Page 42 of My Mystery Billionaire

“And how many men are there in your life right now?” I dare to ask. “Are you like my lady fair who picks up men in clubs?”

I really do want to know this. I want to hear it from her lips.

I have kept a serious expression on my face at the question and look at her searchingly. She gets it and responds, “Well, I too have only loved two men. I've had sex with two or three others that I never loved or saw more than once. That old one-night stand to scratch the itch. The man I thought I loved betrayed me, by sleeping with a different woman every night he wasn't with me. That was in college and the breakup hit me hard. I swore that I would just sleep with guys with no promises after that. Then I was wandering around my neighborhood looking for a karaoke bar, and I saw this guy playing guitar in the corner of that club. I invited him home thinking it would be another one-night stand. And here I am, years later, reunited with him, hoping likeH.-E.-Double-Toothpicksthat I'm His One and Only. Because he is mine.”

Holy guacamole! NowI'mgoing to cry.

And so I just let go. With tears in my eyes I scoop her up and take her to my bed.

“Now that we have settled that, my Lady Fair, are youevergoing to finish inspecting my place for boogeymen?”

And we roll around on the bed giddy with laughter and love, until she finally gets up and takes me by the hand. She makes a big show of looking under the kitchen sink, draws me with her into the bathroom and peers behind the toilet and in the shower stall, and then pulls me with her back out into the main room and gets onto her hands and knees, and looks under the bed. As she’s down there, she exclaims things like, “Uh-Huh! Ach so! That’s the way it is, huh?”

She gets back up and makes a show of dusting herself off. “Inspection complete, Mr. Mystery Man! You're safe!” and knocks me back onto the bed and jumps me.

After a long deep kiss, with our hands gingerly drying the last of each other's tears, I take off her shirt and she takes off mine. I roam over her breasts with my hands and my lips, then bury my face in her bosom. Her hands explore my chest and roam down into my dockers, finally undoing them and sliding them off my hips with my briefs in one easy move as I lift my hips to help her. My shaft has been on alert for a minute and now I press its hard length against her soft belly.

“Someone still has too many clothes on,” I say into her ear, as I mess around trying to get her out of the rest of them. But she turns the tables on me and starts breathing quietly into my ear, licking it gently and …

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to make me come before you do.” And in spite of my arousal, I flip her so I can pull her clothes off once and for all.

And go down to her heat. Her pussy is always protected with those intoxicating tight dark curls, and I part them away from her clit with my tongue. I lap up the fragrant wetness that is right there, getting ready to welcome my cock.

Between licks and gentle pulls with my lips on her clit, I urge her, “Come for me, my beauty. Come all over my mouth and lips. Come all over my face. Come all over my heart.”

And when I say this last, I hear a big, deep, long moan and she arches her hips slowly into my mouth and groans in that sexy, raspy voice of hers she gets when she’s on the edge, “Now! Now, Hendrik. Now. Oh my. Oh my,” she continues to moan and grind my lips into hers.

“Again, my Lady. More! You need more. Take it.”

I know now from weeks of experience that Beatrice is quite the orgasmic lover. I've never told her what a turn-on that is for me.

Time to change that, and looking up at her as my lips and tongue heat her lips and clit, I say, “Every time you come, I ache for you! You've got me hot and hard, my beauty.” She groaned and pressed into me again with another deep orgasm.

“You've got my cock begging for your pussy,” I whisper into that heat between her thighs, and she arches up into me for more pleasure.

“I’m going to explode right onto your legs with desire,” I admit to her. And with one more deep press of her pussy into my mouth, she rolls into an eye-crossing look down at me. And then, when her pleasure subsides, she pulls me up by my shoulders, fully onto her soft, hot body. On the way up, I bury myself yet again in her voluptuous, firm breasts.

I come up to her mouth and take it in. She is breathless and pushes me gently away to look at me.

Those eyes!

“Youmustgive me your heat. Massage my pussy vault from the inside out. Massage that hot shaft of yours till you explode. I. Can’t. Wait. I wantyou!” She guides my cock head between her wet pussy lips and begs with her eyes.

And I dive into this luscious, sexy, soft woman I now know that I love with every piece of who I am. Giving and receiving a massage that love deepens with every thrust.

And with every one of my secret identities.

Chapter 48

Beatrice

Igotit:It’sthe insecurity of the neighborhood. That is why he never had me over to his place before—for my own safety.

He started his company on a shoestring and cheap living is one way he did it.

Yeah, that makes sense.

He keeps doing it. He’s made no change … because? Well, he didn’t socialize anyway. Not since his Carly died.

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