Entangled fate with a Billionaire C.E.O

Suddenly, a large, clumsy hand touched my thigh, causing me to flinch. It started moving slowly up my leg, and I felt a jolt of unexpected excitement. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't feeling this way, but my body was betraying my mind. Then, without warning, the hand abruptly withdrew, and I felt a pang of disappointment. It was as if a beautiful work of art had been carelessly smashed, and I felt strangely bereft. I wasn't ready for this to end, but it was over before it had even begun. I leaned in close to Peter and whispered, "Don't stop now." I didn't want this moment to end, but I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Instead, I allowed myself to get lost in my fantasy world, where Peter could do no wrong. Peter's touch was gentle and masterful, and I couldn't help but give in to his control. I surrendered to his every move, allowing him to explore every inch of my body. He knew exactly how to please me, and I was powerless to resist. He moved with a confidence and certainty that I had never experienced before. "Spread your legs wide." He whispered into my ears. I complied with Peter's request, opening my legs wide. I laid back on the bed, breathing heavily and moaning uncontrollably. It was obvious that Peter was an expert in this realm, as he seemed to intuitively understand my body's needs. The way he was kissing and licking me was driving me wild, and I found myself surrendering for the moment. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved every second of it. It felt like he was giving me exactly what I needed, without even having to ask. I suddenly turned him down and stood atop him on the bed. No one would know he was this weak, definitely not his staff who knew he engaged in boxing. I slowly unzipped him to bring out his big white c**k. It was already hard with the tip having a reddish look, "My sledgehammer," I said softly and grabbed his p***s deep into my mouth. It was warm like a cool oven pizza, his c**k began swelling in my mouth like a bread dipped into water, but this one continued hard. It was even when touching water and I continued to suck hard on it. In a moment of passion, we were lost in the surrealism of the moment, our actions driven by intense desire. Then, suddenly, the mood was broken as Peter's phone rang, causing a moment of frustration. He threw the phone aside, knowing that the call could wait. He knew that this moment with me was more important than any call, no matter who it was from. He pulled me closer and continued to kiss me. The room was as silent as a graveyard except for the sound of our breathing and the rustling of clothes. It was as if time had stopped, and nothing else mattered except the two of us. I only need to pull off my skirt, because I got no panties on, Peter suddenly overpowered me and unhooked my bra. I get below him once more. I wanted to tell him how much I love him, but that was not until he inserted his p***s inside my v****a. I am like the video player waiting patiently for the insertion of a disk because that was obviously when the real play began, his d**k would always be up for the task and as I rolled my waist, I could feel him spinning my innermost bowels. Now, I am tired, but there is this feeling that comes with being with Peter. I never seem to get enough of him. I want him inside of me, the warmness of his lips to caress mine, his sweat and my sweat, I want everything. This feeling of ecstasy is not something I feel with anyone else, at least, not with Peter's dad, Mr James, when he had torn my skirts six years ago. I was only seventeen summers old when Mr. James first paid my mum a visit in our apartment, and I recognized him as the famous billionaire CEO of Starkey Company where my dad used to work. It was a short visit. Afterward, he visited more often while spending most of his time with my mum arguing almost every time. The memories were crystal clear, I could see them in my head; The time he spent with my mum, the gift he bought for me, and the night before my eighteenth birthday. It was getting late that night, but my mum was not back yet. I had a feeling something bad might have happened and each time I tried to displeasure with the thought, it came back to make me even more worried. That very night, I saw a black Mercedes-Benz with a sparkling silver-reamed tyre approaching our house. I left my phone hung on the ring light, and so did I leave the video I had planned to post on my birthday after I had recognized the car to have been one of Mr James'. I sighed a breath of relief, even though it had never happened before. I mean, for him to have brought my mother back home, but I had been optimistic. I gazed through our window to catch a glimpse of my mum as she got out of the car, but it was just all a dream of futility, Mr. James approached our door and opened it. He for sure knew my mum was not around because I had told him my mum was not at home, and he replied "Yes." Life is like a box of chocolate, and certainly, it is full of surprises. But, if ever I had thought an old man like Mr. James would give me my first-ever s****l experience. I would not have been able to process it to date. I can remember him dragging me into the same room he used to meet my mum and getting me laid on the bed. I have watched movies and read novels about the surrealism that comes with having s****l intercourse. Maybe they're all hyped because I felt nothing but disdain as the old man thrust his p***s inside of me. Those few minutes I had spent on the bed with him before my mum entered to only meet him giving sensations to her only daughter on her matrimonial bed were nothing but hurtful. I've watched tears roll down my mum's eyes as she saw the giggling old man get off me with immense satisfaction. That night, a week or two later, she would always come to me for forgiveness, clamor about how she had not been a good mother and wail about hundreds of other issues. But that was a long time ago.