The Billionaire Prince: One Fateful Night(4)

The man’s dick crashed through her * and filled her flesh to its fullest capacity. It felt even bigger than it looked when she had seen it prior to having her dress pushed over her face. He pounded her * hard and fast for what seemed like a very long time.

Amie had to admit that the man was skilled, but she wasn’t overly pleased at having her face covered up. It didn’t seem in the least bit romantic, and Amie always liked a little romance with her f*cking.

Although she couldn’t see him, she could feel him everywhere. It wasn’t just his massive rod pushing inside her. His hands were everywhere at once and his mouth traced hot kisses all over her breasts, neck and shoulders when he wasn’t biting her with sharp teeth that were surely leaving marks all over her upper body.

Amie could smell the man’s expensive cologne drifting through the fabric that covered her face. Although it smelled absolutely delicious, there was something about that scent that bothered her. It seemed that the aroma was drawing forth some long-forgotten memory that remained buried within her subconscious. Still, it annoyed her that her brain kept focusing on the smell of his cologne when she wanted to give her undivided attention to other things like the hardness of his cock battering the soft insides of her *.

The depth of his thrusts and the size of his dick caused her to feel like her cunt was turning inside out every time he withdrew. A sense of relief flooded her every time he pushed it back inside her only to withdraw again until only the very tip remained seated within her burning flesh. The sensations that fluttered from her nether regions spread in waves throughout the rest of her body. There were butterflies in her stomach and her heart was racing.

Amie had to admit that being effectively blindfolded by her own dress heightened her other senses. She could hear the slurping sound that the wetness of her * made with every stroke of the stranger’s cock. In addition, she could hear every breath he took, her own heartbeat and the incessant ticking of her wristwatch lying on the bedside table.

There were hands on her breasts, squeezing, caressing and toying with her nipples until she begged for mercy. One hand left her breast to travel downward until it found a place between the lips of her *. The man used the fingers of that straying hand to rub rough, hard circles around her clitoris until her body started to twitch and jump on the bed.


He planted his mouth over one nipple and resumed sucking it like he had earlier, drawing the tender flesh deep into his mouth where he could run his hot tongue over it. His mouth sent her nerve endings into overdrive. The touch of his tongue on her breast sent shivers throughout her body that merged and melted with the sensations flowing upward from the place where her * was being assaulted by long, deep and hard strokes that threatened to tear her apart.

The motions of his fingers against her clitoris were bringing her close to climax. Amie could feel that it was going to be a big one. The build-up was growing and growing until she felt like she was going to lose her mind. Finally, the pleasant yet distracting scent of his familiar cologne and the irritating sound of her wristwatch ticking on the bedside table were dwarfed by the orgasms that rushed through her body.

She felt it in her clitoris first. The sensitive nub of flesh began to tangibly jump and twitch beneath the man’s attentive fingers. That sensation quickly moved to the very center of her *, which exploded into contractions that squeezed the man’s cock with its own unheard rhythm. Every time her * tightened against his thrusting member, it created a fresh wave of contractions that rippled over each other like the ripples in a pond when a handful of pebbles disturbs the smooth surface of the water.

Amie’s body jolted beneath the man’s muscular physique. She could feel his hand being crushed between their bodies as she arched her back and pushed upward toward his manly form.

The stranger inside her never spoke or made a sound as he f*cked her. Although Amie would have relished an impassioned grunt, moan or groan, she was making enough noise for the two of them. Strangled gasps and cries flew from her lips on a spray of saliva that moistened the inside of her dress where it was pressed against her mouth.

She convulsed on the bed a final time before lying still as his great eruption of semen shot from his cock like a cannon to fill her deep inside. Her *, still sensitive from her multiple orgasms, could feel each pulse of his dick as it spewed the contents of his balls inside her.

The man’s body collapsed on top of hers. His heavy weight pressed against her so that she could hardly breathe. He failed to do her the courtesy of holding himself up on his hands or arms instead of crushing her body into the mattress.

She was happy when his hands slid upward and pushed her crumpled red dress over her head. The cloth puddled around her elbows. Her face was finally free, but the dress was still trapped over her arms thanks to the pantyhose still tied to her wrists and the headboard of the bed.

Amie tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his face away. She tried to kiss him on the cheek, and he rolled off her body onto the other side of the bed without saying a word. His behavior left her feeling used and uncomfortable with the bright overhead light still shining on her naked and bound body on the bed.

“Let’s cuddle,” Amie said hopefully. He just snarled at her. She was beginning to get exasperated. “Well, at least you could untie me.” Her * was throbbing from the rough sex. She felt very, very wet down below.

The man did as she asked and freed her hands and ankles from the snarls of pantyhose that he had tied around them. Her skin was red and raw in the places where she had been restrained. The first thing she did was roll her dress back into place to cover her body.