Page 6 of New Year's Billionaire
Our lips collide in a frenzy of passion. I open my mouth and his tongue bursts past my teeth like a beautiful pink tornado.
Two!
His hands explore my body. Squeezing my ass and then my hips and then my breasts as we continue to kiss.
One!
The whole room explodes around us. Party poppers shoot into the sky. Sirens blare. People scream and shout and kiss and cry. But I don’t notice any of that. All my attention is on Caden. On his body. On his tongue. On his huge, hard cock.
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Caden
The sun is burstingup from beneath the horizon like an orange juice explosion. I’m on a balcony. Behind me is one of the most sought-after penthouses in the whole world. It’s mine. It’s full of people I hardly know. People having a good time. Famous people I invited back for a spur-of-the-moment afterparty. I wanted to impress Violet. Now I think I made a mistake. I should have kept her to myself. I can’t bear to watch her as she talks to other people. Other men. She’s not mine yet, but already I feel an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. Like I want to lock her up in my bedroom and tie her to my bed and only let her out when I want to savage her delicious body with my cock.
“There you are!” Violet puts her arm through mine and leans her hair against my shoulder. Her fingers feel cold against my skin. Like a fresh cup of milk on a hot summer's morning. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Just needed some fresh air.” I kiss the top of her head. I only met her last night, but already it feels like I've known her all my life. “Admiring the view.”
She lets out a long, deep sigh. “It’s a very beautiful view.”
“No,” I turn her to me. Her hands are behind my back. Our fronts are pressed together. “It’s nothing compared to you.”
She smiles at me and my whole world lights up. I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth. But I mean them.
Before I met Violet, I didn’t even believe in love.
I thought it was something people made up to sell movies and books and overpriced colognes. I thought it was something pathetic people convinced themselves they felt so that their lives could somehow seem more special. A mass delusion. A fabulous fiction for the frail of mind and the financially hopeless.
But now I know it’s real.
It’s as real as a big plate full of pancakes with bacon and maple syrup and fried eggs and a delicious chocolate milkshake.
It’s as real as a tomahawk steak slow-cooked in bbq sauce and served with a side salad and French fries and spicy chili sauce.
It’s a real as the sun and the moon and the earth. The blood that’s pumping through my veins and filling up my cock. Making me as hard as a hammer and ready to spurt my load all over Violet’s delicious, creamy tits.
I lean forward and press my lips against her mouth. When I open my eyes, I notice she’s looking at me. Her lip is caught between her teeth. Her brow furrowed as if she’s trying to figure out a complicated math equation.
“I’m going to take you home now,” I tell her.
“I thought wewereat your home.”
“Another home,” I growl. “Somewhere more private. Somewhere I can take all your clothes off and lay underneath you as you sit on my face. Somewhere I can lick that sweet, tight pussy of yours until you come.”
I nuzzle my head against her cheek. I’m a studly stallion about to spread his seed. I’ve been waiting all night for this moment. I can’t wait a second longer. But when I pull away, I sense some hesitation. It’s that same look. The calculus question look. The one that tells me I haven’t won her over. Not yet.
“What's the problem?” I demand. “I know you want me.”
“Of course I do!” The words come rushing out. I can’t help but smile. It’s clear she’s been thinking about having sex with me as much as I’ve been thinking about doing it with her. I want to make all her naughtiest desires come true. “It’s just… at first I came along with you because it was a win-win situation for me. I’d have a really magical night with a mysterious dark, handsome billionaire, and I’d get all my tuition paid for. I wouldn’t have to work these crummy jobs I hate. I could really focus on being the best doctor possible. And… well, you can’t possibly imagine what that means to me. The better I do in my studies, the more likely I am to get a better position at a more prestigious hospital after I graduate. It could change my whole life. I could be a no-name doctor working at a small practice - which, honestly is fine anyway - or, I could be a world famous surgeon... like I’ve always dreamed of.
“But, the thing is… I didn’t really think I’d actually fall for you.”
I run my finger down the side of her face. She looks so beautiful in the cool morning light. Like a work of art. I wish this moment would last forever. “And that's a problem?”
“It is,” she says, still biting her lip. “Because I don’t know how I’ll fit into your life. All I’ve ever wanted is to be a doctor. But this… being your girlfriend–”
“My wife,” I correct her.
