The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(205)



“Okay,” she said.





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James lived on the top floor of a massive skyscraper. Viola didn’t know if the whole building was nothing but lavish apartments, but there had been a doorman in an expensive looking suit, and the lobby had one massive wall filled with mail slots, each with a different apartment number on the little door.

They rode for a long time in an elevator, and James had her pushed against the wall while it rose, his lips on her neck. He kissed her there, nipped at her. She wrapped her arms around him. There was a soft ding, and they left the elevator and found themselves in a short hall, with only one door, straight across from them.

“Is your apartment the whole floor?” Viola asked.

“Yeah,” James said, sounding as though he wasn’t trying to impress her. He unlocked his door, and they went inside.

The apartment was spacious, and the views were incredible, but Viola wouldn’t have the time to appreciate them until the next morning.

They were all over each other as soon as James kicked the front door closed with his foot. Viola kicked off her heels, and then stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him. She put one arm around his strong body, the other behind his head so her fingers could slide through his hair. He took her by the hips, his fingers powerful there, holding her. Their bodies pressed together, and Viola could feel the heat. She could also feel his cock, hard and pressing against her stomach through his pants.

He lifted her up then, and she wrapped her legs around him as they continued to kiss, and he carried her into the living room. It was furnished much like her own living room, a couch, a chair, a television, but everything was, at least, five times more expensive. Standing over the couch James pushed on her hips, and she fell back, landing on the sofa and grinning up at him.

“How long have you been wanting to do this?” she asked.

“A long time,” James answered as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.

“You ever f*cked a black chick?” Viola asked, and the man shook his head.

“You ever been f*cked by a white guy?” James asked, and it was Viola’s turn to shake her head. He grinned and knelt down by the couch, using his hands to push the short dress up over her hips, exposing her black lace thong. “A white guy ever eat your *?” he asked, and then before waiting for a response, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. He nibbled there, plucking at her tender flesh with his perfect teeth.

He ran a finger along her slit, through the lace material of her panties, and then he hooked his finger around the crotch of her thong and pulled it to the side. He pushed his head in nearer to her and ran his tongue along her. She was wet, and he tasted her, lapping up her steamy juices. Viola groaned and leaned her head back. The tip of his tongue felt like bliss as it found the small knot of her clit, and sent waves of pleasure through her body. James was good, and it wasn’t long before she felt herself nearing orgasm, and then without warning she was coming, moaning aloud as a wave of pleasure built in her loins and then unleashed, spreading through her crotch and up into the pit of her stomach. James kept his tongue on her, his face buried between her legs until she was done, and then he leaned back and smiled in the soft light. Her juices made his skin slick around his mouth, but Viola didn’t protest when he grabbed her and pulled her upright on the couch so he could kiss her. She tasted him, she tasted herself, and she knew the night was just beginning.

Into the bedroom they went, and she sat on the edge of his massive bed as he opened the fly of his pants and pulled his throbbing cock out. She leaned forward, taking it into her mouth eagerly. He put both hands on her head and began to guide her. He had been loving, gentle, as he ate her out, but now he was f*cking her mouth, his rigid member sliding in and out along her soft, plump lips. He pulled her toward him, burying his shaft into the back of her throat. He was large, his cock thick, and she was gagging, her eyes tearing up. Then he released her, and she pulled off of his cock, fighting to catch her breath. As she did so, he reached down and pulled her up. His hands ripped the front of the sexy little black dress down, exposing her large breasts.

He dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth, biting it softly. His hand was on her other breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Viola tilted her head back and moaned, and then she was moving again, James’ hands upon her, pushing her into position. He shoved her towards the bed, and then grabbed her hips and turned her over. She began to rise up onto her hands and knees, but he pushed her down with a grunt, so she lay flat. He lowered himself upon her, reaching down and sliding his cock inside of her. She was used to doggystyle, most men she dated or f*cked enjoyed it since her ass was one of those asses, big and plump but firm, and most men liked grabbing it, or slapping it, or both. But she had never laid completely down on her stomach before, and she was worried he wouldn’t be able to get inside her at that odd angle, but he did. She kept her legs spread, and her fingers gripped his sheets, her knuckles turning white as her fists tightened with each thrust.

He leaned forward, his body resting against hers, pushing her down. She felt submissive, she felt used, and she liked it. He had taken care of her first after all, and now it was his turn, and she was happy to oblige. Besides, as he f*cked her she felt the heat returning to her loins, and she came again before he had his chance. She yelled aloud, and he pressed his hand to her head, gripping her hair and pulling it roughly as she came. Within seconds of her orgasm, it was his turn, and his cock jumped inside her as he came, spraying his hot seed deep into her *.

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