loved it.
I complied with the
command, and he pulled the dress over my head, tossing it to the
side. I was wearing sheer black lingerie underneath — something
that I had never really thought to do before, but had wanted to do
specifically for him. It didn’t hurt that the money had had
provided for expenses was more than enough to cover my rent, food
and medical bills — I had enough left over for special
treats.
He stepped back and looked
me up and down, passion in his eyes. Then he gave me that trademark
half-smile of his, so quick that you had to know him to notice
it.
“Step over to the window,”
he commanded, and so I walked over to the side of the room,
standing next to the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one side
of the room in the penthouse. Afternoon sun streaked in, bathing my
nearly-naked body in natural light.
“Turn around,” he
demanded. “Put your hands on the glass.”
I didn’t think twice,
turning my back to him and sliding my hands against the
nearly-invisible glass wall, leaning forward so that my forehead
was pressed against the window. I could see everything from up here
in the billionaire’s house — thousands of people walking on the
streets below and beyond that a great big expanse of water. It was
the kind of view that could make someone feel
contemplative.
But Alexander gave me no
time to contemplate anything. Instead, he quickly stepped toward
me. I heard a ruffle as he shed his suit jacket, then a jangle as
his belt buckle hit the floor. Just as I heard a soft zip — his
pants opening — I felt him pressed against me.
“I’m going to fuck you
now,” he said, his lips so close to my ear I could feel his every
word.
He gripped my thighs and
pushed them apart, my hands sliding against the glass of the
window. He didn’t even take the time to pull my panties down —
instead, he just pulled them aside and pulled down the waistband of
his boxer briefs. I felt the head of his cock press against my soft
folds, and spread my legs a little wider to help perfectly position
him. This was no time to play coy, I realized — he wanted to be
inside me and I would be a fool to pretend I didn’t want the
same.
He entered me quickly, his
manhood sliding deep into my pussy. He worked his way in harder and
deeper, pressing in as far as he could take his thick, hard cock.
When he was pressed in almost to the base of his cock, he reached
around and caressed my breasts, pulling down the cups of my bra and
touching my nipples. He’s wasting no time
today , I thought, as he tweaked my nipples
and pressed himself in deeper.
I looked down over the
city as the billionaire started to fuck me. The idea that I was
totally exposed up here — my panties pulled aside and my bra askew
— only increased my arousal.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, as
he pulled his cock out of my cunt almost completely. At my urging ,
he shoved it back inside.
But he wasn’t content to
fuck me just the one way that day.
“Turn around and face me,”
he commanded. And I did, pressing my back against the window. He
quickly gripped his hands underneath my thighs and suddenly lifted
me, holding me up so I was pressed against the glass, my breasts
pressed against his unbuttoned shirt — our bare skin felt warm
against each other.
Then, still holding me up,
he pulled the soaked material of my panties aside again, and
positioned his cock against my wet lips.
He said nothing as he
thrust into me, but our eyes met and locked together. We stared
deeply at one another. I wrapped my arms around him, caressing his
back through the thin material of his dress shirt as he pushed me
hard against the glass window, lifting me higher and then impaling
me on his hard cock. I rode him with all that I had, our eyes
locked in an intense arrangement of passion.
Thrusting his cock deep
into my cunt, he shuddered in pleasure and brought his mouth to my
breasts, sucking my exposed nipples pushed up against the material
of my bra. I moaned