Page 16 of Billionaire Retreat

Chapter 4

That evening was so hard to get through. I dressed carefully in another white dress they’d given me, but I decided to forego a bra. I let my hair down so it spilled across my shoulders and I applied a light shade of lipstick.

I wanted him so bad, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

I didn’t know how the food tasted. I barely gave any answers to any questions. I was so aware of him. I remembered the feel of him inside me. God, how I wanted him.

Finally, when midnight came around, I entered his suite and saw him sitting on the bed waiting for me. He was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His perfect abs seemed to tempt my eyes lower and lower. As he came closer to me, I noticed how beautiful his legs were. He had strong muscular legs, perfectly proportional to the rest of his muscular, hard body.

He slid his hands up my arms. Just the feeling of his hands made me shake even though his touch wasn’t provocative at all.

I couldn’t say the same for his look, as he slid his hands under the spaghetti straps of my dress and watched the dress pool around my ankles.

He took a step back, allowing me room to step out of it.

He stared at me, not touching me at first, and then slowly he took my hand to lead me to his bed and lie me down. He took that moment to step out of his briefs. He was hard, ready for me.

He parted my thighs with a hand and trailed a finger across my sex. My hips rocked upwards to meet his fingers. He put his head between my legs and began to lick me through the fabric of my panties that were already starting to grow wet at his attention.

He pushed my panties to the side and began to slide one finger at a time in and out of me. I spread my legs wider and began to pant, unable to catch my breath.

“Griffin…” I moaned.

He stopped abruptly to slowly pull my panties down my legs before tossing them to the floor.

He finally reached for a condom and I parted my legs wide, looking up at him in anticipation as I watched him sheath himself.

To my surprise, he didn’t push into me. Instead he buried his head between my legs again and lazily traced circles around my clit. I screamed this time. I couldn’t control it. The pleasure was too great.

He attempted to shush me again, but I was beyond reason. I didn’t care who heard me as I moaned over and over again.

He stopped and picked me up around my waist, and we swapped places. I found myself on top of him while he lay underneath me. I thought he wanted me to ride him, so I moved to mount him when he pulled me further up, past his pelvic bone, across his chest, until my legs were on either side of his face.

I didn’t understand what he wanted until he lowered my hips so they were just above his face and started to lick me.

I planted my hands against the headboard. My thighs quivered as he ate me out. He was relentless, taking what he wanted, using his hand to penetrate me while allowing his mouth and tongue to lick and suck.

I rode his face, gasping. Finally, I let go of the headboard as he anchored my hips and I began to play with my nipples. I pretended my hands were his hands. And shortly after, I came hard, covering Griffin’s lips with my wetness.

As I anchored my hands against the headboard, coming down from my orgasm, I realized that Griffin was watching my face while touching himself. He was stroking his manhood up and down and I wanted him inside me so bad.

I climbed off him and he looked puzzled. “Don’t want to be on top?”

I shook my head and got on all fours in front of him.

“What a beautiful ass,” he said, before I felt him getting up behind me.

I stretched my hands out in front of my body and placed my breasts against the mattress. My hips were up in the sky and I could feel his dick pressing against my behind. He teased me again, tracing my outer lips with his dick while rubbing my clit.

“Put it in…” I moaned.

“Shhh...”

“Put it in, please, Griffin…”

“As you wish,” he said softly, as his hands came up to either side of my behind and I could feel him opening me a little more as he slid slowly, inch by inch, into me.

I felt my insides stretching, adjusting to his welcomed invasion. I was gasping, breathing heavily, ready to come again when he stopped taking his time and pushed into me.