Ella's Easter Eggs (BBW & Billionaire) (7 page)

"How would you feel if I told you that it's very comfortable?" I asked, feeling his hardness start to press against my thigh as I stroked his strawberry blond mane with my hand. "That your designers did a great job making something that's both functional and fashion-forward?"

"I wouldn't like that," he sighed jokingly, caressing my ass with his right hand. "I'd tell them to make it less comfortable next time, so you'd wanna take it off."

He leaned down, his lips brushing mine ever so slightly. A shiver went up my spine as his hand continued to grip my ass.
 

I couldn't take it anymore.
 

Pulling his face closer to mine, I started an amorous assault on his mouth, gently teasing his lips and playing with his tongue. He responded in kind, grabbing the back of my head and initiating an even deeper kiss. My back arched as I sucked on his lower lip, and my entire body felt as hot as the fireplace.

Dash growled. "I guess I need to be more specific about what I want."

"And what is that?" I asked, gasping for air.

"I need you to take the fucking corset dress off so I can see that gorgeous body again," he demanded.

"Ask nicely," I teased, already started to loosen the laces in front.

"Pretty please, Ella," he grinned, "take the fucking corset dress off now."

Immediately complying with his wishes, I stripped off the corset dress and tossed it on the floor so that I was standing in just my panties. Dash had an immediate reaction, practically hyperventilating as he saw me in the see-through panties.

"Is this good?" I asked. "You're so bossy. You're scaring me a little bit," I teased. "Maybe we should take a breather for a few minutes?"

I knew it was naughty, but I couldn't resist. Playfully, I pretended to explore the room.

"Get on the bed," Dash warned, his voice trembling.

"I'm not sure if I should," I said. "I haven't gotten the tour yet. Want to be a good host and show me the bathroom?"

"Fine," he sighed, a smile dancing on his lips. "You can play your little games, Ella, but just know that you're gonna be at my mercy soon."

"Is that so? I still want a tour."

"Fine," he agreed, grabbing my hand and leading me. "Let's go look at the bathroom."

The first thing that struck me were the mirrors. Now, the entire bathroom was dazzling, with a steam shower, a bathtub and pretty much every accoutrement one could conjure. But the mirrors were hot. Stretching practically from floor to ceiling, they were quite impressive. I could see every inch of us as we entered the bathroom. The lights were dim, and a couple of candles were lit.

I put my hands on the sink area, which was waist-high. There was something so thrilling about the mirrors, glancing at my half-naked body cavorting in the dim light, with gorgeous Dash right behind me, watching my every move.

"I love these mirrors," I said. "Great choice."

"Oh yeah?" Dash said, coming up behind me and planting a kiss on my neck.

"Why are you still fully dressed?" I asked. "Here am I, practically naked..."

"We can take care of that," he said amiably, removing all of his clothes quick as a flash, just tossing them on the floor.

I gasped when I saw his body in the mirror. The last time I'd seen his bare chest, I hadn't had time to appreciate the tightness of his gorgeous, rippling muscles. Or the buttery, tawny skin. Not to mention the sight of his beautiful cock, which had me mesmerized. It was like something I'd seen in a sculpture...or a porno.

The lap dance had provided clues to its size, but I never could have predicted the jaw-dropping extent of Dash's girth. Fearing that I'd been staring at it for too long, I had to force myself to tear my eyes away. Reaching back as I watched us in the mirror, I caressed his skin and pushed against him.

"You have a really, really nice body," I sighed.

"You already know what I think of yours," he said, reaching around and cupping my breasts as we watched ourselves in the mirror.

"I think so," I muttered. "Are you sure that you didn't make those comments about plus-sized women?"

Dash's face contorted for a second, and I could tell that my question had made him really angry. His gorgeous green eyes became intense, and he stopped touching me.

"Ella, is that what you think of me? That I'm this inconsiderate man, with no taste for the finer things?" He genuinely seemed pissed.

"Well, I don't know," I sighed, wishing that I'd never brought it up. "We all say things we regret from time to time."

He reached around and pulled my chin towards him, and I surrendered to his kiss.

"Do you really think that I would say something like that? When it's obvious that I want you so bad?"

Then he was grabbing my hand and putting it on his cock. I had to gasp at the sheer boldness of his act, but it worked. All thoughts of any judgements went out the expensive bathroom windows, and my mind was on one track -- completely focused on Dash's shaft.

Slowly stroking him, I turned back towards the mirror. It was impossible to stop staring. Our forms were perfectly matched, gorgeously intertwined.

"Like what you see?" he said in a low voice.

I nodded my head as if I were in a trance. "Yes."

"What if I just pulled down your panties and fucked you from behind? Would you like that, too?"

His question made me tremble, but the answer escaped my lips before I had a chance to filter it.

"Ooooh, I would love that."

Before I knew what was happening, Dash pulled down my tiny see-through panties. He grabbed my right leg and placed it on the fancy sink. As I stared at his expansive, exquisite body in the mirror, he positioned the head of his cock right at my entrance. Panting with anticipation, I started to lean over a bit. He was so big, and I wanted to prepare myself.

But it was too late. In what felt like milliseconds, he had already plunged himself inside of me, impaling me on his beautiful cock. Staring at my face in the mirror, he stroked my left breast for a moment while I heaved, adjusting to his incredible size. I'd never been with a guy this big before. Not even Carlo.

"I've been wanting to do this so bad," Dash groaned, starting to thrust. "Ever since you gave me that slutty little lap dance."

"Oh, Dash," I sighed, the words falling out of my mouth.

He was rendering me incapable of coherent thought, as he started thrusting and my body began to respond with delicious pleasure and pure lust.

"Does this feel nice?" he asked, as I watched him try to control himself in the mirror.

"Your cock fills me up so good," I moaned, watching my breasts jiggle up and down and he pumped his dick into me even harder and faster.

The sight of it, the sheer X-rated vision of him fucking me from behind, combined with the exquisite pleasure, made my pussy so juicy that it scared me. And then my climax started...it began innocently enough, with a few tiny muscle spasms as Dash kissed the back of my neck. But then he started pulling my hair, pumping just a bit harder...

And I then I just freakin' lost it.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried out, as I began to surrender to the most wickedly fantastic physical experience of my entire life.
 

My clitoris exploded from the terrific stimulation, but what happened next was even deeper than that, more intense than that. Every muscle in my body submitted to the exquisite pounding I was receiving at the hands of Dash De Maio. And the relief, the wonderful release I felt as he continued to caress my neck...

It was as if he'd been created specifically to get me off. The way our bodies fit together was unparalleled, and I could sense that he was having the same experience. As he saw me coming apart in the mirror, I could tell that he wouldn't be far behind.

And he wasn't.

With a tremendous growl, Dash pulled out and came all over my backside, the sticky sweetness sliding down my convulsing buttocks.

He pulled me in close again, hugging me and whispering in my ear.

"Let's go to bed now, baby."

I couldn't think of a better idea.

CHAPTER TEN

MORNING DELIGHT

Have you ever woken up next to someone who was so beautiful that it took you a second or two to compose yourself? That was what it was like waking up next to Dash De Maio. As the sun streamed into the ornate bedroom, I rolled over and caught a glimpse of his pure deliciousness. Dash De Maio, passed out and looking like some variation of a Greek sun god. His copper hair was complemented by his tawny skin and perfect bone structure.

As if he knew I was watching, his green eyes slowly opened.

"Hey," he said in a raspy voice, reaching out to caress my cheek. "You look gorgeous."

"I could say the same for you," I smiled. "What a crazy night."

"But crazy good, right?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

Trying not to gasp at his perfect pectoral muscles, I had to silently remind myself that it was rude to stare.

"Yes, crazy good."

Dash started stroking my hair. "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

"You keep talking like that, and I'm gonna start getting all frisky again," I warned him.

"And that would be a bad thing because...?"
 

He scooted closer to me on the bed, reaching down and tightly squeezing my bare ass.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing at all," I admitted, surrendering to his touch.

I was like a fly caught in his spider's web, rendered completely immobile by his combination of sweetness and sex appeal. Not to mention his body, and his musky scent...which seemed even more intense in the morning. He pulled me into his chest, which felt warm, the muscles taut but the skin soft and buttery.

"What do you have to do today?" he asked, slowly running his hand up and down my back.

"Uh, I have to go check on my cat...and that's pretty much it. What do you have to do, besides running a multi-billion dollar corporation?" I joked.

"You're funny," he smiled, quickly brushing his lips against mine. "I have a board meeting soon. But remember, you have to get ready for the New York trip when you get home."

"When's that?"

"Wednesday," he grinned. "Maybe we can hang out there until the weekend, finally get a chance to relax together."

"Oh...so do you have to leave now? What time's your meeting?"
 

The thought of Dash leaving made me inappropriately sad. It was like the sun going away.

"Meh, nine."

I looked quickly at the clock on the nightstand. 8:45.

"Oh geez, you better be on your way then!"

"I'll leave soon," he said, starting to scratch my back with his fingernails.

"Mr. De Maio!" I reprimanded him with faux shock. "Are you propositioning me before your meeting?"

"I am," he growled in a low voice, his touch intensifying. "What if you just turned around and I slid inside of you? Would you want it like that?"

I was shameless. Turning onto my side, I balanced myself on my elbow and tossed my right leg back on his, so that my thighs were spread open. I could feel his erection growing against my leg.

"Like this?" I asked innocently.

"Oh God, baby, you're so hot," he groaned, his hand immediately finding its way to my pussy, which was already wet.

He was like a drug. Every time we had physical contact, I just wanted more and more. He slipped inside of me and started thrusting. I arched my back, moaning at the sheer delight of his body filling me up again.

"Oh Dash!" I sighed, as he reached around and massaged my shoulder with his warm hand.

His lips traveled down the back of my neck as he continued pumping. It was very slow and intimate this time, completely different from our encounter the prior evening. And it had only been going on for a few minutes when I felt my body begin to tense up and prepare for an exquisite release. He moved his hand down, and started touching my clit.

"We're so good together, Ella," he grunted, quickening his rhythm ever so slightly.

And that was all it took. Within mere seconds, I was practically crying from the ecstatic arrows of pleasure I was receiving from Dash and his thick cock.
 

"Ohhh," I shuddered, as the spasms continued to shake the core of my body.
 

As soon as he heard me come, he pumped for a few seconds more, then pulled out and exploded all over my back.

"Let me get a towel!" he said sweetly, spanking my ass lightly.

We were both out of breath from the brief, hot encounter. I'd never been so deliciously exhausted in my entire life. As Dash went to the bathroom to get the towel, I found myself slowly dozing off. A few seconds later, I could feel him wiping down my back.

"I'm gonna get in the shower, gorgeous girl," he whispered, kissing me on the neck. "Stay as long as you want."

I could hear the sound of the shower starting as I continued to drift back to sleep...sweet sleep. When I got home, I would be free to hang out in my pajamas all day. And I probably would. The weekend had been such a whirlwind of activity, and I was physically and emotionally exhausted. There was also the not-so-small matter of the lap dance contest. I couldn't just let Daniela win without some friendly competition.

And then I heard the phone beep on the nightstand.

Jarred from my rest, I realized that it must have been Dash's phone. My purse was god-knows-where (maybe the design cottage?) and this phone sounded much different.
 

And then...this is the horrible part...

I have no idea what compelled me to do it, but I grabbed the phone off the nightstand. It was very sleek but extremely heavy.

"Did they make this thing out of titanium?" I muttered.

 
And then I snuck a peek. Big mistake.

*Can't wait to see you this week! XO Ronna

My heart sank. A freaking text message from Ronna Jensen?!? One of the women who consistently made those online lists of "Super Skinny Bitches Men Love" or whatever the hell they're called?! Daniela had been right. Dash was dating Ronna Jensen.

Why did this always happen? As soon as I started to like a guy, something would inevitably ruin it. It was like my love life was fated to be a disaster.