The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(115)

“Oh yes, I will.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Let’s go see your room.”

“Bedroom.”

I take him to my bedroom. I walk ahead of him. I hold the door to my room open for him and let him in.

“There! That’s my bed room. Seen? Now go back to bed.”

“But you have not shown me your pink room yet,” he says, pouting.

“That’s the ugliest pout I have ever seen,” I say, bursting out into a laughter.

He swoops in, locks his lips with mine. I resist initially, but who are we kidding. This is what I wanted since the moment I set my sight on him. We make out for five solid minutes then come up for breath.

“And that’s the best make out of your life, right from those ugliest pouty lips,” he states.

“That it is.” I concede.

“Want more of the best stuff?” he asks.

“Maybe,” I say.

He runs his hand down my back, grabs my ass and shoves his hand in.

“You want it?” he says.

“You want it?” I say, pushing my wet * on his hardon.

“I know you want it, Ver,” he says, running his hand up my dress, caressing my *.

He pushes me against the wall, lifts me up so my thighs are on his shoulders, and buries his face between my legs. His tongue f*cks me better than any man has ever f*cked me in my life. I stifle my moans, my brother’s room is right under mine, but I can’t stop myself. I climax, my juices flowing into his mouth. My head lols to the side, tired.

“Oh honey, we are only getting excited. Can’t handle?” He asks.

I spread my legs wider for him in response.

He takes down his shorts, and there is the most massive cock I have ever seen. A 10 inch cock, thick as a coke can. He spits on it, pulls up my dress, and starts rubbing the head of his throbbing cock against my *. Then, with a slight, slow, gentle, and deliberate push, the head of his cock enters me.

“Put on a condom,” I say. “I don’t do it without protection.”

He puts his hand on my mouth, and thrusts all the way in, reaching a new depth, a depth I never thought anyone could ever reach. His hand muffles my screams; his steel-cold gaze turns my tears to ice.

Chapter 6: And The Morning After…

Last night, Kurt clearly established who the boss was. After f*cking me roughly for an hour against the wall, he tossed me on the bed and went back to bed. I collapsed in my own bed, unable to get up.

After having taken the biggest cock ever on the planet, it did not feel like I had had sex with a horse. It felt like I had had sex with an elephant’s trunk. I could not close my legs or walk. But Kurt had clearly filled the emptiness inside me for as long as his cock was inside me. I keep thinking about Kurt and fall asleep again.

It was 5 am in the morning, my windowless room still dark, when the door opened slowly.

“Who’s there?” I ask, but get no answer. I see a shadow, a massive frame, and the door closes slowly and without a sound. I reach for my phone and turn on the flash.

“Easy, easy, it’s me,” says Kurt, covering his eyes with his hands.

He slides into bed with me and puts an arm around me. I push my body into his and feel his massive boner. He thrusts ever so slightly, still wearing his shorts only, and we lay there spooning. He runs his finger down my arm, then up my ribs, then around my breasts and pinches my nipples.

Every now and then he thrusts again, pulling me into him, as I push my hips onto his cock. I know he is too big for me, I know sex with him is very painful, and yet I still can’t wait for him to enter me. Up until last night, I had been the boss. Every man I ever had sex with, I was the one who f*cked, I was the boss. This sudden shift, the change in power, was more arousing than anything.

Kurt kisses me on the neck, turns me around, and traces the nape of my neck with his tongue. I am already naked, and he runs his tongue all over my back. It feels as if my back is the canvass and his tongue is the brush.

He gets out of his shorts and throws them off the bed. He turns me around again, and buries his face between my breasts. He is taking it slow with me this time. He gets on top of me then, straddles me, and rests his cock between my boobs, and pushes them together, pressing them against his cock, and thrusts slowly. We hear a door open downstairs as Jackson wakes up.

Kurt gets off me quickly, rubs the head of his cock against my *. He spits on it and I am already wet. He rubs faster and faster, and as he is about to come, he puts a hand on my mouth and shoves his cock inside me, shooting spurts after spurts of fresh cum inside me.

“We should meet again soon,” he says, then kisses me on the lips and leaves.

I just lie in bed for a while. Then I get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, awkward and sore, and take a warm bath. The warm bath and the bath salts soothe my body and take away some of the soreness. I get dressed and go downstairs. Jackson and Kurt are already at the table.

“Morning, sweetheart,” says Jackson.

“Morning, Vertasha,” says Kurt, as if seeing me for the first time since last night’s dinner.

“Good morning, boys,” I say.

We all eat in silence, all of us slightly hungover. Then we sit at the table and make little conversation. Jackson tells me that Kurt is leaving today and will be out of town for a while, while Jackson himself has to go to another state for work for two to four weeks. I ask them when they will be back, and that they should come back sooner, that we should hangout, etc., but what I really want to find out is when Kurt will be back. The early morning incomplete sex has left me hanging, and I crave him like anything. All I want is to have Kurt rip my clothes and force his 10 inch cock inside me, and stay in that position for ever.