LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

He lays me gently on his bed and lies beside me, his chest on mine, our eyes scanning our faces. I don’t know why he prefers his bedroom over mine, but I like it even more. I like that he wants to live with our memories close to him. On his bed.

He lifts his T-shirt, which is acting as my dress to cover my nakedness. He pulls it out, leaving me with nothing. The devilish smile on his face says how well he loves the idea that I have nothing but my birth suit. He runs his hand through my bare skin, giving my nipples a soft pinch each, and he takes pleasure to admire them for a while. I know he loves my boobs, he has told me that countless times.

“How do you like the sight?” I ask, unbuttoning his shirt one button after the other, not forgetting to run my fingers on his chest where I can. I love how tight his muscles are.

“I love it.” He says, helping me throw his shirt on the floor where my T-shirt lies. I run my hands savagery on his chest, playfully pinching and pulling his nipples. I didn’t know they are sensitive, until he flinched, closing his eyes for a second. I pull his hand from my cheek and plant it on my left nipple and abandon it there. He knows what to do, that I can bet and …

“Oh!” It didn’t even a second for him to prove that, making a soft moan escape my lips. His hands are like magic on my breasts, and fire on my body.

“You like me touching your boobs?” He asks, still working the magic on my nipples, and they are showing their appreciation by getting harder and harder every passing second.

I tremble, arching my back to him, savouring his touches and pleading with him not to abandon my needy self. My eyes close on their own. Oh, how I missed him.

“Yes. You love them, don’t you?” I ask, trying as much as I can to avoid releasing another moan.

“I love them. So much. You want to feel more?””Oooh.. yes. Yes, Andy!”

His hand leaves my painfully hard nipple and traces its way down my sweet pot, leaving trails of electronic shock on my delicate skin. He rubs me gently, while his mouth takes a nipple inside it. Oh, men! His magic has set my whole body ablaze, and pleasure is starting to build up in my belly. His middle finger traces my entrance, making its way in, and in, and in, making me moan every time it inches in me because the pleasure now is double. He fingers me slowly but deeply while sucking and licking my nipples one after the other.

This is…

“Ooh. Ooh. Aah!” My moans are uncontrollably loud, and he dips his finger deeper, hitting my G-spot. “Ohh!” I moan out loud, and he abandons my nipples to admire the moaning mess beneath him.

“There baby. You like that?” He implores, sounding hoarse and breathy.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Oh, dear! Does he have to ask? Given how I am moaning, pressing his hand on my sweet spot with one hand because I don’t want him taking his finger out yet, and holding on to him with my other hand is enough proof that I am pleasured beyond doubt by what he is doing, right? Does he just want to hear me say it?

“Yes, baby. Don’t stop.” Oh, I am even begging him. Don’t blame me but this sweet finger of his because I am shaking with pleasure. “Oh, yes. Oh.” I arch my back more to him and start moving my hip up and down in synch with his finger, blocking the pain from my hip from my brain. I want to feel this magic. I want to enjoy it. What type of sex is this again?

“There. Imagine it’s me inside you. Imagine it’s my cock inside you, baby.” Like an obedient girl, I follow his advice, and I imagine him on top of me, thrusting his sweet cock inside me. Pounding on me. “It’s my sweet dick hitting you like this babe.” At this point, I don’t know what he is doing inside there because… well because… “who is fucking you right now, huh, baby?””Oh!”

“Tell me, Ania!” That husky voice of my sweet beast made me open my eyes. He looks like a dom in total control over his sub. He looks savage. “Who is giving you this sweet pleasure.””You.” I stammer a murmur.

I am at the edge.

“Say my name.”

“And… oh, oh!” My toes curl up to lock the pleasure from leaving me, my hands holding tight to him. I am shaking like the crumbling walls of Jericho beneath him. I tighten my walls, hugging his finger right. “Andy.””Whose Andy!”

“Mine. My Andy!” My head falls back, my eyes shut, and I let go of whatever I was holding on my belly. “Oh, Andy! Andy!” I am in heaven, or perhaps where they call cloud nine. I moan and moan a few more times, until the moans fade on their own, and I remain still, his finger resting inside of me, my breathe so heavy and rapid. Everything stops, and I feel so content. I feel well pleasured. My thirst was fully quenched.

I open my eyes and find him looking down at me with a smile that is probably never fading in a decade, and I smile back, hoping that my smile will look as beautiful as his. He removes his finger slowly, bringing it between our faces. It’s so wet – wet with my cum. My sweet juice is dripping from his finger, and he seems so happy about that. I blush, but his smile widens, and he does the unimaginable. He takes the finger into his mouth, and leaks it, then pulls it out slowly. My mind was a million miles away when he speaks, caressing my cheek.

“The juice is as sweet as you, baby. How was the experience?””Sweet, and magical. I loved every single bit of it.” I say, tightening my hands on him, as I try to steady my breathing. How can something so simple feel that sweet? Gosh!

“Mmh. Don’t tell me you love my finger now more than the main tool?””No. Not at all. That tool is still more special.””Really? How would you describe its experience? You’ve given all the credit to my finger.””Your cock is heavenly. My experience with it is everything that pleasure describes. I love it more.””Mmh I think that has calmed it down. It was feeling jealous of the finger.” We both laugh, embracing each other in a hug. I take his face to my palms when we pull away, his both hands wrapping me from my back, locking our bare chests together.

“TE AMO,” I whisper, shocking him.

“Where did you learn that?”

“From the internet.”

He smiles and gives me a peck on the lips. “TE AMO MUCHO, MI AMOR. ERES MI VIDA.”Now that is what I get for trying to brag about with just two foreign words. I’m left hanging at the last part, but I will find out what that means.