I wanted to post a bit from The Gazillionaire and the Virgin—just a short snippet to whet your appetite. But once I got started, I couldn’t stop.
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No more than five minutes since he came, yet Theo is beautifully hard again. There’s far more to this man than meets the eye.
Waving blind above his rumpled tux, his engorged cock is well above average in both length and girth. The solid stalk is pale like his complexion. The ruddy head offers a delightful contrast. I circle the taut bulb then sweep my tongue over the slit, gathering the slightly bitter remains of his first orgasm. He shudders, moans, arches up to follow me as I pull back, licking my lips. When he sinks back into the mattress, frustrated, I bend again to take the first inch or so into my mouth.
The stretched skin is smooth and a bit salty. I apply some suction and I’m rewarded by new, inarticulate vocalizations of pleasure. He thrusts, pushing deeper into my mouth. I like this mute admission of his need. As I suck harder, he slides in and out, his passage eased by my copious saliva. Adjusting the angle of my head, I swallow him to the root, until my nose brushes his cum-damp boxers. His cock swells further, tension rippling under the skin, and I back off. I don’t want him coming again, not yet at least.
Releasing most of his stalk, I purse my mouth around the slick cap and flick along the underside with my tongue. I venture a glance at his face. It’s a mask of ecstasy. He has his eyes squeezed shut, thick lashes dark against his cheeks. Sweat beads his high forehead, soaking strands of his wayward hair. His parted lips curve in a beatific smile. Rarely have I seen such an expression of perfect pleasure.
It makes me want to give him more. I dive down, drawing in the whole impressive length of him into my throat. He’s almost enough to choke me. I think about taking the same massive bulk into my pussy. My clit tingles at the prospect. My inner muscles clench on emptiness. Empty, but not for long...
Still sucking, I nibble on his frenulum. His hands are fists on either side of his thighs.
“Stop, stop—I can’t hold on.”
I let his cock slide out of my mouth, trailing my tongue along the shaft as it leaves. “You want me to stop sucking you?”
“No—ah, yes—I mean, I think I’m going to come again...”
Swinging my leg over his hips, I let my pubic curls brush his cockhead.
“And that’s bad?”
“Oh...no...” His face looks panicked now, the pleasure smothered by some sort of fear. “But you—you’re supposed to go first.”
I spread my thighs and drop until I paint the tip of his cock with my juices, then snatch my pelvis away as he tries to push inside. I can’t help chuckling at his enthusiasm. I want him more than ever.
“Don’t worry about me, Theo. I fully intend to come. More than once, most likely.” I scan the neat bedroom. “Where do you keep your condoms? In the bedside table drawer?”
“Ah – what? Um—I—I don’t have any condoms.”
“Huh? Don’t you believe in safe sex?”
“I – uh – well...” His face turns scarlet with embarrassment.
“Good thing I’m always prepared.” With a huff of mock exasperation, I roll off the bed and pad into the living room to find my purse. I’m too turned on to really be angry. Besides, I’m already becoming accustomed to Theo’s strangeness. “Meanwhile,” I call over my shoulder, “you get out of that tux. No point in doing any more damage.”
Under the influence of my recent fantasies, I’d slipped a three-pack of Durex extra large into my bag before leaving to pick Theo up for the fund raiser. Not that I’d expected anything to happen between us, of course, but one never knows. Now, given his apparent virility, I wonder whether I’ll run out.
I extract the condoms from my clutch, then take advantage of the break to make a quick trip to the toilet. When I return to the bedroom, I find Theo naked on the bed, his rampant cock aimed at the ceiling. One hand grips that fat rod of flesh, sliding up and down with practiced precision. He has flung the other arm across his face, as if he can’t bear to watch.
My fantasies didn’t do him justice. He has one of those massive, powerful bodies that make you want to fall to your knees in worship. He doesn’t have the bulging biceps or rippling six-pack of an exercise nut, but his big hands, broad shoulders and lean thighs broadcast strength. As he jerks at his cock, I watch the tightening in his abdomen, the shifting of muscle under the pale skin of his arm. Aside from the black fuzz surrounding his cock, he’s mostly hairless.
Saliva pools in my mouth. I want to swallow that lovely cock once again, to torment him until he can’t help but spill his seed into my mouth. Later. Right now the hungry ache between my thighs takes precedence.
“Starting without me?
He snatches his hand away from his penis with the startled, guilty look of a kid caught in the act. “Um – no – just thinking.”
I straddle him again, leaning forward to trail my rigid nipples across his smooth chest. On my hands and knees, I smile down on him. His bobbing cock streaks my belly with pre-cum and baby oil. “About me?”
His eyes meet mine, suddenly bold. “You know I am, Rachel. Don’t tease. I can’t stand much more.”
He’s open, unguarded, showing me the depth of his need. Some part of me melts in the unflinching heat of that gaze. “All right, Theo.” I feather a kiss across his ripe lips, then sit back. My butt resting on his thighs, I roll a condom down over his erection. He gasps when my fingers make contact with his stretched skin.
I want to impale myself on him, to drive that tempting column of flesh as far into me as it can go. Still, I hover over him an instant more, my thighs spread wide, my juices dribbling into his pubic hair. Once more our eyes lock. Do it. I read it on his face, a plea, a command.
Unwilling to relinquish control, I lower my body bit by bit. My labia enclose the head of his cock, clinging to the smooth flesh. He enters my channel, an inch, then two, stretching me wide. I pulse my inner muscles around his cock and watch the pleasure spark in his eyes. Another fraction of an inch. I alter my angle a bit. His half-buried stalk nudges my clit.
Delicious! I could devour him with my pussy, but instead I savor his gradual entrance, the new sensations triggered by each increment of depth.
“Damn it, woman! I said don’t tease!” Theo seizes my hips and pulls me down, ramming his cock in the rest of the way. The force makes me gasp. His sudden, massive bulk splits me open. Just as I’m getting used to being full, he raises me, so that he slips half-out. Then he slams me down again, driving even deeper.
“Theo—Theo...Oh...!” Up. Down. Out. In. He’s using me the way he used his hand, to jerk himself off. His fingernails dig into my skin as he manipulates me. I flop around on top of him like a rag doll, shaken by each vigorous thrust.
I love it, rough and raw as it is. He’s wild, a bit clumsy, but his inexhaustible lust fans mine. He’s far stronger than me and that’s part of the thrill. I’m being taken—taken over. He can do what he likes with me. And he does. His cock ploughs my pussy, dragging over my clit with each stroke, pushing me up the slope to climax. The delicious sense of total surrender, though, is what pushes me over the edge.
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