One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Chapter 02

~ (Lilian's POV) ~

“You want this, don't you?” he asked, his eyes still dark with passion.

I opened my mouth to answer, but no words could come out.

Finally, I spoke. “I've never been with a man before. I mean, I've used a dildo, never just a-” I zoned out, embarrassed.

His gaze softened. “That's not a problem. Actually, that makes it even better.”

He pulled me close to him, his scent hugging me. My n*****s hardened as soon as they touched his abs. “Do you want me, Lilian Sanders?”

“I… I… You're married.” I protested weakly, even though I was fully aroused by now. I needed him to not regret this, because it would break me.

I'd never heal if he ended up hating me for this. Because I've loved him for as long as I set my eyes on him.

He pulled me even closer to him in a tightened hug and gave a small chuckle. His lips grazed my ears as he bent to whisper. “Come on Lilian, we all live in this house. I know you're young, but surely not that oblivious. I don't love Paris, I never have. I just married her because of family pressure.”

I nodded slowly. I knew Mrs. Paris didn't love him; she was always mean to him and she barely stayed at home.

She preferred partying all night with her friends at the club.

That was how I got closer to her husband. I was the one at home cooking for him, cleaning after him. Loving him from a distance.

I finally looked up at him, my eyes mirroring the longing in his. Then I nodded.

“Yes, Orlando, I want to share my firsts with you,” I could feel his hardened c**k pressing through his grey sweatpants to my thighs. My legs were trembling with s****l appeal. “...all of them.”

He instantly pulled off his sweatpants, leaving himself only in his Calvin Klein briefs. The scent of expensive cologne and arousal hit my nose as he carried me in his arms up the flight of stairs that led to his room.

So, here I was, about to have s*x in my billionaire boss’s master bedroom.

When we got there, the luxury and coldness had me shivering. The netty material of the lingerie did little to protect me from the cold.

He placed me on his king-sized bed and climbed on it to join me, his eyes flashing with unbridled desire.

He pulled off the little g-strings from my body with a feverish motion and ran a finger through my spread, open p***y.

I threw my head back, reeling with satisfaction.

“Please f**k me.” I begged, the pressure of my arousal taking over me.

“Not so soon, miss. I want to see you beg for this dick.”

He laughed wickedly and cupped his protrusion briefly.

Then, he went down, his tongue sucking on my c**t, the sensation tore through me like a wave; had me bucking my knees, tears fell from the sides of my eyes at the intense pleasure of his tongue in me.

His tongue attacked my p***y. He sucked and licked it until I was shaking with a cold tremor that was also hot. Wanting - needing more.

“More, please… give me som…” I was tugging at his white briefs.

He crashed his lips on mine, silencing me with the taste of my own skin. His body was pressed into mine as he kissed me frantically.

His hand moved to my lower back to pull me closer to him. The other hand expertly unbuckled my net bikini, leaving my bosom to fall in a tender bounce.

His pupils had taken an almost black and dilated shade.. “So soft and pink… f**k!” His lips attacked my n*****s as his hands groped me, his tongue suckled, leaving me breathless.

I could do nothing but cry with pleasure. “Ah… Orlando.”

I was fully naked by now, and he was in his briefs. I wrapped my legs around his pelvis as he kissed my lips. His hands groped my butt tightly, and I ground it against his growing erection.

I bounced my boobs and then pressed into his chest as his tongue attacked mine mercilessly. I moaned into the kiss. The sound of low, needy kisses filled the otherwise quiet room.

I was feverish, hungry, aroused, maddened by desire. “f**k me now, please.”

He laughed into my mouth. “Thought you'd never ask.”

When he pulled off his briefs, I gasped at the size of his manhood. Hell! It was even bigger than my dildo. My eyes were stuck on it.

“Too big?” He looked worried.

“Just perfect.” I managed to respond. I knew it would fit because my dildo did.

He palmed his d**k and gently inserted it into my wet and prepped p***y with some struggle. “So tight. So sweet.”

My eyes were already rolling to the back of my head at the sensation I felt. He had just hit the perfect spot.

“Ready?” He croaked. I managed to nod because words failed me.

He slammed his d**k into me twice, quickly. His eyes were on my bouncing boobs.

I cried, “Yeah… Please don't stop.” Then he slammed it again, gently this time. The raw sound of slapping skin echoed in the room.

“f**k… shit.. Argh… yeah,” I gave a new curse word each time his d**k penetrated through me.

He went faster, and I just lost it. I was moaning in shrieks now. My eyes looked possessed, my hair sweaty on my skin.

His hands groped me everywhere as he slammed, his tongue sucked hickeys all over.

I was crying as the pressure built, “More, baby.” He slammed faster, louder, rougher as I jerked, my boobs bounced, my p***y clenched and then the orgasm hit me like a torrent.

I came with a loud cry.

I met his rough and needy eyes staring at me. “You look so beautiful.”

I recovered shortly and turned to him with an arched brow. “You didn't c*m?”

He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Doggy style’s more my thing.”

That had me on my hands and knees instantly, my ass up in the air. The cold air wafted through my v****a. “Carry on.”

He laughed roughly and knelt above me. He kissed my p***y and inserted his d**k as he groped my boobs.

He slammed roughly into me, and I moaned recklessly.

Then the door suddenly flung ajar.

I turned to meet a horrified Mrs. Paris.

“What the hell, Orlando!”