My Billionaire Fling by Maci Dillon

 

 

SOPHIA

 

A greasy room-service breakfast, relaxing bubble bath, and a few bottles of cold water later, I’m ready to hit the shops. Poor Henry has his work cut out for him as he drops me off and returns many times to collect my shopping bags before I’m ready to call it a day.

I haven’t heard from Gabe all day, though Henry hinted at a Broadway show tonight, which I’m more than prepared for with my latest haul. Thankfully, Henry and the bellhop assist in delivering all my bags to my room, where I promptly kick off my heels and throw myself face first onto the bed.

Knackered. As. Fuck.

Confident I’m not cut out for the city which never sleeps, I set my alarm, strip out of my clothes, and snuggle beneath the quilt. An hour’s nap won’t hurt. I’m on vacation, after all.

Drifting off, I startle minutes later, waking to the sound of my phone. An incoming call, not my alarm, I figure, since snoozing it doesn’t work.

“Hello?” I yawn into the phone and instantly sit up. Forgetting to check the caller ID before I answered, I hope it’s not a client or a business call. I never answer the phone so casually or when I’m half asleep.

“Sleeping beauty, get your sexy ass up and ready. We have pre-drinks, an early dinner, and a show to attend.”

“Ugh, hello to you, too,” I drawl, less than enthusiastic despite how wonderful the evening sounds.

Gabe chuckles at my petty whine. “Maybe I should let you sleep an extra half hour. You’re going to need all your energy tonight.”

Climbing out of bed, I make my way into the bathroom to turn on the hair straightener. “Let me guess… your golden plan is to seduce your way into my bed tonight.”

“Yours or mine, doesn’t matter. But it’s happening, and tomorrow we’re spending the day exploring the city.”

Cocky fucker.

And fuck, cocky looks so damn good on him.

After my first Broadway show, we meet up with Ben and his date for the night at a nearby club. We dance, we laugh, and drink way too much. But with all the dance moves we’re busting out, getting wasted isn’t on the agenda tonight. It’s been years since I last entered a club, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoy letting my hair down.

“I think you should take me home before my body is deprived of energy completely.”

“Mmm, I love it when you beg.”

I swat him playfully. “Believe me, you’ve not seen anything yet.”

A throaty laugh has me biting my lip when he adds, “Oh, I’m going to make you beg for mercy tonight, sweetheart.”

We wave goodbye to Ben and Amy and flee the club like two horny teenagers on a curfew. Gabe’s place is closer than my hotel, and the clock is ticking. Ten minutes later, Henry drops us off, and we scramble into the apartment building.

Gabe enters his access code to his top-level penthouse, and damn, what’s with elevators and this guy? Grasping his belt, I tug him close to me and unbuckle his pants. After I release his semi-hard cock, I take him in my hands.

Slowly, I glide my fisted palm up and down his length. “Does this elevator open directly into your penthouse?” When he nods, I kneel before him and keep my eyes focused on his, loving the deep shade of brown they turn when he’s aroused.

He weaves his hands through my hair—a sweaty mangled mess from dancing—as I lick the tip of his cock, desperate to taste his arousal. Teasing his impressive length with my tongue, he grows harder in my grasp, and wetness pools between my thighs.

Impatiently, Gabe guides my mouth over the head of his cock and down his shaft. I hold onto his thighs for stability, taking him deeper, swirling my tongue back and forward.

Sucking his throbbing head, I torment him with pleasurable licks while my hands work him into a frenzy. Moving up and down his shaft, my mouth wet and needy, his hips rock forward, mirroring my movement.

“I’m so close, Soph. Gonna come in your mouth, sweetheart.”

Silently, I nod, my eyes pleading with him to give me everything. My nails dig into his thighs once again as I pleasure him with my dirty mouth alone. His pace quickens, and I match the rhythm.

“Fuuuck!” Gabe holds my head still, his cock deep in my throat as he spills his seed into my mouth.

Unsure when the elevator doors opened, his suite awaits as he pulls me to my feet. “That mouth of yours is sinfully delicious. But for the rest of the night, I’m in charge.”

My body hums with anticipation. Gabe guides me through the expansive living area into a massive room to the right. A super-sized king bed with dark wooden posts sits in the center of the area overlooking the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My mouth drops at the beauty before me, briefly forgetting where I am.

“Get naked.”

Gabe commands my attention, and I obey without hesitation.

First, I begin by removing my jewelry, each movement slow and seductive. Watching me intently, he steps in behind me and carefully releases the zipper on my dress. “Thank you,” I whisper, turning to him.

Silently retreating to the corner of the room, he sits casually in the armchair, now naked from the waist up. Eyes glued to me, he removes his shoes and socks, and I remain focused on his attentiveness as I step out of my dress.

In my brand-new lingerie purchase—sapphire blue satin thong set, lined with black lace, and my Jimmy Choo’s—I stand before him. The power I hold over him at this moment intensifies my need to satisfy him.

To satisfy his every desire.

“Keep going,” he growls, his glare burning deep into my chest.

When I move to step out of my heels, his words stop me. “No. The heels stay.”

With slow, deliberate hands, I remove my bra and toss it to the side. I watch Gabe absentmindedly lick his lips, his eyes hooded with lust. With superb balance, I lower my thong, and step out, throwing them at him. His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t move.

“Lay on the bed, your wet pussy facing me.”

Turned on by his request, I position myself on his bed and drop my knees to the side, opening myself completely to him. His greedy eyes zero in on my glistening, naked lips, and I wait.

He watches silently.

“Play with your clit, Sophia.”

Finally, he stands where I can see him better. He steps toward me but remains out of reach. Pushing his pants and boxers to the floor, he flicks them to the side with his foot. His cock is hard once more as he wraps his fist around himself.

Gliding my finger through the wetness of my folds, I cover my clit in my juices. Exposed before him, I lie naked, and continue to massage my nerve center, desperate for the feel of his cock inside me.

“Gabe,” I moan, watching his wrist flex with each of his fluid movements.

My hips flex unintentionally, seeking more. “Stay still.”

Pre-cum drops from the head of his cock, and I lose all focus. My hips writhe against my fingertips, and he lets out a growl.

“Roll over, knees spread on the edge of the bed.”

Lord have mercy. This man is going to kill me. My body screams for—

“Fuck!” I barely position myself when he drives his cock deep inside, remaining still until my walls stretch to accommodate his girth.

“That what you wanted?”

“Ye… yes.”

My body quivers as he withdraws and slams into me once again. I close my eyes, hanging my head between my elbows, pushing back for more. Gabe circles his hips, the tip of his cock teasing my G-spot with every circular motion. Reaching over me, he clutches my hair and rips my head back.

Wet lips kiss their way down my back as he plays with me, teasing my entrance with his tip and pulling out. Over and over, he repeats it until I can’t take it any longer.

This time, he inches forward, and I slam myself back over his cock. The force knocks the wind from me. His grip on my hair intensifies, and his other hand slaps my ass.

Hard.

Yelping at the unexpected sting, I hover on the edge of ecstasy.

“If you want my cock, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

Men don’t hold a high enough place in my life to beg them for anything. But fuck, I’m not above begging when it comes to sex with Gabe fucking Lugreno.

“Please, Gabe. I need you.”

“No, Sophia. You don’t need me. You want my cock. Say it.”

“No. I need your cock so fucking bad it hurts.”

He slaps his palm over my other cheek and pulls away, flipping me to my back.

His hooded stare pins me to the bed. Running his finger through my folds, he dares me to beg as if my life depends on it.

And I do.

My God, do I beg.

Until fucking him is the only thing on my mind.

“Now, Gabe. Please. Fuck me like you mean it. I can’t…”

Yes.

In one fierce effort, he fills my core and triggers a tidal wave of pent-up frustration.

My body quakes beneath him as he slams into me precisely and perfectly.

“Come with me, sweetheart. I want to feel you explode on my cock.”

“Oh fuck, Gabe.”

My world splinters, my mind alters, and my body crumples as we ride out our earth-shattering climax together.