Page 46 of Billionaire Retreat

Chapter 9

He pulled up to a high-rise in the middle of the city. It had a private parking garage and that was probably for the best, as I couldn’t wait until we were out of the car.

I pulled myself into his lap and started kissing him as soon as he removed the key from the ignition. I couldn’t get enough of him and apparently he couldn’t get enough of me.

His hands went straight up my skirt and he started to massage me through my panties. I wriggled, shoving my hips forward, riding his hand that was doing delicious, dirty things.

I heard a tearing sound and realized he’d ripped my panties off and then abruptly he stopped.

“This garage has cameras,” he said as in warning.

“Well, let them watch,” was my reply before I kissed him again, long and hard. He began fondling my breasts and I busied myself by unzipping his pants. There was a sense of urgency for both of us. I needed him in me, now. I wanted him so bad, and I’d been waiting years to have him if I were truthful with myself. This was the reason I hadn’t even so much as had a date since Griffin... because my body craved him and only him.

I freed his length and stroked it boldly. He groaned.

“Are you ready for me Griffin?”

“I should be asking you that,” he said, raising his hips up. I straddled him, spreading my legs as wide as they could go in the confined space of his SUV and slid myself down onto his dick.

He felt amazing. I moaned as he filled me, stretching me inch my inch. It had been a long time, and my body initially protested his entrance.

“You’re so tight,” he said, holding on to my upper waist, looking at me.

“It’s been awhile,” I said softly, cupping his face and kissing it as my inner muscles contracted and released around his dick. He groaned and I could feel him trying to control himself.

“God, you feel good.”

“So, do you,” I said as I began to ride him. I leaned back against the steering wheel and began to maneuver myself up and down, taking in a little at a time, until he was fully inside of me.

He grunted and grabbed my hips, slamming me down on his dick over and over while I played with my nipples, squeezing them and rubbing them against his face.

We were breathing heavily and I could feel myself about to come. He brought his hands up to squeeze my breasts and it was enough to send me quickly over the edge, and I came hard and fast.

So, fast that I was a little embarrassed. I collapsed against him and waited until my breathing slowed down before saying, “Sorry.”

He laughed. “Isn’t it the guy who normally apologizes for coming early?”

“It’s 2017. New gender rules....”

“Oh, that explains a lot.”

“You didn’t come,” I said, although I already knew the answer.

“There’s still plenty of time for that.”

When he pulled me off, my sex seemed to protest, but finally released him. I righted my dress and instantly felt exposed and vulnerable. What the hell did I just do?

“Umm... I suppose you’ll want to head to bed now.”

“Yep,” he said. “With you. You said you would come over to my place, right? Well, we only made it to the parking garage. There’s still plenty of time for other stuff.”

I smiled at him and reached for my panties.

He stopped me. “You won’t be needing those.”

He straightened his clothes and I made sure I at least looked acceptable. He led me from the car to a private entrance that had an elevator only he could access. As soon as the elevator door closed, he stood in front of me and put his hand down my dress. He exposed one of my breasts, cupped it in his hand and licked and kissed the tip. I was so aroused, I could feel the wetness running down my thighs. But he wasn’t done, he raised his mouth to mine and started kissing me and then his hand crept up my thigh... I spread my legs knowing what would come next when the elevator door rang, announcing we’d reached our destination.

I groaned in frustration when he took a step back and took my hand.