LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

I finish washing the dishes and jog to my room. The excitement I am feeling, huh! I take a hot shower and rest on my bed.

An hour flashes, and I was getting underway with impatience when a slight knock on my door almost makes me jump out of bed with ecstasy. My heart skips several beats, but I compose myself albeit in vain.

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I don’t answer the door, nor do I mumble a word. Instead, I saunter to my bedroom window and stare through it.

Cool, my heart. He is here!

He calls my name, but I play deaf. He calls a few more times, and then silence falls. Anger and paranoia start clambering in me. Did he walk away? He didn’t bother to look if I was inside. Why the heck did I think of this absurdity? I should have planned something more suggestive, you know, like, waiting for him in the sitting room, or lying nude on his bed.

Shiieet! Now I will have to deal with…

Boom!

The door flows open, and a cold chill runs down my spine, turning my insides into ice for a moment. I keep my face straight through the window, as the door closes with a bang.

I can hear his small steps towards me, and I tense with every single step he makes. My heartbeat is accelerating with every inch he gets closer to me.

“Are you okay?” He asks, making a stop a few steps away from me, and I nod my head, avoiding turning around at all cost. “Why… why are you…” he can’t finish the sentence. I can feel his heavy breathing from here.

“Dressed like this?” I still recall how wild this dress drove him that morning.

He walks closer, standing right behind me, my back on his hard rock bulge between his legs. “I told you before not to tempt me like this, didn’t I?” He says, his hands falling on the sides of my thighs, making me tremble as his flesh comes into contact with my delicate skin.

I start moving my butt slowly, massaging his front. “Am I not allowed to seduce my boyfriend?” I take his right hand and place it on my left breast. He gives it a good squeeze, giving me the exact feeling I want. “Didn’t you want to bend me over the kitchen table a while ago? I’m here now. We are just alone, Andy.”

“You are fucking naughty, do you know that?” He rides up the dress with one hand, while the rest is satisfying my hard nipples.

“I can be anything for you, my love. Does my bum still feel perfect between on your front?”

“Always.” He presses himself hard against my naked bum, and the tent between his legs says it all. “Feel how hard I am for you, baby?”

“I love that you are hard for me. I want you, Andy. Take me now.” If it weren’t for his hand supporting me, I wouldn’t be standing right now. I am a trembling with desire. I am burning and I need him to do something before this fire consumes me. If not to put it off, at least let it consume us both. I seductively move my bum around his hard cock again.

“Fuck!” He curses, his hands moving to my waist to help me soothe his cock with my bum, and I bed a little, while he arches his front to me. “Can you bare the consequences?” He turns me around in one swift, our eyes meeting, his arms around me, keeping me to himself.

I sneak my hand between us, down to his manhood, and I squeeze it, making him flinch. Oh, it’s so hard as a rock. I give it another good squeeze, and another one, and he closes his eyes.

“Is it your first time?” He asks, and that made me stop. Will he refuse to do it if it’s my first? “Keep doing that.” He guides my hand on his sweet cock and I continue my well-appreciated work. He places his hand under my chin, lifting my head to look at him. “Don’t be shy. Tell me, Ania. Is this your first time having sex?” I love the way his eyes are burning with desire.

“Why does it matter,” I ask.

“So that I figure out the best way to take you.” Awe! That made me blush for the whole nation. I am wet already. I nod my head, and he raises an eyebrow. “It’s better on the bed then.” He says, sweeping me off the ground. I thought he was going to lie to me on my bed, but he walks out with me in his arms. I think he took just three steps to get inside his room.

He kicks the door of his room shut with his leg, and puts me down, lifting my dress. In a second, it is lying on the floor, and I stand in my birth suit in front of Andy. He takes his time to worship my body, while I am growing impatient. As his hands grab his T-shirt, I ran for his shorts and pull them down, and his cock springs out. We run into each other’s lips, our hands colliding here and there as we explore our nakedness. He lifts me, and lays me gently on his bed, and we continue our exploration, our flesh against each other.

“I’m sorry, but this will hurt, baby. There is no way I can prevent it.” He says a bit worried as his cock makes its way between my pot, and I smile at him. He leans and kisses me so passionately.

As he deepens the kiss, his cock starts drilling in, tearing my purity apart and instead of the glory I anticipated, comes an immense mind-boggling pain. I feel like my virgina is being pierced through with a huge sharp tool.

I would love to say that his sweet passionate kiss is helping minimise the pain, but I would be lying. The pain increases as he inches in deeper. Everything is so freaking opposite of what I presumed. His kiss is sweet but it does not have that magic to make me forget everything today. I am burning under him with desire and lust, but this pain is just too much. I can’t help it.

At this point, I want to push him away. I want to tell him to stop. I don’t want this anymore. The pain is too much. I can’t take it. But my lips are sealed with his, his muscles are pressed hard against me. I have no way of communicating. I try to distract myself by getting lost in his kisses, but nothing seems to be working. Tears start falling, and they keep flowing until that pain magically fades away on its own, and I welcome the new feeling of pleasure.

He pulls away from the kiss, and looks into my eyes, kissing away my tears, as he continues thrusting in me gently. He is fully accommodated inside now. He fits in me so perfectly, and I love how his sweet member massaging my walls.

“Does it still hurt?” He asks, and I shake my head. “It won’t hurt again.” He assures me, and he scoops me in his arms, as he increases the pace, giving us both pleasure, and satisfying both of us.

A minute prior, I never could have speculated that I will feel this pleasure. I didn’t know that that pain will turn into something as sweet and fulfilling as this one. Something so sweet and beautiful. It’s mind-blowingly terrific here in cloud nine.

I try matching his pace, arching my back back and forth, contributing to this surreal moment of pure pleasure and..

“Ooh… Ahh…”

“You like that?”

“Ooh.. Yes, Andy… More… more… yes… MORE!”

Ooh, dear! Where did I learn all these moaning techniques?