Page 78 of Meet Jon, the Billionaire

“I guess you’d better keep me on a tight leash,” she purred. “You never know what I might do. I might be a really bad girl. Like this…”

She put the tip of my cock inside of her mouth, her soft umber gaze locking on my face the entire time. I groaned as she slid her tongue all over the underside before pulling off, using her lips to massage the crown.

“You’re so good at that, baby,” I gasped.

“You think you just get to lay there while I suck your cock?” She teased. “I don’t think so.”

She took my cock inside of her mouth again, more than just the tip. Then she crawled around, pivoting on my rod as a fulcrum. It felt amazing, but kind of goofy, too. I laughed as she positioned herself on top of me… until I realized what a fucking amazing view I had of her body from that angle. Her rounded bottom, the sweet ivory pillars of her thighs, and the glistening wonderland of her wide-open pussy beckoned me.

Amelia went after my cock like a hoover vacuum, moaning as I buried my face in her twat. From that angle, I could sweep my tongue and bottom lip over her clit and cunny. She took more of my length, gagging on my rod, as I sought to please her sweet pussy. It became a contest of sorts, with us each trying to get each other off before we ourselves were forced to cum.

Allow me to say that she won that particular contest. The taste, the smell of her pussy, her warm soft body pressed against my own, and her busy mouth, bobbing and slurping on my cock pushed me over the edge. I came inside her mouth, and she didn’t even slow down. I managed to finish her off with my fingers and tongue, and then we both lay there on the floor, panting. Lifting my head, I could see her pussy lips splayed out on my chest and of course her fantastic ass.

We laid there for a time, recovering. Then she shifted around until she lay atop me, her palms on my chest. She smiled ear to ear. “I won.”

“I’d say that we both won.”

We sat up, drank a little more champagne, and settled with our backs against the loveseat, my arm draped over her shoulder. For a time that was fine, but then I felt my cock twitch, and I knew I had to have her again.

I let my hand drift down her shoulder, until it draped over her breast. I grabbed the soft, pliant flesh, letting my fingers pluck, pinch, and stroke her nipple. Amelia gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back against me. Her hand went to my semi-hard cock and stroked.

“You animal,” I mumbled into her neck between kisses.

“You’re the insatiable one. Look at this huge fucking cock. I can barely get my fingers around it.”

I had a sudden inspiration. I grabbed my discarded belt in one hand and her wrist in the other.

“Oh, hey now,” she said with a mischievous grin stretching her ruby red lips. “What do you think you’re doing with that, mister?”

“You said the best thing to do with a wild animal is keep it on a leash…”

I used my belt to strap her wrists together in front of her. Amelia played along, lifting her arms so I could achieve the desired result. She stood up and gave an experimental tug.

“Oh no,” she said in mock distress. “I’m all tied up. Whatever are you going to do to me now that I’m your helpless plaything?”

“Here’s a hint.”

I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off of her feet. Amelia squealed as I carried her to the rear of the loveseat and bent her over it.

“Oh, this is fun,” she said, thrusting her bottom out at me and wriggling it about. I slapped her on her ass firmly, and she squealed.

I gave her a light spanking, but I couldn't resist moving my hand between the smooth slopes of her cheeks and stroking that tantalizing, dripping wet pussy. I spread her lips apart, working my fingers inside.

“What are you waiting for?” She growled. “Fuck me like you own me.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer. My cock longed to be sheathed in her soft, pink tunnel. I inserted the tip of my cock, pushing in slowly. She cried out as I filled her, stretching her until I slid all the way in.

I pulled out halfway and then thrust in, gliding smooth and slow. My eyes watered from the need to blow my wad after just a few strokes, but I held on. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I wanted to hear the sweet symphony of sounds my fiance made when she orgasmed hard again, and again, and again…

My thrusts grew stronger, if not much faster. My hips slapped into her own in a steady, rhythmic tattoo. Her cries grew higher in pitch, closer together. I strained not to cum, even though it felt fucking amazing.

“Oh Jon,” she gasped between moans. “Pull my hair, pull my hair!”

I reached down and gathered her silky strands near the scalp and pulled back firmly. She writhed against me, grinding her ass into me and fucking me as hard as I was fucking her. Amelia screamed out her climaxes, as I blinked sweat out of my eyes and realized I could hold back no longer.

I released inside of her at last. I gasped, almost collapsing over her. I released my grip on her hair and propped myself up on the edge of the loveseat.

I stood up, freeing Amelia. She turned around, the belt still loosely wrapped around one of her wrists.

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