette out of my head. She’s beginning to consume my thoughts all the time and I’m not sure what to make of it because I’ve never had a woman make me this crazy before.