The Billionaire's Command
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She laughed. “You’re showing off.”
“Am I?” I asked. I slid the straps from her shoulders, and bent to kiss the upper curve of each breast, the lacy fabric scratching against my chin. I loved breasts of all shapes and sizes—small, large, lopsided, perky, a little asymmetrical—but hers were about as close to perfection as you could get: not so big that they looked out of proportion, but enough to make a generous, squeezable handful, and tipped with pink nipples, the exact color of the inside of a seashell, that tightened up so wonderfully against my tongue.
“Yeah. I use both hands,” she said.
It took me a moment to snap out of my breast fugue and remember what she was talking about. “It’s best to keep one hand free when you’re in bed with a beautiful woman,” I said. I pushed the bra down to expose her breasts and bent to suck one nipple into my mouth. It obediently tightened into a firm little nub. Sasha made a sighing noise and moved to give me better access.
I could have spent all day there, burying my face in her frankly incredible tits, but I had other plans. I caught her around the waist and rolled onto my back, drawing her on top of me. She straddled my hips, her hands braced on my chest, and looked down at me, her hair falling around her face, thick and dark. “I want you to ride me,” I said.
A slow flush spread across her chest and face. “You still have all your clothes on,” she said.
I spread my arms wide and smirked at her. “I guess you’ll have to do something about that.”
Together, we undressed me. Sasha tugged my t-shirt over my head and unzipped my chinos, slipping one of her little hands into the fly to curl around my dick. “Not yet,” I told her, drawing her hand away, and laughed at her when she pouted. My trousers were old and faded, loose at the waist, and they were easy to shove down and kick away. My shorts followed.
Then we were naked together, and Sasha actually blushed as she reached down to rub her thumb over the head of my cock.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I said, pulling her hand away again. “If you start with that, this is going to be over way too fast.”
“I guess you don’t have a lot of control, since this is your first time and everything,” she said.
“Little girl, no man alive could make it more than five minutes with you,” I said. “But I’m superhuman, so I’ll aim for ten. Now reach into that nightstand and get a condom for me.”
She did as she was told, and I gazed admiringly at her waist and hips as she leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. Once she had the foil packet in hand, she hesitated, poised above me, and then ripped it open with a quick motion of her fingers.
“Oh, are you going to put that on for me? Probably for the best,” I said. “I’ve never done it, you know.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Didn’t you ever practice with a banana?” she asked. “They made us do that in sex ed in fifth grade. We were all so embarrassed that we just giggled the entire time.”
“I don’t want to think about you in fifth grade,” I said. “Unless you were already fully developed and seducing the gym teacher, in which case, I’m always game for a little role-play.”
She rolled her eyes again, and then, steadying my cock with one hand curled around the base, rolled the condom onto me.
The touch of her hand nearly undid me, and I was wholly lost when she rose onto her knees and positioned me at her entrance, and then sank down, inch by agonizing inch, taking me inside.
“My God,” I said, and she laughed at me. She was always laughing at me.
I never wanted her to stop.
She rose and fell above me, riding me expertly, and I watched her, my hands gripping her generous hips, as she moved and gasped and made the most delightful noises I had ever heard. Her breasts swayed with each movement. Her belly curved outward below her navel. Her thighs enclosed my hips, holding me fast. She was everything a woman should be. It was like watching porn, only better, because it was Sasha.
“You love this, don’t you?” I asked. “Riding my dick. If I kept you in my bed all the time, if I never let you go outside—”
“That would be creepy,” she said.
“I suppose we would have to eat at some point,” I said. “But otherwise... Christ, you feel good.”
She grinned, and then arched backwards, face turned up toward the ceiling, and started moving faster. Her hair brushed against the tops of my legs. Time elongated strangely: a moment became an hour of watching her mouth open around a moan, and then things sped up again, and she was moving too quickly, escaping my grasp. I hadn’t done drugs in years, not since that crazy summer in Greece when I was in college, but it was that same feeling: the lifting, the ecstasy, the sensation of somehow being outside myself.
If I could bottle Sasha and sell her on the black market, I’d be a far wealthier man than I already was.
I couldn’t have said how long it lasted. My cock was hard and throbbing and ready to explode, but I held on, determined that I wasn’t going to give in before she did.
“Alex,” she said, clear and sweet, looking down at me.
It was so good to hear her call me that, and the pleading note in her voice was even better. I loved to hear her beg.
But she had asked, albeit not in so many words, and I wouldn’t deny her what she wanted. I moved one of my hands from her hips and slid it between our bodies, between her thighs, down to where we were joined together.
She let out a long, contented groan and leaned backward slightly to give me better access, bracing herself with her palms on my legs, just above my knees. I took full advantage of the new position, moving my thumb in slow circles against her clit, and then faster, as she pressed her hips into my touch, hungry for it.
“You’re ready to come for me now,” I said. “Aren’t you?”
She shook her head, but her body told me the truth. Her hips moved in a frantic rhythm, and she was squeezing around me so hard that I knew she was close. I ground my thumb against her, giving her plenty of friction and pressure, stroking her as quickly as I could. Her thighs quivered. She bit her lower lip, her eyebrows drawing down into a look of intense concentration. Almost—
And then she was there, shaking on top of me, frozen in place as she came. The tremors running through her body fluttered almost painfully around my cock, ecstatic torture, and I fought to hold back my own orgasm.
“Am I?” I asked. I slid the straps from her shoulders, and bent to kiss the upper curve of each breast, the lacy fabric scratching against my chin. I loved breasts of all shapes and sizes—small, large, lopsided, perky, a little asymmetrical—but hers were about as close to perfection as you could get: not so big that they looked out of proportion, but enough to make a generous, squeezable handful, and tipped with pink nipples, the exact color of the inside of a seashell, that tightened up so wonderfully against my tongue.
“Yeah. I use both hands,” she said.
It took me a moment to snap out of my breast fugue and remember what she was talking about. “It’s best to keep one hand free when you’re in bed with a beautiful woman,” I said. I pushed the bra down to expose her breasts and bent to suck one nipple into my mouth. It obediently tightened into a firm little nub. Sasha made a sighing noise and moved to give me better access.
I could have spent all day there, burying my face in her frankly incredible tits, but I had other plans. I caught her around the waist and rolled onto my back, drawing her on top of me. She straddled my hips, her hands braced on my chest, and looked down at me, her hair falling around her face, thick and dark. “I want you to ride me,” I said.
A slow flush spread across her chest and face. “You still have all your clothes on,” she said.
I spread my arms wide and smirked at her. “I guess you’ll have to do something about that.”
Together, we undressed me. Sasha tugged my t-shirt over my head and unzipped my chinos, slipping one of her little hands into the fly to curl around my dick. “Not yet,” I told her, drawing her hand away, and laughed at her when she pouted. My trousers were old and faded, loose at the waist, and they were easy to shove down and kick away. My shorts followed.
Then we were naked together, and Sasha actually blushed as she reached down to rub her thumb over the head of my cock.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I said, pulling her hand away again. “If you start with that, this is going to be over way too fast.”
“I guess you don’t have a lot of control, since this is your first time and everything,” she said.
“Little girl, no man alive could make it more than five minutes with you,” I said. “But I’m superhuman, so I’ll aim for ten. Now reach into that nightstand and get a condom for me.”
She did as she was told, and I gazed admiringly at her waist and hips as she leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. Once she had the foil packet in hand, she hesitated, poised above me, and then ripped it open with a quick motion of her fingers.
“Oh, are you going to put that on for me? Probably for the best,” I said. “I’ve never done it, you know.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Didn’t you ever practice with a banana?” she asked. “They made us do that in sex ed in fifth grade. We were all so embarrassed that we just giggled the entire time.”
“I don’t want to think about you in fifth grade,” I said. “Unless you were already fully developed and seducing the gym teacher, in which case, I’m always game for a little role-play.”
She rolled her eyes again, and then, steadying my cock with one hand curled around the base, rolled the condom onto me.
The touch of her hand nearly undid me, and I was wholly lost when she rose onto her knees and positioned me at her entrance, and then sank down, inch by agonizing inch, taking me inside.
“My God,” I said, and she laughed at me. She was always laughing at me.
I never wanted her to stop.
She rose and fell above me, riding me expertly, and I watched her, my hands gripping her generous hips, as she moved and gasped and made the most delightful noises I had ever heard. Her breasts swayed with each movement. Her belly curved outward below her navel. Her thighs enclosed my hips, holding me fast. She was everything a woman should be. It was like watching porn, only better, because it was Sasha.
“You love this, don’t you?” I asked. “Riding my dick. If I kept you in my bed all the time, if I never let you go outside—”
“That would be creepy,” she said.
“I suppose we would have to eat at some point,” I said. “But otherwise... Christ, you feel good.”
She grinned, and then arched backwards, face turned up toward the ceiling, and started moving faster. Her hair brushed against the tops of my legs. Time elongated strangely: a moment became an hour of watching her mouth open around a moan, and then things sped up again, and she was moving too quickly, escaping my grasp. I hadn’t done drugs in years, not since that crazy summer in Greece when I was in college, but it was that same feeling: the lifting, the ecstasy, the sensation of somehow being outside myself.
If I could bottle Sasha and sell her on the black market, I’d be a far wealthier man than I already was.
I couldn’t have said how long it lasted. My cock was hard and throbbing and ready to explode, but I held on, determined that I wasn’t going to give in before she did.
“Alex,” she said, clear and sweet, looking down at me.
It was so good to hear her call me that, and the pleading note in her voice was even better. I loved to hear her beg.
But she had asked, albeit not in so many words, and I wouldn’t deny her what she wanted. I moved one of my hands from her hips and slid it between our bodies, between her thighs, down to where we were joined together.
She let out a long, contented groan and leaned backward slightly to give me better access, bracing herself with her palms on my legs, just above my knees. I took full advantage of the new position, moving my thumb in slow circles against her clit, and then faster, as she pressed her hips into my touch, hungry for it.
“You’re ready to come for me now,” I said. “Aren’t you?”
She shook her head, but her body told me the truth. Her hips moved in a frantic rhythm, and she was squeezing around me so hard that I knew she was close. I ground my thumb against her, giving her plenty of friction and pressure, stroking her as quickly as I could. Her thighs quivered. She bit her lower lip, her eyebrows drawing down into a look of intense concentration. Almost—
And then she was there, shaking on top of me, frozen in place as she came. The tremors running through her body fluttered almost painfully around my cock, ecstatic torture, and I fought to hold back my own orgasm.
