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  “Tell me what you want,” she pants, continuing to work on my balls like they’re the sweetest candy.

  “Put it in your mouth,” I grunt, breathless.

  “Say please, big guy,” she coos.

  Oh fuck, this woman’s killing me. But I love it all the same.

  “Please,” I rasp, “do it. Now.”

  And then Katie obliges. Incredibly, the girl swallows my full length down her throat with one deep breath. I feel the tip nudging insistently against the back of her throat, and it feels so damn good. Katie gags a bit, eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop. She bobs up and down while sucking my throbbing cock. I have to steady my breathing to keep from emptying my load down the back of her throat too soon.

  But I can’t let her have all the fun. After a minute or two, I groan.

  “Stop,” I command before losing complete control, lifting Katie’s head from my dick that’s glistening with her spit and my precum. “I want to taste you.”

  I move the girl so she’s taken my position at the head of the bed and I’ve taken hers at the foot. I pull her panties down to her ankles and then off completely, leaving the striking woman completely nude in front of me. Shit, she’s gorgeous. That juicy pink slit beckons, and I want it so bad. But there’s no sense in rushing things, so I kiss her thighs and her stomach, teasing her. She writhes under my feather-light kisses and tries to push my head lower, but I hold back.

  “Tell me what you want,” I say, looking up at her face that is clouded with desire.

  Katie doesn’t even hesitate.

  “Put your mouth on me,” she whispers, her thick lashes fluttering as she looks down at my big frame. “Please, Mr. Moore.”

  So I do. I suck her swollen clit between my lips, causing Katie to squeal and writhe beneath me. With my fingers, I trace her entrance. She’s soaking wet for me. Three fingers slide in easily, and then I add a fourth.

  “Oh my God,” she moans as I pump my fingers in and out of her wet hole while continuing to lick and suck her clit. “Yes, right there, please! Don’t stop!”

  I’m tempted to keep going and watch Katie cum onto my fingers and lips, but reluctantly decide to stick with my original plan.

  “No,” I growl, removing my fingers. Shit, they’re glistening from all the sweet cream. “I’m going to fuck you until I come right into your tiny cunt.”

  The girl doesn’t even hesitate at my crass words.

  “Yes, Mr. Moore,” she mewls like a whore. “Take me, please, I need you inside me!”

  My cock twitches at her plea, and I’m ready to go for gold when she suddenly looks at me, almost a bit shy.

  “I-I don’t usually do this,” she says, shaking her head with a stunned look in her eyes. “I swear, this is new. I don’t usually sleep with random guys at parties.”

  A smirk crosses my face, and she’s somehow even sexier than ever. Her innocence, her honesty—it makes me feel triumphant and want to ravage her at once. “Good,” I say. “Then this will be special.”

  She giggles, but it’s cut off when my cock nudges her slippery hole. Oh God, the girl’s so fucking wet, and her folds are puffy yet soft. She moans loudly, all shyness forgotten, grabbing the sheets and spreading her legs wider for better access. That’s my signal. In one fell swoop, I push my giant fuckshaft all the way inside, the tight squeeze so unbearable and overpowering that I almost bust my load right there.

  “Oh god, Mr. Moore!” she cries out, head falling back as her eyes close with ecstasy. “You’re so big!”

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I pant in return, breathing against that luscious neck. “Your tightness will accommodate my fat cock. Just give it a second.”

  And sure enough, I can feel the muscles adjust a bit in her velvet pussy. Aw shit, it feels so good. When I can’t stand it anymore, I pull almost completely out and plow my way back in. The girl takes it like a champ. With each thrust, Katie squeals in pleasure. I cover her mouth with mine as I fuck her earnestly, moving like a mighty machine. Her hands stroke my hair, holding me close. I grip her curvy hips, pulling her toward me so I can get as deep inside of her as possible. I want to fill her up, feel her walls tighten around my cock, and hear her scream my name.

  It doesn’t take long for me to feel like I might explode because something about Katie makes me a teenage boy again, like there’s something so deliciously wrong about this, so new and exciting.

  But she beats me to it.

  “I’m going to come,” she pants, cheeks flushed. Her fluids thicken as I slide my hand inwards, finding her clit with my thumb and swirl circles to maximize her pleasure. “Oh god,” she screams as I plow deep into her once again. Her walls close in on my cock, that beautiful face contorted in pleasure. And then it happens. Her orgasm blossoms and then crests, the girl screaming as I continue to thrust deep inside of her.

  But it’s too much for me as well.

  “FUCK!” I roar as I lose control, ramming my cock into her with abandon, exploding into that tight, pink cunt. Lash after lash of hot semen blasts her velvet channel, the goop seeping into her with each squirt. The clamping walls of her hole are enough to suck the cum from my cock, pulling each gooey string of sperm deeper. I thrust feverishly in a desperate attempt to unload all of my semen into her throbbing pussy.

  And finally, it’s over. After I’ve emptied myself completely, I pull out and lie beside her. We’re both breathless and still recovering from the after effects of our orgasms. I can’t remember the last time I had a fuck that good. Holy hell. It was just what I needed, and I’m totally spent.

  But after just a few minutes, Katie’s hand is on my cock again, coaxing it back to full length. It doesn’t take much of the woman’s strokes to get me hard again.

  “That wasn’t enough for you?” I ask in disbelief. Frankly, I can’t help but be impressed.

  Katie smiles deviously. “I want you to take me from behind this time,” she purrs. The woman gets on her knees, her hands holding onto the headboard, and wiggles that big ass at me. Unbelievably, a stream of semen trails from her pussy down one big thigh, and it makes me hungry for more.

  “You got it, sweetheart,” is my growl. I can’t resist the temptation. I continue to stroke myself as I get into position behind her, and once my cock is hard and ready, my tip finds her opening and I slide in, the mixed juices of our earlier session keeping her slick.

  Oh shit, it feels so good—I can go deeper in this position, and shove my shaft all the way to the hilt. I grab Katie’s hair with one hand and tug on it lightly as I fuck her from behind just like she asked me to. The other hand is gripped on her waist, pulling it toward me with every rough pump. Her back arches, face contorted with pleasure and mouth open slightly. Letting go of her hair, I reach around and play with her nipples as she moans. She’s busy rubbing her own clit while I fuck her, which makes me horny as hell.

  I know I won’t last as long this time. Sex with Katie is too intense and crazy, not to mention mind-blowingly hot. I barely know this woman and she’s already taken me to heaven twice.

  So there’s no sense in holding back. I keep plowing into her as my climax builds. Katie screams as orgasm rocks through her body, making her body shudder and pussy walls clench around me. She collapses on the bed, face buried in the pillow as her cunt continues to clamp and shudder, milking me for my precious jizz.

  And she succeeds. Once again, her orgasm pushes me over the edge. I pull her hair back and thrust deep into her shuddering pussy one last time with a grunt, my seed emptying inside of that heavenly channel.

  “SHIT!” I roar, chest heaving as my dick erupts. “Shit fuck shit!”

  Ecstasy roars through my frame, making my knees tremble as jism erupts again and again, dumping gallons into her velvety cunt. I gasp as I finish, Katie panting beneath me. What the fuck just happened? Pulling out slowly, we flop lie next to each other on the bed, spent from the incredible session.

  “Wow,” Katie murmurs when she’s able to speak. “Th
at was amazing.”

  I let out a mutter of agreement, unable to form a full sentence yet. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I decide that I’m not letting her out of my sight for the next eight hours. My guests can party all they want downstairs. They can eat all my food, dance to my orchestra, and have fun and make merry. Because I’ll be making my own merry upstairs…and the brunette’s going to be my willing prisoner for the entire night.

  Chapter Three

  Katie

  If I’d known that going to bed with bad boy billionaires could be that good, I would have done it a long time ago. Because oh god! I’ve never had such an amazing time in my life. Usually, I have trouble coming. Most guys don’t do it for me; they’re all awkward hands and dry humping. But something about the handsome billionaire is different, and this time, I exploded on a guy’s cock, my pussy spasming and twitching as I squealed with ecstasy.

  Not once. Not twice. But the entire night, as Trent ravaged my body again and again.

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Mr. Moore said with a gleam in those blue eyes during the middle of our session. “I certainly am.”

  “Good,” I say with a giggle. “Glad to hear.”

  Plus, there weren’t any awkward silences. Sure, we were fucking each other senseless, but when we stopped to talk, the conversation was natural and comfortable.

  “So Katie,” Trent says, leaning back against the headboard after one intense coupling, “tell me about yourself.”

  I laugh. “Shouldn’t that have come before the sex?”

  I turn on my side so I’m facing the alpha, our hands finding each other in the space between us.

  “I’ve never been one for following the rules,” he says dryly.

  I don’t tell him that I’m very much a rule follower, and sleeping with him was well outside my comfort zone. But the thing is, I really liked it. Maybe I should do things I wouldn’t normally do more often.

  “Well,” I say, shifting my weight to get comfortable, “I own my own business. A full-service event planning and catering company. I started turning a profit two years after I started the company and for that, I’m grateful. I like pop music and romance novels and the French bakery down the street from my apartment, plus I’ve never been married and don’t have any kids. See? I’m a pretty simple girl,” comes my teasing tone.

  The billionaire listens intently, even if his body is relaxed.

  “You’re fascinating to me,” Trent says. “We have a lot in common.”

  “Really?” I ask doubtfully. “How so?” Because what could I have in common with someone worth billions of dollars and the world at his fingertips?

  But Trent is unfazed.

  “I’m also unmarried,” he says. “No children that I know of. I admit that I have a pop music playlist I listen to at the gym because it keeps me on the treadmill. I don’t read much, but when I do, I definitely don’t read romance. And after eating at many French bakeries in Paris, I don’t think I could settle for even the best bakery in America, but I’d be willing to try.”

  The last words settle between us. Is Trent hinting that he wants this to be more than a one-night thing? Is it possible? And even more importantly, do I want that?

  Silly girl. Of course, I do. For starters, Trent is hot. He’s gorgeous with a muscled build I can’t get enough of, and he’s hands down just given me the best sex I’ve ever had. If he wanted to have fun like this every night, I’d certainly let him.

  But I glance at the clock now. It’s definitely time to get up. Streaks of sunlight are beginning to peek through the blinds, and the mansion is silent except for our breathing. Plus, I don’t want to overstay my welcome.

  “I should get going,” I say, sitting up in his giant bed. This thing is so big it’s like a flotation device. It sure beats the old full-size mattress in my apartment. “The party’s already over, but in this business, there’s still cleanup to be done.”

  Trent shoots a searching look my way.

  “You know, you don’t have to,” he says casually. “You just slept with the boss. I’ll give you a pass on this one.”

  But I shake my head determinedly.

  “No, it’s part of the job, and I’m a professional. I want you to get your money’s worth.”

  He looks like he’s about to say something again, but instead his mouth stays shut, respect dawning in his eyes.

  “Of course,” he says smoothly. “Totally get it.” With that, the man stands, unashamed of his naked state, and gathers my clothes from the floor. I slide into my panties and hook my bra. Trent gently pulls the dress over my head and zips it up for me.

  “Thank you for this,” I say, giving him a shy smile. “It was incredible.”

  “Anytime,” he says with a grin. “I mean it.”

  And with that, I leave the bedroom, closing the door in my wake. Oh my God, did that really happen? Did I just have a whole night of raunchy sex with a handsome billionaire that I don’t even know?

  But it’s true, and as I descend that magnificent staircase, a hot trickle of cum leaks from my pussy and down one thigh. My face flushes, and I look around nervously. But there’s no one here. The mansion is silent, and thankfully my staff did a good job of cleaning up without me to supervise. The place is spotless, and it doesn’t even look like there was a party mere hours ago.

  So walking a little awkwardly, my pussy sore from the intense session, I pull a card from my bag as I walk into the foyer. Slipping it onto the entry table, I depart the mansion and get into my small hatchback. The sunlight makes me squint, and already, the gray of dawn is beginning to dissipate. I rub my eyes and look at the huge mansion, wondering which window was Trent’s. I blink, reality crashing down in my mind. Did that really happen? Did I really have crazy hot sex with Trent Moore, wealthy philanthropist and corporate titan?

  But dreams do come true, and as I putter off down the road, my heart begins to sing with joy. We only just started…and I know the billionaire will be back for more.

  Chapter Four

  Trent

  I should have walked Katie to the door, but exhaustion seeped through my frame, making it impossible to get up. The little girl put me through the wringer and I needed some R&R after our sleepless night of intense sex.

  From my window, I see a tiny hatchback putter down the driveway, and realize it must be Katie making her getaway. I make a mental note to get her contact information from Amanda later.

  Because I don’t want a one-night thing. In the curvy brunette, I saw something I’d been missing in every woman I’ve been with before her, and that’s the possibility of a happily ever after. Someone who is as smart as she is beautiful, as hard-working as she is thrifty. Someone with sass and flair, but also a gentle side. I can’t wait to see her again, and, with that thought, I slowly rise from bed once more to start the new day. With slow hands, I get dressed before making my way outside to the chauffeured car. And without a word, Bruno starts the vehicle and takes me to the office.

  Once settled in my favorite chair, I ring the intercom.

  “Amanda,” I call. Even though it’s a Sunday, I’m at my office to send emails to contacts in Asia. And because I’m at the office, that means my assistant is here also.

  Amanda appears by my door. “Yes, Mr. Moore?” She leans in, causing her low-cut blouse to show more cleavage than it should in a corporate setting. I barely register it; it’s not like I haven’t seen breasts before but at the same time, I’m not attracted. Amanda’s nothing compared to Katie, and I’m still distracted from last night’s feast.

  “That event planner from yesterday,” I say. “Can you get me her phone number?”

  Amanda looks puzzled. “Was there something wrong with the service?” Then she rolls her eyes. “I knew she wasn’t capable. I told her to do all these things, and she-”

  “No,” I interrupt, “everything was perfect. Just get me her number. Thanks.”

  Amanda stares at me for a moment too long, a
nd I look at her expectantly, raising my eyebrows. She snaps out of it and smiles sweetly like she doesn’t care. “Yes, of course, I’ll get to it right away, sir,” she says before disappearing with a flip of her hair.

  Halfway through my second email, Amanda comes back. “Here you go, Mr. Moore,” she says, handing over a slip of paper. On it are two phone numbers. “The first one is her business number and the second is her personal cell.”

  I give her a quick smile. “Thanks, Amanda. That’s all for now.”

  She gives me a stiff smile and pauses, clearly wanting to say more.

  “Yes?” I’m impatient now, wanting to punch the numbers into my phone and call Katie right away.

  “Nothing, sir,” she purrs. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

  Once I’m alone, I lean back, email abandoned. I stare at the numbers in my hand. I don’t want to call Katie too soon—she only just left this morning. In general, I never call on the same day I meet a girl because it looks too desperate, and usually I don’t even care enough to want to reach out. But strangely, I feel giddy and impatient, thirsting to hear Katie’s voice once again.

  In a completely uncharacteristic move, I take out my phone and dial the second phone number. It rings once, twice, and then three times. I wait, drumming my fingers against my desk, as the phone continues to ring.

  Finally, the rings stop and my heart seems to stop along with it.

  “You have reached 7-7-3…”

  My stomach drops as I hear the voicemail machine play. Damnit. I don’t leave a message, knowing I’d just fuck it up and sound like a total idiot. I end the call and contemplate dialing Katie’s business line. Maybe she’s working today? But this is definitely veering into desperation. I turn back to my computer, trying to focus on work.