The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(80)

Matt had had many virgin pussies and many virgin mouths, but none like this. No virgin mouth had sucked his cock so well, none had sucked it with such passion.

He felt her lips as they moved across the tip of his cock to the base, the warmth of her mouth, the juice in her mouth covering his cock, moving slowly, passionately. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He had never f*cked a girl without a condom. He knew women were dying to have his baby, to somehow become entitled to the fortune, and he had been warned against it before he’d hit puberty. But he knew this was right. He was about to f*ck a girl without a condom for the very first time.

Cynthia knew what came next, and she was ready. She was slowed down by the weed, but she was also relaxed by it. She felt no tension at the thought of penetration, despite how big he was, and she was ready. She watched as Matthew pulled out a small bottle of lube and poured it in on her *, lubed up the entire 10 inches of his cock, and spread her legs and positioned himself between them. She was ready.

“What will you have for dinner?” asked Cynthia, knowing well the answer.

“You,” he said.

The moment the tip of his cock tapped on her virgin *, a shiver ran down her spine. Matt was over her, his lips still inches from hers, his back arched to make room between them for his cock. Matt was not new to this. He knew he had missed many chances to thoroughly enjoy something like this, and he was determined not to miss this one.

He entered her slowly, very, very slowly. His cock had never explored this way before, the slick of her walls and heat of her body tempting him. The lips of her * parted slowly, fighting a battle, and she winced as he slowly forced his way in. The walls of her * enveloped every bit of his cock quickly as he continued penetrating her. He was halfway in when he saw blood dripping out, and her hand caressed his back, and scratched as he continued his slide. Her * was too tight, choking his monster cock, as her arms enveloped him in an embrace, pulling him into her, her claws digging into his back. He held still, and she hugged him tight as his entire 10 inches went inside her.

Then he freed himself of her arms and pulled out, slowly. He saw how she felt relieved as he pulled out, excited to make her feel the pain again. He knew she wanted him back in. He pulled all the way out, tapped his cock on her *, then forced all the way in. Cynthia screamed, loud. A tear ran down her eye.

“You like it, don’t ya?” he said.

She nodded, her hands on his sides. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him out. She felt pain. She felt pleasure. She felt complete and she felt empty. All the emotions ran wild through her as he began thrusting all the way in and pulling all the way out.

He embraced her. His lips met hers again. He lifted her up, pulling her into him, and got on his back. Now she was in top. She began kissing him, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth and chasing it back into his. As her tongue entered his mouth, he locked it in, sucking on her tongue like she had sucked his cock. His arms locked her in a firm embrace with no way out, and he began pounding up into her. Her only relief was his mouth so she focused on it. Her ass was bouncing up in the air as he pounded her harder and harder, faster and faster.

Suddenly he stopped. He was a tease. He was thoroughly enjoying the game. He had too much control. Cynthia climaxed, and he felt her cum on his massive cock. Every time he was about to climax, he stopped. He let the excitement wear off while still inside her. He was f*cking a girl without a condom for the first time, and he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

He f*cked her from dinner till midnight. Cynthia was tough, strong, determined not to give in. She took him in, she took him all in, she took his entire 10 inches inside her virgin *, and she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of her giving up. She would let him f*ck her from night till dawn, from dawn till day, from day till night, only to do it all over again.

“Ready,” he said. She nodded.

He rolled them over and began f*cking her again. She wasn't ready. She didn’t want this to end. The night was still young. She wanted him to f*ck her all night. He began f*cking her. She had heard things, she expected it to end within a minute or two of this. But Matt was different; he was an expert. For another half hour his cock teased her and stroked her, pounded and took, and then he began getting stiffer. He f*cked her harder and harder, panting, gasping for breath, until he finally climaxed. As he climaxed, she started moving with him, increasing his pleasure, saving him the trouble. A fountain of cum ran inside her, spurting inside her like a pipe of water left loose in a garden. He collapsed on top of her, their lips locked.

Chapter 5

The Balcony and The View

Cynthia stood on the balcony of room 209. Matt had lit another joint as their buzz started to wear off, and she’d brought it with her. She inhaled slowly, holding the weed inside her, and exhaled slowly. The focus began to shift again, her eyes zooming in on the stars as she leaned on the railing. She stood on the terrace, naked, smoking a joint and noticing how each snowflake was shaped differently. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed it before. Then she saw the shadows casted by the light in the room shift. She noticed, without looking back, as he placed himself against the doorframe.

“Notice the stars,” she said. “Only a tiny dot of light, but an entire world inside it. Just like the lights on the mountain.”

“What about black holes?” he said.

She understood what he was referring to. He was talking about her ass.