The Billionaire's Sexy Little Secret: An Erotic Novella (2 page)

“What is it? David?” she asked, still feeling David’s hard cock inside of her. He looked into her eyes, the look on his face was smoldering.

“I still want you,” he said.

“But I thought you---“

“Shhh,” he said, and leaned down to kiss her neck. For a second Marisa was confused. She could feel that she was full of David’s cum, but his dick was still rock hard. Then the confusion was swept away by her own pleasure as David picked her up and flipped her over so she was doggy-style on the bed. She felt him enter her again and again, and her own body began to tense up as she felt the pleasure building. When she finally orgasm
ed
, long and hard, she felt David’s body becoming tense again, and he came with her. She screamed out as they both were roc
ked with pleasure and release.

Afterwards Marisa looked over at David.

“So, what happened?” she asked
, running her hand up and down David’s sweaty chest muscles
. “
I mean, I thought it was over and you came twice! You’ve never done that before, so what’s going on? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I don’t know, I came the first time, and it was amazing, then suddenly instead of going soft like I usually do, I felt this
weird
tingling
feeling
in my cock and it got hard again.
” David leaned up onto his elbow, looking at Marisa in excitement.
“Then suddenly I
knew that I could cum again.
And you know what?
The second orgasm was even more intense than the first one.
”
Marisa smiled at him.

“That’s awesome!” She said. “You are so sexy, David. I love you.”

“I love you too.” David looked up at her and smiled. “Guess what?” he said, leaning in closer.

“What?” said Marisa.

“I’m hard again.” David took Marisa’s hand and placed in on his crotch.
He certainly was --h
is hard on was pulsing.
David and Marisa made love three more times that afternoon.

That evening, David and Marisa sat down to a dinner of frozen pizza, exhausted and satisfied.

“I was going to cook you something nice,” Marisa said, “but you wore me out today, so this will have to work.” David smiled.

“The look on your face when you were cumming today is way more satisfying than anything you could make for me in the kitchen—no offense.”

“Eh, you’re probably right,” said Marisa. “But, seriously David, what happened today? I have never seen you like that. It’s not like I look better than I did before Michael, so what gives?”

“First of all, you look amazing. You are the sexiest mother I’ve ever seen. As far as today, I just don’t know.” He grabbed Marisa’s hand.
That was very sweet, but Marisa knew it wasn’t one hundred percent the truth. She had never lost those last ten pounds after the baby, and her breasts and ass had never quite perked up as high as they used to be, but David was a sweetheart and never gave her grief about how she looked—always insisting that she was sexy, even in her sweatpants after she’d gone two days without a shower. She knew she was lucky to have a man like him.
“I wish I could figure it out though, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”

             
“Me too!” Marisa got excited. “Let’s think about it. Did you take any medication today, any weird combination
of pills maybe
?”

             
“
No, that’s not it,” David looked thoughtful.
“
I didn’t take anything.”

             
“Well, did you eat anything different? Did you have one of those green shakes for breakfast or something?”
Marisa doubted it, David hated vegetables and normally ate the same thing every day, left up to his own devices.

             
“Eggs for breakfast, like always. Ham sandwich for lunch with some chips
, and this afternoon I had some cookies and a glass of…MILK! It was that crazy gross milk!” he exclaimed. “That has to be it, it’s the only thing I had today that I’ve never had before. You know what? It made my mouth tingle just like my penis did too.” David was victorious.

             
“That gross baby formula?” asked Marisa.

             
“Yes! I’m sure of it. Hey—where is that stuff, I’d like to do a little experiment.” David said, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

             
“It’s on top of the fridge, purple container—all the writing’s in French,” said Marisa, suddenly glad she didn’t throw the stuff away like she’d wanted
to after Michael rejected it. David walked back over to Marisa with a cup full of cloudy liquid.

             
“Here goes,” he said, tippi
ng the glass up and downing it, a sour look on his face. “Man, that stuff tastes really bad, but if it works, who cares?” Marisa loved his enthusiasm, but she couldn’t imagine that the baby formula had been responsible for her and David’s love-making marathon. It was probably just a random surge of testosterone or something, she thought. They went into the living room to watch some TV and relax. They were just settling in to a show when David reached over and grabbed Marisa’s hand. “Feel this!” he exclaimed, placing her hand on his cock. Marisa was shocked to find that he was hard again.

             
“No way!” she said, rubbing his erection. “Does it feel the same as before, kind of tingly?” she asked.

             
“Yeah, real tingly,” he said. Suddenly David was on top of her on the couch. Just like in the bedroom, he came quickly—the first time. And just like in the bedroom his cock stayed hard after the first orgasm and he was able to cum again and again. When Marisa was so sore that she could barely walk, she and David headed to bed and relaxed exhausted into each other’s arms.

             
“Honey?” David whispered as she was about to fall asleep.

             
“I can’t anymore, Sweetie,” she said, worried that David was once again ready to go. It was the first time in a long time that Marisa had pushed him away, usually it was just the opposite.

             
“No, no,” he said. “It’s not that. I was just thinking—if this stuff really works, then we have a gold mine here. Can you imagine how many people would buy this product? Guaranteed performance and multiple orgasms for men? It would fly off the shelves.” Marisa smiled and thought about his words as she was swept into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter 4

             
“Goddamn it!” yelled Ned, barely recognizing the fury in his voice. “What do you mean there is nothing for that problem?” Ned’s physician looked a bit shaken as he backed a few steps away from him.

             
“Ned, I told you,” the man said. “Viagra and the like will not work for this problem. You have no issue getting hard, right? It’s just that you can’t keep it hard. I mean, I am not trying to be indelicate here….”

             
“You know what Don? No, I do not have any issue getting hard, as I told you before. Jesus Christ! We golf together-- fuck indelicacy,” said Ned, now pulling his pants back up. He really felt like shit for telling one of his friends and colleagues about his problem. Talk about embarrassment. Not only had he revealed his innermost secret, he’d acted like a petulant child when he wasn’t given the solution he’d expected. Now at the country club, every time Ned heard snickering, he would be sure it would be about him and his premature jizz and bad
behavior
. “I have to go,” he said, as the doctor sat down on his chair and began writing in his patient folder.

“I’m sorry Ned, I—“
but Ned
didn’t hear the rest. He stormed out
of the office in disgust.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Ned got in his car and punched the dashboard in disgust. He was pissed off, yes, but Ned Demilla wasn’t one to take no for an answer. As soon as he started up the SLS-AMG convertible he dialed up his office.
His
administrative assistant answered promptly on the first ring, just as he’d instructed her. “Yes, Mr. Demilla?” she asked.

“Candace, get everyone together. In my office-fifteen minutes,” he said.

“Everyone?” She asked. The company currently had more than two hundred employees.

“No—the management team. Sal, Matthew, Lisa, Jonathan and Curtis. Tell them to cancel their morning meetings, get their asses to the conference room and wait for me. I’m on the way.” He hung up the phone and sped down the interstate towards his office in downtown Miami.

A few minutes later Ned strode into the office and marched directly into the conference room where he let himself in unannounced. Just as he’d asked, his management team was assembled, sitting quietly waiting for him. The group, each one of whom had been handpicked and trained by Ned himself, was impeccable in looks and credentials. They were all also young, under forty, well-dressed and attractive. Most spoke multiple languages and all were Ivy-league educated. They were the best of the best.

“Good morning, everyone,” said Ned, not exactly sure how he was going to frame his next statement. Even though it would be more of a personal project for him than most, he knew that he had to emphasize the immense potential for profitability in the project instead of putting down to a personal issue
. “I have made an important decision about the direction of our next venture capital investment.” Everyone at the table leaned forward a bit at this news, Ned’s ideas always meant huge money for the management team, and they smelled the blood in the water. “Today I have decided that we are going to begin investing in the medical field, specifically in pharma.” The team waited patiently for the explanation, which Ned was quick to give. “Now, we all know that the drug business is hugely profitable. The business of treating the sick is one of the only sectors in the economy that remains one hundred-percent recession-proof.
Not to mention the fact that new discoveries and treatments can save lives and better the human race. However, we are not going to be in the business of saving lives. Now-- in the last century there was one treatment introduced that became by far the most profitable and widely-used in the globe.
Does anyone know what drug I’m referring to?” He looked around the room.

Lisa looked around the room of men, and when they didn’t speak, chimed in.
“Of course you’re talking about Viagra, Ned.” Lisa had been pre-med at Yale before she came to work for Ned.

“Yes, Lisa, thank you.
Viagra has helped millions of men achieve the ever-elusive erection, proving men’s sexual health to be the most profitable and marketable sector of health care. Now, the reason I’ve called you together is because there is a gaping hole in the men’s sexual health market. Men can now take a little blue pill and get an erection, but there is nothing to treat another huge problem,
plaguing
an almost equally vast portion of the world’s men: premature ejaculation. Now, on the market today there are a number of creams, herbs, pumps, and other witch-doctor and sucker treatments. They do not work. What we need to do is find something that does. That is what I am tasking you with. I don’t care how you do it, I don’t care how much it costs—I am putting the full financial backing of the firm behind this project. Just. Make. It. Happen.” Ned looked around the room, feeling the intensity of his own glare emanating from his eyes. Some of the members of the management team were taking notes, others just looking at him and nodding. “I want your
initial
reports
on my desk by Friday, no exceptions.” Ned walked out of the conference room, slamming the door on his employees
’
faces
.

Chapter
5

That Friday morning Ned headed into the office, more excited than ever. His team had been working doggedly all week, and he felt optimistic that someone would be able to accomplish the impossible and find someone to help him fix his problem. He had already been masturbating furiously every day since the meeting in the conference room, uncontrollably turned on by the promise of fucking someone without the shame of the early finish. He was looking through his email addresses and picking out all of the hottest women he’d met in Miami over the last couple of years but never had the balls to ask out. The woman he finally picked for his first post-cure fuck was Jenna Cabrera, a notoriously single supermodel whose lingerie spreads and conquests in the bedroom were equally legendary.

Ned had always wanted to screw Jenna but because she had the reputation around town for bragging about who was good in bed and ruthlessly shaming who was bad, Ned hadn’t wanted to risk it, even though she flirted with him mercilessly every time he ran into her at a club or social event—grabbing his crotch or flashing him a pert little nipple.
Yes— it had to be Jenna. Ned was getting hard just thinking about pounding her wet little pussy while she screamed his name in pleasure. He was going to fuck her into submission, then his reputation would be set. Every
hot
piece of
model
ass in Miami would want Ned’s cock, and he would serve it up willingly.