“No,” he said. He shifted the weight of his body to the side, and with his strength lifted her, rolled her over quickly. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her belly. She lay prone, arching her ass up. She turned, wanting to see what he was doing.
He was on his knees behind her, her legs beneath him, her round little ass pointed up at him.
“Not in my ass,” she said, suddenly apprehensive.
He laughed. “No, not in your ass.”
He reached between her thighs, spreading them a little wider and rubbing his finger against her pussy. His other hand took his meaty cock in hand and rubbed it on her wet swollen lips.
“Stop teasing and fuck me.” She had to feel him inside of her, now.
With a push, he entered her, stopping just as soon as he was inside. The sensation was different, not as pleasurable as when he licked and fingered her, but it felt good in another way. He pressed his weight down, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, pushing and squeezing them roughly as his knees pinched her legs closer together.
With every inch, she found her body stretching to accommodate him. She knew that she’d be sore in the morning, but for now, she just gripped the bed spread and tried to enjoy it.
“God that pussy is so tight,” he said. She could feel herself, snug as a glove around him. He rocked his hips, pushing deeper into her. She relaxed, let him penetrate her. His weight and muscle pressing down hard on her little body felt good, mixing with the small pain his thickness gave her virgin pussy.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, laying her face down on the comforter, letting herself go limp, letting him fuck her however he wanted to.
He rolled his hips into her, his hands playing with her round ass. Squeezing it, giving it light spanks that tingled through her hips into her pussy. His cock filled her perfectly, stretched her and rubbed her. He thrust harder, the pain almost a pleasure of its own now.
She lifted herself up on her elbows, turning around to watch him fuck her. It was possibly the hottest, sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life. Watching him push into her, his face concentrated on his own pleasure nearly sent her spiraling.
Jackson Weathers, billionaire CEO and known playboy, was enjoying her. He was enjoying her. He had fucked the hottest women in the world and was finding her sexier than them. She felt like a sex goddess.
He groaned with pleasure, staring down at her ass again, starting to thrust himself harder into her. She felt his balls press against the tops of her thighs as he settled deeper, shifted his weight onto her thighs, his thick cock burrowing more deeply, rubbing and nudging, pulsing.
She felt herself begin to tingle again, that rolling swell of heat and electricity. She was going to cum, but this one would be different. It was coming from somewhere else inside of her.
He must have felt her clench his cock tighter, because he grew more wild, lowering his hips with more force down onto her, shaking her little body with every thrust, Her thighs clenched. A flood of heat filled her, her fluids gushing around his thrusting cock. He pulled out, and she cried out with the sudden loss of his cock. However, his hand went to her clit, immediately causing new waves of pleasure to roll through her.
Her pleasure only spurred him on. He immediately re-entered her, pounding away at her now soaking wet pussy. His hand went to her shoulder, holding her down as he continued to use her body. He couldn’t speak anymore, his body lost to the primal pleasure of finding release in her.
She wanted it. She wanted him to explode inside of her, bringing her along for the ride. The idea of him loosing himself so completely within her caused her body to tighten around him, increasing the pleasure until he lost control.
He pushed down hard on her upper back, forcing her back to the bed. Every thrust was primal now. He was lost to a world of pleasure that she created. She groaned, enjoying every second of knowing that she was the cause of his pleasure.
She felt him speed up, felt him swell up within her. With a grunt he came hard. Thick ropes of semen splashed in her interior, and she felt her body open up to his orgasm. She felt his seed race up toward her fertile fields, looking for soil in which to plant new life. For a moment, she wanted nothing else, nothing but his semen to make a new life inside of her.
He continued thrusting, continued spraying inside of her, until he collapsed against her. His muscular chest felt good against her back, and she could feel the last few drops collecting by her entrance. Even that would be enough, she knew, to get her pregnant.
After a few moments, he pulled out of her and knelt up. He sat back, staring down at her, admiring his work. Admiring her body, filthy now with his seed.
Her hair stuck to her forehead. She was covered in sweat.
He rolled on to his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling while he caught his breath.
“That was better than in the back seat of the limo,” he gasped.
“Way better,” she agreed. “And, this way, once you’ve recovered, we can go again.”
“You think I have that kind of stamina?” he asked, rolling onto his side and smiling at her.
“You are a billionaire,” she replied. She grinned at him. “And, I have heard rumors about billionaires and their refractory periods.”
He chuckled and pulled her into him, his arm strong and safe around her.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to show you how true those rumors are,” he murmured. He was already getting hard again.