Page 48 of Billionaire Retreat

“Griffin, please Griffin...”

He paused as I moaned his name, and pulled out of me ever so slowly. I gripped the sheets of the bed in my fists.

“Griffin. Please... more... put it back in...”

“You sure? You look a little tired,” he teased, inserting the tip of his dick into my wet, pulsating vagina.

I shivered at the feel of it and licked my dry lips. “Fuck me, Griffin... please...”

I didn’t care that I was begging. I wanted him so fucking bad.

“I love it when you beg,” he said, pushing in just a little bit further. I was so wet, I knew all I had to do was rock back just a little and his whole long, thick length would be inside me. But I liked this teasing, this prolonging the inevitable. It made fucking Griffin all that much more desirable. And that’s all this was, right? Just sex? Just really good sex.

I didn’t get to contemplate it too long, as he pushed into me and began to move slowly in and out, taking his time, letting himself become acquainted with every inch of my wet, clenching opening. His dick was hot, as it filled me and I tilted my hips up greedily for more.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Griffin,” I moaned.

“God, you’re tight... so tight... and wet.”

He moaned this time as he plunged himself into me again. And then we were both beyond words as he grabbed my hips and began to thrust into me recklessly. I screamed as pleasure and pain became one... as he pushed so deeply I thought he would tear right through me, but yet, it wasn’t enough. God, I wanted more. So much more.

Griffin gave me what I wanted by rubbing my clit with one hand as he continued to pound into me.

The room was filled with the sound of our breathing and the sound of his body slapping against mine as he rode me hard from behind. I knew I was coming again, my body beginning to shake. I closed my eyes as my orgasm radiated from where Griffin was teasing my clit with his finger to my vagina where his cock was stretching and filling me, sending waves of pleasure that seized my entire body, making my head pound and my skin tingle.

As I came, I screamed, squeezing his penis with my walls. He slid in and out of my wetness, still hard, still pumping and I came again, luxuriating in the feel of him sliding into my wetness over and over again, as my muscles quivered around him.

And finally, he came, driving deeply into me one more time, sending his hot, piercing dick into me and holding it there while he groaned my name.

He pulled out of me and I collapsed forward, sighing heavily into a pillow. My insides were still quivering from the aftermath of our lovemaking.

He chuckled and I could only imagine the sight I made, naked and spent, lying on his pillows with my bra haphazardly aligned.

As if finally noticing, he unhooked it and placed a chaste kiss on my back, which served to make me shiver. He kissed my back again and I moaned. He tossed my bra elsewhere and turned me over. He climbed on top of me, but held himself up on one elbow.

He touched my face, tracing a finger down my cheek. “You okay?”

“Better than okay,” I whispered. I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine.

“I guess now we’re reacquainted.”

“I think so.”

He kissed me again, sweetly. “I could kiss you all day.”

“And I would let you.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine you objecting to being kissed all day.”

I made a face at him and he playfully pinched my butt. “Ouch!”

He laughed. “You like it...”

He made his way to the bathroom and I sat up a little to watch him walk away. No wonder his thrusts felt so powerful, I thought to myself as I looked at his naked butt. He had a behind that anyone, man or woman, would envy. It was so perfect.

His perfect butt disappeared into the bathroom and I realized then that I was completely naked and had nothing to put on besides my old dress. I covered myself with the blanket and settled into his soft luxurious pillows.

I felt him crawl into bed with me and I remarked, “It must be so nice being rich. You one-percenters have the best pillows.”

“Nice pillows are a requirement or you get kicked out the billionaire club.”

“Now you wouldn’t want that,” I joked lazily, ready to doze off.

My eyes were closing as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards his chest.

“It’s Grant, by the way.”

“Hmm?”

“My name…G.L. Wallace? It’s Grant Leonard Wallace. That’s my full name.”

“That’s a nice respectable name, but I like Griffin better.”

He chuckled and I cuddled against his chest, feeling safe and warm. A feeling that, as I dozed off, I realized I could get used to.