Authors: Destiny Davis
The Billionaire's Secret Mistress - Part 1 (Contemporary BWWM Romance) (The Billionaire's Secret Mistress (Contemporary BW) (2 page)
Her body shook uncontrollably at his erotic ministrations. His eyes dark with raw lust, Dimitri continued his way down to her stomach, lazily gliding his lips down to the moist, welcome space between her legs. She was so acutely turned on by then that her pussy hair clung to its thick, lips.
“Ah!” Angela screamed in savage pleasure, clutching the sheets when he penetrated her with his tongue, forcibly twisting her erect clitoris between his fingers. She was so horny that her pussy was aching, throbbing for release. He briefly flicked back his tongue before ramming it inside her again, deeper than before. On and on he went, building a rough rhythm as he brought her closer and closer to her climax. “Dimitri!” She screamed, scorching waves of pleasure piercing through her alcohol-fuelled haze, attacking every single inch of her tormented body. “Dimitri… oh yes… yes… Fuck! Oh fuck!”
With a loud, shrill scream she exploded in his mouth, squirting her juices all over his lips. Unable to bear it anymore and desperate to be buried deep inside her, Dimitri rolled over and lay on his back, his thick, white cock pointing upwards. With barely concealed impatience, Angela reached for him, moaning as his erection throbbed in her fingers.
His pale white, thickly-veined shaft stood sharply between her dark fingers. Parting her lips, she closed them tightly around the bulbous tip, smiling when he let out a hoarse cry. She slowly pushed her lips down on him, desperate to swallow him whole, but he was simply too enormous. Inhaling deeply through her nose, Angela lightly bounced his shaft on her tongue, allowing the bulbous head to rub against her fleshy inner cheek.
“Fuck… that’s so fucking good…” he groaned, feeling himself grow even harder in her mouth. “Oh, fuck… baby… baby, stop… I want to cum in that tight pussy…”
Desperate to feel him inside her, Angela released him from her mouth with a loud popping sound. In one swift movement, he manhandled her body until she was lying on her side. He grabbed her left leg and pulled it up, revealing her exquisitely moist pussy. The fleshy lips were covered by large droplets of her arousal.
Unable to hold back, Dimitri rammed into her in one rough move, spreading the moist lips with his erection. She climaxed almost instantly around his cock, her body caught by a series of throbbing convulsions. His cock sawed in and out of her, hitting deeper with every thrust. He wrapped a powerful hand around her back, pulling her into him as he picked up his pace, frantically moving in and out and fucking her with such force that the bed literally shook underneath them. Sweat broke across his brow as his pleasure grew more and more invasive, spreading frantically through his body, igniting every single nerve ending.
“Angela!” Dimitri cried her name as he blew his warm load, filling her black pussy with his seed.
She moaned, tightening her pussy around his shaft, milking him dry as he poured himself to the very last drop inside of her.
“That was… that was so good…” She murmured, sated and exhausted. “No…” She protested when he started to pull out. “Don’t… stay in me… just… just for a little while longer…”
“Okay, baby.” A soft pair of lips pressed against her shoulder. “Sleep now. I’m right here.”
Fuelled by alcohol and the deep afterglow of her multiple orgasms, Angela fell in a deep, restful sleep, her lips still curved in a tranquil smile.
Angela woke up with absolutely no idea where she was.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. It’s nearly noon.”
Her head shot up at Dimitri’s voice. He stood in front of the bed, fully dressed and looking surprising fresh. He was holding a small tray.
“Shit,” she squeaked as last night slowly came back to her. “Oh, shit.”
He raised an eyebrow as he set the tray down on the bedside table. “Now, that’s a nice welcome.”
“Good morning,” she whispered, her face flaming. She pulled the sheets up to her neck, wincing at the crinkle of satin. “Um, sorry for sleeping so late.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and handed her a tall glass of tomato juice with two aspirins. “Good morning, yourself.” His eyes crinkled up in a smile. “I thought you could use this.”
“Thanks,” she muttered, wincing as pain lanced through her head again. She popped the pills in her mouth and washed them down with a grateful swallow of juice. Her mouth felt parched and she drowned the glass in three more gulps. “Thanks,” she repeated, setting it down on the bedside table.
His eyes crinkled up in amusement. “You said that already.”
Angela smiled timidly at him. Her stomach suddenly gave an audible groan and Dimitri laughed.
“Breakfast?” He stood up. “I didn’t know what you would like so I ordered some of everything.” He nodded towards the dining area. “It’s all set up in the dining room.”
For the first time, Angela leaned over to peer through the open door. It was opulently decorated with a sleeping and dining area. She could even see a large circular living room, all done up in rich browns, dark reds, and gold.
“This is a nice room,” she said as a lame attempt at conversation. “Um, is this the penthouse?”
“The Presidential penthouse,” he said smoothly.
“Last night was fun,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I’m not usually as raucous, though. I… apologize for my rather uncouth behavior. Especially involving the other girl.” He wrinkled his nose as he tried to recall the redhead’s name. “Whoever the hell she was,” he added with a small laugh.
“It’s okay,” she said with a slight grin.
He cupped her cheek, his fingers lingering on her skin. “Do you know that I’ve always had a thing for black girls?”
“Do you now?” She whispered, nuzzling into his hand.
“Yes. And I would really like to see you again.”
“I would like that too, Dimitri. Very much.”
His eyes suddenly darkened. “There’s something you need to know, though.” He laced his fingers through hers. “I can’t date you. I don’t do relationships. Especially not with someone from the office.”
“What do you mean?”
He cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, languorous kiss. “I would like to fuck you again,” he whispered, running the very tip of his tongue around her mouth. “I want to be buried deep inside you again, baby. Feel that soft pussy open up for me.” He suddenly pulled back and looked at her, the smile vanishing from his face.
A chill ran through her spine at the unexpected coldness in his face. “What’s wrong, Dimitri?”
He forced a smile and shook his head. “Nothing. I would really like to see you again, Angela. But I won’t sugarcoat it for you. For reasons that I can’t delve into… I just can’t date you. I can’t be your boyfriend. We can hang out, have sex, go to the occasional dinner… but please don’t expect more from me, Angie.” His eyes were almost pleading as he looked at her.
Angela searched his gaze but found nothing there. His face was closed, blank almost, giving nothing away.
“Can I ask why?” She finally asked.
“No.” He kissed the inside of her wrist. “Let’s just leave it at that. And I would also appreciate it if we could leave our…
affair
out of the office.”
She shuddered as his lips traveled up her wrist, slowly kissing her inner arm, moving higher and higher, his lips skimming past the side of her breast to land on her bare shoulder. A faint moan escaped her lips as he bit down on her, marking her black skin with prominent teeth marks. Her fingers knotted in his hair, tugging lightly on the strands as his mouth explored her neck, sucking and nibbling on an acutely sensitive area.
“What do you say, baby?” He whispered, pushing the sheets down and brushing his lips down to her breasts.
“What… what do I say to what?” She groaned, unable to halt the fierce assault of sensations that ravaged her body.
“To our…
arrangement.
” He captured one hard, nipple between his lips, sucking in his cheeks to draw it deeper into her mouth.
“Oh…” She closed her eyes and lay back in bed, allowing herself to be swept away by his erotic ministrations. “Oh, yes…”
How days turned into weeks, Angela had no idea. Before she knew it, she’d been seeing Dimitri on the sly for a whole month. Other than Lilly, absolutely no one from the office knew about their affair. Of course, it was rather easy to keep their relationship on the down-low since they spent most of their time in bed. Or on his office desk after work. Or in the elevator. His hotel room. The Jacuzzi in his hotel room. She flushed, typing more furiously on her computer as visions of their naked, intertwined bodies flooded her mind.
She looked up from her computer and glanced towards his office again. He was staring back at her, his eyes burning into hers through the glass wall. He gave her a small wink and she grinned, quickly lowering her head again.
It was amazing to think that just four weeks prior she had been staring at him from this very cubicle, never daring to imagine that he would ever look her way. Angela smiled to herself as she remembered how he’d unexpectedly shown up at her place the previous night with a picnic basket full of strawberries, champagne, whipped cream, cheese, and French baguettes… not that they’d done much eating.
She suddenly realized that she had a new e-mail. Shaking her head to clear her less-than-innocent thoughts, she quickly opened her mailbox. It was from Dimitri.
I can still see the rope marks on your wrists. Sorry about that.
Dimitri Fox,
CEO
Fox Enterprises
Angela laughed, glancing down at her wrists as she typed back a quick reply.
You’re the one who wanted to tie me up, remember? If I recall properly, your exact words were “I wanna tie you up and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Angela Banner,
Marketing Executive
Fox Enterprises
His response arrived barely thirty seconds later.
Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. How many times did you cum last night? Five? Ten?
Dimitri Fox,
CEO
Fox Enterprises
She giggled as she replied.
A lady never cums and tells… ;) Who would have thought that the notoriously cool and aloof Dimitri Fox could fuck like that?
Angela Banner,
Marketing Executive
Fox Enterprises
She sent off the e-mail and then hesitated, her fingers poised over the keyboard. Finally, she took a deep breath and started to type.
Can I ask you something? Where is this going?
Angela Banner,
Marketing Executive
Fox Enterprises
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, came a response.
Where is what going?
Dimitri Fox,
CEO
Fox Enterprises
She quickly replied after a quick glance ensured nobody could see her screen.
This. Us. Our relationship. Do we even have a relationship? Or are we just sex buddies? I was talking to Lilly the other day and she couldn’t understand why we have to keep things hidden like that. I mean, I get it that people will talk and all… but we’ll need to come clean one day, right? Besides, we spend most of our time in bed. When was the last time we went out for a meal?
Angela Banner,
Marketing Executive
Fox Enterprises
Angela hit the send button and took a deep breath as she waited. From the corner of her eye, she saw him sit up and frown at his laptop screen. She quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. The truth was, while the sex was great, she had absolutely no idea where they were headed. Not once did Dimitri gave any inkling that he wanted something from her - something more than just sex. They did go out for dinner sometimes, but he always took her to faraway places where he was sure they wouldn’t bump into anyone they knew. She didn’t have any family and he never spoke about his. When she had asked about them he remained so unresponsive that she felt like she was interrogating him.
In some ways, she felt like she knew him better than anyone at the office. Yet, in other ways, Dimitri Fox was still a mystery to her even after weeks of relentless fucking.
She sneaked another glance at him as she waited for his reply. He looked thoughtful as he typed, not once taking his eyes off the screen. Angela sighed to herself and leaned back against her chair. She knew that he hated discussing the future or talking about feelings but she couldn’t help herself. She had to know where they were going.
His reply finally arrived and it was with some trepidation that she opened the e-mail.
First of all, please don’t discuss our sex life with Lilly. She’s my staff and I’d prefer it if she doesn’t know about what I do - or don’t do - in bed.
Secondly, we had this discussion before. I’d rather not put a label on our relationship. We have plenty of time to think about the future. Why do you always need to plan everything, baby?
I need to leave early tonight. I have a meeting with Greenwall regarding the merger. We can talk more about this over dinner. Moonlight picnic on the beach okay? I’ll have Josh pick you up at eight.
Dimitri Fox,
CEO
Fox Enterprises
Angela gritted her teeth, punching furiously on the keys.
For your information, I don’t discuss our sex life with Lilly. And, no, I’m not free tonight.
Angela Banner,
Marketing Executive
Fox Enterprises
She looked up to see him chuckling at his screen. She watched, with narrowed eyes, as he closed his laptop screen and picked up his coat. Then, as an afterthought, he grabbed green folder and tucked it under his arm. She didn’t lower her glare as he approached her table, a deadpan look on his face.
“Angela, can you please check the presentation and let me know your thoughts?” He said loudly. “Thanks.”
He leaned towards her to drop the folder on her desk, his lips brushing her earlobe in the process. She bit back a gasp as he placed a strong, firm hand on her bare leg.
“I don’t care if you’re free or not. We’re having dinner tonight. I’ll bring the food.”
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, keeping her eyes firmly latched to her laptop screen.
He was still laughing as he walked away from her cubicle.