The Billionaire's Fake Date
The sexy one night stand I had last night is now my billionaire boss. He’s older and his chiseled body made for a night to remember. As a boss it’s a different story. A workaholic to the bone, he’s also a complete bosshole at work. One day he approaches me with a personal request. He needs me to be his fake girlfriend to get his mom off his case about settling down. I take the offer to help him out as his trusted employee. The problem is we can’t keep our hands off each other when we’re alone. His insatiable appetite for my body sends me over the edge. He’s sweet and warm when we’re pretending but cold and distant when we’re not. He doesn’t realize yet that I’m falling for him for real. I must find out if he will succumb to true love and claim me as his forever.
fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 25
"His hand finds the plane of my ass for a third time, each one undoubtedly leaving a print on my skin that probably outlines his fingers in pink. I want to tap out and see how he likes being smacked for once, but I'm not going to deny the heat of this moment. It's pretty hot, and certainly a little naughty for my taste.
I like it, but he doesn't slap my ass again.
Instead, my thong is pulled sideways, and his cock shifts between my pinched thighs, bringing his girthy length to the helm of my clit in order to pump inside of my vagina with a piston-like power. I arch my ass into the air slightly, my back bent inward to make up for the length that enters into my pussy.
I'm beyond wet and welcoming for that entrance. He feels it, too.
"Fuck, Kitten. You're so wet."